She was a veteran, so I knew she’d understand what I said next: “I’ll keep watch, my friend. I promise.”
She was forced outside of the Church because of her Love; who she loved and how she loved deemed her unworthy to them.
My generation has been theologically orphaned – but we have Ancestors.
I couldn’t express in words how alone I felt knowing that I would not experience Communion for some untold amount of time. So I wept. I wept bitterly as they attended to me with their loving, compassionate presence.
A lifetime ago, while stationed in Iraq, my supervisor was stranded at a base separate from us for three solid weeks. His absence created a number of obstacles for our finance team including our inability to officially close our business day. Each day that we conducted business (much like tellers at a bank), we wereContinue reading “To My Scattered Colleagues”
As an advocate for life, I am an undying supporter of access to safe, legal abortions everywhere.
If God’s suffering results in our suffering, then we are obligated to ease the suffering of each other. Perhaps then, we can ease the suffering of God.
“These failed institutions may own the buildings we once worshiped in, but they don’t own the Truth. They don’t own our Faith. They don’t own our rituals, and they damn well don’t own us.”
It didn’t seem to matter to him whether the man was good or evil, guilty or innocent. He cared only for his feet.
Love is who God is – how could it be any different for us?