It was sneaky, not planned. It just happened that way. After that fire engine whapped us and killed my friend Brad in October 1958 and that priest asked me what we had done to deserve this horrendous accident, I wasn’t interested in working for, serving, or even hanging around a god who would punish people … Read more
I’m going to share a story that I don’t remember—I have retrogressive amnesia. I do remember that it was a beautiful October afternoon in 1958. My friend Brad and I were getting on our motorcycles to drive to Tilden Park in Berkeley. The rest is hearsay until I woke up in a hospital, hurting all … Read more
I call myself a PC, but that does not mean politically correct, which I usually am not. If I was with a group of mainstream Protestant clergy, most of them would know that when I call myself a PC, I mean I am a progressive Christian. I can hear some of you asking, “What or … Read more
I am a retired Episcopal priest who has been ordained for almost sixty years and in the church business all my life (I’m a “PK,” a preacher’s kid). For years, I have struggled with what the church has told me I have to believe because so much of it doesn’t make any sense. Some of … Read more