Writing on religious and spiritual history, practice and experience.
When I was a teenager and I got hauled along to this little church, I pretty much wanted to die. The whole experience embarrassed me beyond belief. It was a lot of stupid people with uneducated, loopdy-loo wacky ideas and clapping by people who probably liked to burn crosses and gay people and thought humans […]
Read More On DefenseIn a turn that surprised even me, dancing saved my life. This phenomena called “status migrainous” means you have migraine symptoms until you go insane. More than three days. My symptoms come and go, but my brain won’t right itself. My life isn’t in danger, really, it just feels that way. I went home for […]
Read More Dancing MachineOn September 11th, we are supposed to remember. People intimately involved with the events in 2001– people who lost loved ones or were injured or worked on the site– they, of course, don’t have to be prodded to remember. It’s the rest of us I wonder about–why are we remembering, and what are we supposed […]
Read More RemembranceShe had a “spirit that crippled her,” a condition I think we’re all familiar with. Usually it shows up Monday morning. Sometimes on the weekend, too, though. She dragged herself down there, and she didn’t ask for help. She showed up. Jesus didn’t sit her down for six weeks of cognitive behavioral therapy, or serve her dinner and clean her house, or write her a check to pay her mortgage. He was just kind to her.
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Going On 