Discernment with Mandalas
This sketchbook cost $5at Michaels A couple weeks ago I was asked through a comment on an article what I thought about getting back into… Read More »Discernment with Mandalas
This sketchbook cost $5at Michaels A couple weeks ago I was asked through a comment on an article what I thought about getting back into… Read More »Discernment with Mandalas
Life has too many bad days. I’ve had an unusually high percentage of them for a while. The pressures have taken their toll, my emotional… Read More »Water Heals
Ahh, to be in love. Candle-lit dinners. Quiet snuggling on the couch in the winter. Passion between the sheets. Sitting comfortably in the same room… Read More »Trinitarian Snuggle Buddies
I love Star Wars. It is possibly the greatest myth of my time. And it has had a lasting impact on my spirituality. It contrasted… Read More »Theological Dichotomies are Neither Good Nor Bad
The other day, Loki snagged something he shouldn’t have. “Ah ah ahh!”, I yelled, “Leave it!” Yeah, like that was going to work. He ran;… Read More »Reconciliation in the Shadow of Anger
Loki taking a break from crate training at about 3 1/2 months, 4 days after he arrived. It has been a while since I have… Read More »My Dream Symbol for the Divine Now Lives in My House
Normally, when I present a sermon, I work off of a manuscript. I’m trying to work with a little more free-flow for my videos, so I’m only… Read More »Sermon: Living Out of the Future
My brand, spanking, new book!Buy! Buy! Buy! I first started using the tagline, “The question that haunts me: Into what is Christianity Evolving?” when the… Read More »The Book is Finally Available
As a result of working through Thomas JJ Altizer’s The New Gospel of Christian Atheism, I’ve been thinking about the different versions of revisionist theologies that… Read More »Non-Coercive Power and the Divine
Tomorrow is Easter, so happy Easter, everyone! To listen to my sermon for tomorrow, click the link at the bottom of this entry. It will… Read More »Sermon: Peering into the Eyes of a Gardener