2022 – The year of the Bigot

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you

Steelers Wheel, 1972

From a spiritual and interfaith point of view, this year has been for me a roller coaster ride. Downwards.

What looked like a promising beginning proceeded in descending steps, shedding connections and friendships, some in a blaze of incandescence, and others with the proverbial whimper.

What I have been called or depicted is pretty far reaching. These include, from a wide array of contexts:

  • An “unconscious anti-Semite”

  • A Zionist collaborator, and apolitical (not a compliment)
  • “completely wrong”, a toxic leader, autocratic, narcissistic, manipulative, competitive, discriminatory and intimidating

  • Seduced by a Gnostic worldview, influenced by Richard Rohr (not a compliment), ignoring the words of Jesus, adding to revelation, having mystical mentors (not a compliment)

  • Heretical, lost, hell-bound, and denigrating Christianity, considering myself more enlightened than others
  • A hypocrite, unreasonable
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A Stormy Walk Towards Healing: Reconciliation Day 2022

In our first public in-person meeting in 3 years, the District 6 Reconciliation Day Interfaith Walk took place yesterday, December 16th 2022. Led admirably by the Rev. Laurie Gaum (who has held this group together through Covid), we faced new challenges, including from the “heavens” with wild, unseasonable weather darkening our way. But this only went to make the walk all the more pertinent to the times in which we find ourselves.

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To Protest or to Attest?

(Originally posted in 2008)

Those who have been part of a transformation from a culture of protest will know that it’s far easier to oppose something than to create it.

This has never been more true in this age of simplified and amplified communications. More than ever, people are believing whatever they want to, disregarding evidence, and communicating in byte-sized, disconnected bursts of thought.

It’s easy to destroy. Destruction takes a measure of anger and a short sharp shot, and it’s “over”. The card pyramid that took 5 minutes to erect, flattened in a second. The act of courage which took many months to build up, quashed. The trust which gently overcame fear, vanquished. The slight that was cast on a family’s pride, avenged.

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