Isn’t it interesting that the only time we’re able to sit still for our life portraits is when we’re dead? Instead of carefully painting them ourselves we end up handing the brush and palette to a pastor, family member, or friend. We spend a lifetime carefully writing the story of our lives and then abruptly ask others to create a eulogistic…..
Our religious culture is all about personal journeys. It loves to spend time cruising the mystical seas, feeling the spiritual sea breeze blowing through its hair. It loves the tolerance of the cruise but gets bent out of shape when it reaches a port of call. It would much rather gorge itself on vanilla flavored soft-serve new age spirituality 24…..