What follows is strictly and exclusively based on my experience and should in no way or to any extent whatsoever be interpreted as normative for others. I am speaking of and for myself here, no one else. Nor should anything I say be interpreted as a critique of Christianity, the tradition I was raised in and that I followed for about 55 of my 70 years. Whatever critique I have of Christianity is strictly and exclusively a critique of Christianity in relation to my thought, life, and experience, no one else’s. That said …
I am pretty sure I am in the process – it is a process – of becoming a practicing Buddhist. I have been flirting around the edges of Buddhism for some time, studying Buddhist texts, reading books by, e.g., Alan Watts, D. T. Suzuki, Thich Nhat Hanh, et al. And all t
You are the ones who⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Placed boundaries around love⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Rejecting God's prophets
Based on reading 2 Corinthians 6-7 written by Paul to the Corinthian Church. This commentary is really a brief meditation/reflection from the queer church to the straight church, especially in United Methodist land.
I'd like to draw special attention to 2 Corinthian 6:3-10
3 We don’t give anyone any reason to be offended about anything so that our ministry won’t be criticized. 4 Instead, we commend ourselves as ministers of God in every way. We did this with our great endurance through problems, disasters, and stressful situations. 5 We went through beatings, imprisonments, and riots. We experienced hard work, sleepless nights, and hunger. 6 We displayed purity, know
I've been thinking that I'm in a time of transition. The church is weird. My job is weird. Things are sliding and changing. I think that I'm going to refocus my thoughts here on art and trauma. Beginning today!
Daily Haiku Ever watchful She perches gracefully A throne of thistleI did this watercolor painting yesterday inspired by @dearannart on Instagram. As I did it, I was processing physical pain. One of my ribs was twisted a little bit and it was setting my rotator cuff on my left side on fire. This had been going on for a bunch of days. I am used to almost always being in pain but I was ready to be done with it.
When I was painting, the pain receded and I didn’t think about it anymore. And I didn’t consciously NOT think about it anymore. This painting took a while for