- Greg's post and the following comments titled "Reactionary" have me thinking about my time growing up in the church and in Christian schools and how it has brought me where I am. I have left the church, particularly the Baptists, slowly for the last 15 years. First it was the ordination of women, then separation of church and state, then the idea that poverty is not moral failure, then I had the nerve to not get married, and most earth shattering the questions about how man actually finds himself on a journey with God. It's been hard work for the last 15 years.
- I am packing for our school's leadership retreat. I am such a sucker for these events--they are what youth camp might have been for me if you weren't supposed to find a boyfriend or talk about hell. The big Saturday night feature event is "Me in a box"--a self explanatory activity. Searching for an old big haired pic of 1980's Educat led me looking through memorabilia from high school and early college. Most interesting are about 5 horrid religious poems by some man in his 50's who used to sit in "Downtown Falls Creek" (you know where I mean, between the book store and the Icee stand) and sign these poems that he wrote. Look for a these in a later entry. They are quite 80's retro fundy fascinating.
All this deconstruction and leaving behind of things has made me want to build---something. I know what I don't want, now it's time to find what I do want. I have found it. Join me friends, I hereby seek ordination in Rev. Billy's Church of Stop Shopping!!