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It is a new year and we have lots to do!

Last night my spouse and I had a small gathering of our blog friends to usher out the old year and welcome in the new. We talked of many things, of cabbages and kings and the fact that we choose not to live in a monarchy or an oligarchy and we are committed to working to elect more and BETTER democrats in the coming election. We all agreed that no matter who in the dem. field gets the nomination he or she would be better than anything the rethugs have to offer and for the most part we have a good field.

We talked about which races we might want to personally lend our time, talent and treasure to in oder to create the kind of government that we crave. Millinaryman will be spending time volunteering for Donna Edwards. I think I will be putting in time for Sam Bennett in the Allentown, Bethlehem PA area. The others are considering their options. What we all know is that we are doers, not just talkers and we have a lot of work to do. Good government doesn't just create itself, we can't just sit around and wait for a savior to show up. There is no knight in white shining armour, We are co-creators in this process. That's what I love about the blog world and the amazing people and friends I am finding in it. We are dedicated people who take patriotism seriously. And who, though we have not taken an oath on a bible or any other so-called holy tome, have personally affirmed our commitment to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States of America—while we still have the freedom to do so.

Oh, and we had a great dinner too. And plan to have many more.

A Happy and Productive and Progressive New Year to all!

returning soon . . . .


As you can probably tell, I've not been here much at all lately. I moved in August and started a new job both of which have taken up lots more time than I anticipated. So what else is new? In the mean time I hope to be returning to writing here soon. I haven't forgotten and this is where I can put the stuff I can't say out loud in the pulpit.


On the first day of the first class I took in seminary, Maria Harris, the professor walked into the room. She opened her briefcase and carefully took out a little golden orb and placed it on the front of the podium, one of those small, table top models so often used in classrooms and meeting rooms. She said to us,

"I was taught never to teach with my back to the world."

The orb was a small globe. At the start of every class that she taught, the same ritual would be performed. The orb would be carefully placed on the front of whatever podium she stood behind. Maria was without doubt one of the best teachers I ever had.

Anyone who has clicked through on other pages of this site has seen this already on the page titled "About." I come back to it today for several reasons. I am working on a sermon for a "job" interview next weekend. It will be preached in a pulpit other than the one I am interested in occupying. I am thinking a lot about how we pray and how prayer comes in many forms. The form that speaks loudest to me is "praying with my feet" in essence, doing justice work is my prayer, my purpose for being.

It was Maria Harris who first introduced me to the the idea that prayer could mean such a thing and take such a form. I've been reading through her books again and see the twinkle in her eye and remember her voice in the classroom. It was a magic time.

I learned several years ago that she was suffering from a dementia related to Parkinson's Disease. Yesterday I googled her name and discovered that she had died two years ago. I read the tributes to her and dug out my files from the classes I took with her. I found the notes she wrote on my papers cheering me on. She will never know how many lives she touched and changed for the better.

I also learned this week of two former parishioners who are near death from breast cancer. They are two women whom I loved, who showed strength and courage and joy to all they knew and knew them. They too will be a loss for those who love them. They too have touched innumerable lives through their living and ultimately their dying.

Life is too short for any of us to waste it. There is so much to do. As I put the globe that I own on the front of the pulpits from which I preach, I will take the strength, the love, the encouragement and the nourishment that Maria and the others have taught me through the intersection of our lives and continue to preach with my face to the world.

Thank you Maria, Joy, and Jean. May love be with you wherever you are taken on your journeys.

Going on Vacation

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Going away for a week to "vacate." We'll be in Canada for most of it trying not to act "American." Read More . . .

For Betty

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I was at the eye doctor yesterday, the fourth or fifth visit—I'm losing track—to try to re-fit my contact lenses so that I can see to drive and to read without "cheeters." Getting the right fit is an art as well as a science.

Anyway, I checked in and in the waiting room was a friend I hadn't seen for probably 7 or 8 years at least, Betty. Betty was an active member of my "home" church, the church that I first joined and that ultimately ordained me. I love Betty. She was an activist who cared deeply about the earth and about people. She was an artist who made the most wonderful dolls and other three dimensional art. . . . Read More . . .