Scheherazade at Stay of Execution finds comfort - and more - at a new church:
And then the sermon. Oh my goodness. The minister softened me up by bringing Annie Dillard into it, and from then on I was toast. He hit me in my softest places. He painted pictures with his words and my eyes welled up and soon I was crying. He made me laugh. He touched my longing. Besides Dillard he brought in GK Chesterton and Winnie the Pooh, and, of course, Jesus Christ. He talked about wonder and adoration and fear. This is my place. I want to listen to this minister some more, I thought. I didn't even care if the attorney beside me could see me crying. It felt safe.
Rachelle at Notes from a Truth Seeker reflects on her chosen faith:
What does that say about me–that I knowingly and repeatedly choose this one? A baby in a manager. A carpenter king. A crazy man on a crowded hill. A dead man on a cross. Perhaps it means, in all honestly, that I am not too smart. Perhaps it means that I am deluded, overly emotional, too easily swayed by tradition and heritage. Or perhaps is means that deep calls to deep, that knowledge sometimes surpasses reason, that many decisions are made primarily by the heart.
These posts generated thoughtful comments as well, so you'll enjoy reading them both from top to bottom.
Thank you for doing this every week!
Posted by: running2ks | January 16, 2006 at 12:37 PM