What did I bring home? Mystical experiences in the desert renewed my sense of intimacy with the divine. In the solitude of early morning, red slivers of cloud intersecting the rising sun made me feel like God was baptizing me in dust.
In the past few months I have read several agonized reports on the supposed death throes of the Episcopal Church. I have traveled in the opposite direction from those who have left the Episcopal church, and am glad that I have.
Unfortunately, Whitney Houston was just one in a long list of talented Americans who have died in the past several decades due to some connection with drug abuse. What is it that makes so many people among us seek a substance?
I met God in the Catholic Church and spent most of my childhood trying to get God to love me. I loved God from afar, like you might love a teacher or your best friend's older brother. I watched God carefully.