Tattooed man praying

The God That Failed Me

That’s right. I felt that way at one time, that God had failed me. Not the real God that I know now, mind you; the real God, the God of Love, is not even capable or aware of such a fear-based human invention as “failure.”

Man speaking into microphone

The Cost of Ignoring the Call

At fifty years old I thought myself a bit long in the tooth to be getting another call to the clergy. But as you will see, God’s plans don’t always take into consideration your ability (or lack thereof) to think. In my case God’s call

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The Ironies of Falwell

This is the 369th M.E.M. Sightings (archived since 1999). At forty lines each, that means there have been 14,720 lines, only seven of which — in a 2001 and a 2005 column — were devoted to Jerry Falwell. Our calculators tell us this means he

Pride celebration

Those June Gay Lifestyle Expos

It wouldn’t be the first time that someone pointed out that Gay Pride Festivals aren’t gay pride festivals anymore. They’re no longer defiant statements that affirm against mainstream bigotry that LGBT people are proud and healthy anyway. They’re now concerned with being liked by the

Tealight Candle on Human Palms

Brighten the Corner Where You Are

Back in the old tent-meeting days, they used to sing a sweet little hymn called “Brighten the Corner Where You Are.” They probably still sing it in Bible schools. It seems a good way to motivate shiny-eyed children to live for Jesus without having to

Man talking in crowd of people

Yes It Is, No It Isn’t

Garden of Grace United Church of Christ, Columbia, S.C. Readings: John 14:11-13, James 1:22-25 When I began seminary my mother, a faithful and faith-filled Southern Baptist woman, told me in an ominous voice, “You’ll shipwreck your faith.” You see, that’s what happens when you go

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Route Recalculation

Garden of Grace United Church of Christ, Columbia, S.C. Readings: Jonah 1:1-10, Matthew 6:25-33 Our grandson, Ayden, recently celebrated his first birthday. To join the celebration we had to make our way from Camden to Summerton where the other grandparents live. Now, at least one of us