I am sitting drinking Mandela tea thinking about the last few days. There are so many things swirling in my head. There are so many things that have gone through my mind as I watched and listened to General Conference proceedings. I have mostly been heartbroken. This is the church that raised me, that I have given my life to. I watched as “my” church truly became sometime different, something I don’t recognize, or don’t want to recognize.

In the midst of all of that I made hospital visits and had meetings. I talked with people about ordinary things and more significant ones. I preached and taught confirmation class. I played games with the youth group. I ate dinner with my family. I pet my dogs.

This is what I think, I will continue to be a follower of Jesus. I will continue to love everyone. I will continue to work for justice and to resist evil in whichever forms it presents itself, including the church. I think Calvary will do the same. We will do it together.

We are on a journey. I don’t know where it will lead but we follow in the footsteps of generations before who have worked to make the world a more just and loving place and those footsteps will carry us forward.



(The photo is from New Mexico, the deep rut is where Native Americans for generations walked along the ridge line putting one foot in front of another)