last Saturday and Sunday I celebrated at the parish from which I
retired three and a half years ago. The rector was away at camp, and
his normal sources of backup were otherwise engaged. I imagine it took
some courage on his part to even ask me. To tell the truth, I was a
little nervous about it too. Things are done differently now. The
I couldn’t bear to watch any of the coverage of the Casey Anthony murder
trial. I heard snippets of information on occasion: intimations of
incest; a car that “smelled of death”; fist fights breaking out as the
curious and obsessed (the profoundly bored?) tried to get a seat in the
I love having a good conversation with someone who disagrees with me.
Over the years, I’ve had hundreds of these types of conversations –
mostly with colleagues in the church who disagree with me about the
place of lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender faithful.
Times of transition are tough. We
currently find ourselves up to our ears in boxes and and clutter and
mess as we prepare to pack up and head back across the Rockies next week
to begin a new chapter in our lives as family. We have done this
moving thing a number of times now, but it never gets easier.
In her essay in The Postcolonial Studies Reader, “First
Things First,” Kirsten Holst Petersen writes about her experience
attending a conference in Mainz on “The Role of Women in Africa.” She
recalls the young German feminists discussing the “radical feminist
solution” and debating their relationships with their mothers.
I heard from a relative today a story about a younger child in our
family who asked her parent if God has hair. The parent had at least
enough theological sophistication to recognize that it is inappropriate
to say “yes” in response to such a question, and so answered “No.”
The child looked puzzled, and said “So God is bald, then?”
Jeremy Smith at Hacking Christianity has written a post
on the United Methodist Kentucky Annual Conference's decision requiring candidates for
ministry to open all their social media to Board of Ordained Ministry review.
Each year when Trinity Sunday rolls around, ushering us into the
season of the year known as Ordinary Time, my memory travels back to a
Trinity Sunday many years ago. It was my last Sunday living in Atlanta,
where I had gone to seminary and was now finishing a bonus year spent
working on my first book and lingering with the seminary community.