Category Archives: Faith & Witness

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My Story

I grew up in a Southern Baptist home and church in South Carolina, a small town with cotton mills and a Presbyterian college. My parents taught me by example the family values of love, respect for all people, kindness, generosity, truth telling, fairness, self respect,

Plants at Volunteer Park Conservatory, Seattle, United States

The Spiritual Crisis of Coming Out

A few weeks ago, as I prepared my sermon for Palm Sunday, it occurred to me that the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem was, in a sense a “coming out” for Jesus. Having previously downplayed and hushed his identity as the promised Messiah (though

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

My Death

I don’t know how to start. Back then I didn’t know how to make it end. I truly wanted it all to end; the pain, the confusion, the loneliness was all unbearable and yet I kept bearing it till I felt like there was no

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Recovery of a Sense of the Sacred: 13 Steps

I AM affirming myself JUST AS I AM I AM awakening to the Vital Energy in the very process of living and creating I AM directing Creative Energy out into the world I AM constructively confronting life’s inequities I AM overcoming obstacles, real and imaginary,

Seedling

The Fecundity of the Barren

Our history always begins with the barren, with Sarah (Gen. 11:30), with Rebekah (Gen. 25:21), with Rachel (29:31), and with Elizabeth (Luke 1:7). Among those, always as good as dead (Heb. 11:12), the wondrous gift is given. The inability to bear is a curious thing

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Coming Out Without Coming On Too Strong

Some Christians really irritate me. You know the kind, those who can work “Jeeezuss” into every conversation. Those who can find a way to give God the credit for everything from a free parking space to a beautiful day. Don’t get me wrong, I always

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Pride, Shame, Humility

Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. (Proverbs 16:18 NRSV) On an unseasonably warm (even for Texas) January morning, I was waiting for a bus and saw a man, I would guess in his late 30s, walk by wearing a tank

Two men holding hands in a field

So, Who’s Coming Out?

Coming out has many connotations for me, and everyday I add some. When we become aware of our individuality, say around puberty, we often wonder who we are in relation to the next person. The answer for some comes easier than for others. The degree