Don't look to me for answers, I can't even remember the question...

It has been some time since I posted anything on here. I have probably lost my readers and disappointed some of you. I am sorry. I have been scrambling to survive in NYC. Life happens.

Much of my writing time has been consumed by a project I am working on for television.

I don't have the answers.

What freedom! I don't have the answers. Sometimes I read these posts I have written and I think, "What an arrogant jerk." Who am I to say what is true or not? I can only speak from my experience with any authority. So here is some experience...

Pakistan was a watershed for me. I traveled there with the hopes of it revving my spiritual engines. I had been drifting for a while. I grew disillusioned with the Episcopal Church after feeling torn apart by the ordination process- Most of it my own doing (that is another story entirely). I lapsed in my spiritual practices, my faith felt dead.

Then I was broken open by Pakistan. I was hoping to find God, but I wanted it on my terms.

And since when does God show up on our terms?

I am not interested in a God I can control. That isn't much of a God- that's magic.

In all three synoptic gospels, Matthew, Mark, and Luke- Jesus is quoted as saying something like this, "Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the Kingdom of Heaven belongs."

When I read this I think of the wonder and curiosity with which a child approaches the world. They ask questions. They are amazed and astounded by things we adults take for granted. They look to thier parents for the answers.

In our world we are called upon to have answers. The one with the information wins. It is easy to forget to be amazed.

Sometimes I get so busy giving answers I forget the question. Maybe I can learn form the little ones and a get a little piece of the kingdom...