Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Off I go.

And, so....

This printing press thing (as Joel says), it's mighty dangerous.... It's dangerous to let people speak their mind, explore, think out loud.... especially if those people be clergy.

I have posted, almost daily, reflecting upon the readings of morning prayer, the politics of our nation and localities, life as I experience it.... For eight years.

It has never been "safe" to do so.

In the very beginning, the folks I knew all wrote with pen-names because of the probable repercussions. The consequences.

To speak of sexual discrimination, gender-bias, power games, control issues, racism, oppression... you know, justice issues.

Especially within the church. Much less our neighborhoods.

In this era of growing authoritarianism, slight of hand, politics, back-stabbing... --you name it-- and because of the number of times folks have used my musings against me --not contacting me --not talking with me, but taking their opinion of what they have read here to councils, my boss, to gossip in destructive ways (I just found out it was said that I came to this Diocese with "a history" --which explains all the searches for "lesbian" and "arrest" on my pages)....

--it really, really feels more than not 'safe' to continue writing here... which, I hope you will understand is much of the cause of my posting only occasionally in the recent past....

--especially because the clergy conference has suddenly changed from disaster preparedness to clergy using social media....

I think it is time to stop posting here.
And drift in to that clergy oblivion of not having a personality or opinion....

Which is really too bad, as I have made friends with so many wonderful folk...

--and I have appreciated you all joining me in prayer. In exploration. In discussion.

Especially those of you who disagreed with much I have written, but engaged me. Thank you.

So...there it is.

At prayer (Matthew 13:44-52)

Jesus said, “The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and caught fish of every kind; when it was full, they drew it ashore, sat down, and put the good into baskets but threw out the bad. So it will be at the end of the age. The angels will come out and separate the evil from the righteous and throw them into the furnace of fire, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

“Have you understood all this?” They answered, “Yes.” And he said to them, “Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like the master of a household who brings out of his treasure what is new and what is old.”

Off I go.