A brief essay on God’s attitude toward “us” and “them” (560 words). I have categorized this under “Religious Stuff” and “Political Stuff” because I think it applies to both.
One of my church’s priests, the Rev. Lindsay Ross-Hunt, delivered a homily this past Sunday on a story in Acts 11, one of the readings assigned for the fifth Sunday of Easter in the liturgical calendar.
I come from a conservative evangelical background in which much emphasis was placed on the Bible as the Word of God and relatively little emphasis was placed on the Bible as a word of man. Everyone agreed that men wrote the 66 books of the Bible, but the general understanding was that the Holy Spirit through the process of divine inspiration ensured that those words we the words of God. The doctrine of inerrancy attempts to capture this idea by insisting that the Bible, though written by men, contains no errors. I no longer subscribe to this understanding of the Bible.
How do people cope with having done terrible things? A short story (6927 words).
1. The Girl
It is the bone-aching cold that wakes her. That and the freezing wind whipping through her clothes. She takes a deep breath and is rewarded with icy fingers of cold fire rushing down her throat, spreading into her lungs, throwing her into a fit of coughing.
A flash fiction piece (400 words).
“They’re watching, you know.”
I don’t know what to make of this assertion, offered casually, confidently, without preamble.
“The watchers.” She gives me a knowing look.
Only I don’t know what she is talking about. Or who she is. Or where she came from. One moment I am standing there waiting for my bus, the next she is standing beside me. I put her age at nine or ten. Her attire makes me think of Alice-In-Wonderland.
A flash fiction piece (300 words).
As thermonuclear detonations go it wasn’t a very big one. But it was plenty big enough to vaporize the flotilla of warships, along with the helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft that had been circling overhead for the last few days.
An essay (524 word).
The word of God to a nation’s uncaring leaders:
“Should not shepherds take care of the flock? You eat the curds, clothe ourselves with the wool and slaughter the choice animals, but you do not take care of the flock. You have not strengthened the weak or healed the sick or bound up the injured. You have not brought back the strays or searched for the lost. You have ruled them harshly and brutally. So they were scattered because there was no shepherd, and when they were scattered they became food for all the wild animals.
“Therefore, O shepherds, hear the word of the Lord: This is what the Sovereign Lord says: I am against the shepherds and will hold them accountable for my flock.”
— The prophet Ezekiel (Ez 34:2-4, 9-10)
My wife and I have been church exiles (self-imposed) for several years. Recently we began attending St. Paul’s Episcopal church here in Bellingham. The Episcopal Church is a branch of the Anglican communion world-wide, having split off from Anglicanism as a result of the American revolution, but remaining very much Anglican in theology and practice.
I had never attended an Episcopal Church before, nor did I know much about Episcopalians. I did, however, come with some expectations. In particular, I expected to encounter a liturgical church service relatively devoid of life and energy, and something theologically liberal.