People talk to me about my body

As I'm getting out of my Jeep in the YMCA parking garage yesterday, I notice a man I don't know walking toward me, looking at me with an unpleasant, even hostile look on his face. I'm alert, a little rattled, and confused because he's looking right at me, but initially I think it has something [...]

What is this place?

They say that you can never go back home. I used to think this was a certain cruelty, as if leaving somehow was always a betrayal, one that got you banned or held at arm's length or just not privy to the important things, the inside things that matter most. To be away with your [...]

Of burning bushes and the fires of hell

When I first came out as bisexual, I asked the only gay friend I knew for sure was gay to meet me at a bookstore cafe so we could talk. He had just recently preached in our little ecumenical faith community on the text from Galatians that says "there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave [...]

On the bench under her pear tree

So often my mind returns to that place, a barn and pasture hidden up the winding roads in the hills of east Kentucky, out of sight from the main road. In those quick and unbidden glimpses of memory, the times when my mind goes there like a flashback to some earlier significant scene, it is [...]

Liturgy and Sexuality: The Lord Be With You

"The Lord be with you." "And also with you." These words are a beginning. These words in the liturgy gather us to attention, and prepare us for an encounter. Sometimes spoken at the beginning of worship to quiet a room before prayer, they're most well-known as the opening words of the Eucharistic liturgy. I was [...]

The work that is yours to do

I was writing to you yesterday, the post about wedding music, and in the aftermath, honestly battling with myself over it - not because I regret anything I said, and not because I've changed my mind, or any of that. More, it's that as time goes by, and maybe as I get older, or the [...]

For the love of dog

"When you're finished with what you're doing, can you bathe Gabby?" It's Saturday morning, lazy in the kennel of the animal hospital except for this load of laundry, that stack of three dog bowls waiting to be washed. All the boarders are morning napping, running after squirrels in their dreams, and I have so much [...]