I don’t have mystical or psychic abilities but I possess qualities that would identify me as an empath. At church, when I greeted people, I surveyed their faces. Was there sadness or fatigue in the eyes? Were there worried frowns behind the smiles? Or were they masking everything over? When I shook their hands, I … Continue reading Is This What an Empath Is?
I stopped just after I entered through the door. The emergency room was bustling with nurses and patients. I turned around to leave but then I stopped again. I was still standing in the entrance when the attendant at the counter noticed me. “May I help you?” she asked. “I… don’t know if I really … Continue reading ER Visit and a Wedding
“Don’t take this the wrong way, man,” the middle school student said, “but you talk Spanish like a Gringo.” “That’s okay,” I said. “I talk English like a Texan… y’all.” In Orlando, we have many cultures living next to each other. People from Puerto Rico, Cuba, Venezuela, Haiti, France, England, Vietnam, Korea, China…. And then … Continue reading Just a Gringo from Texas
“I don’t think any of us knew how tired you were,” my friend said after I moved away. I didn't realize at first how right he was. When I arrived in Orlando, I thought I’d find a job right away, but in fact I stayed inside with the lights off and couldn’t move for days which … Continue reading I Was Tired
I had to leave because I was exhausted and because my beliefs changed. But I didn’t leave because people were mean to me. Idabel FUMC, photo by David Mercer At some point, I want to discuss the unhealthy dynamics of religious culture, but first I want to speak of the last church I served … Continue reading My Last Church Was Wonderful
“I am told God loves me–and yet the reality of darkness & coldness & emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul. Did I make a mistake in surrendering blindly to the Call of the Sacred Heart?” --Mother Teresa, http://time.com/4126238/mother-teresas-crisis-of-faith/ Faith is not an either/or proposition. People often have powerful faith without sensing … Continue reading Am I a Hypocrite?
I finally admitted to myself that while I prayed constantly, God never answered back. No words came to me. The feelings I experienced were my own. And the events that happened after I prayed had only the meaning I attributed to them. It was painful. I had poured out my life in service to someone … Continue reading Silent Reckoning