But this is a poem that speaks to the bleakness within a theology, commonly called athiesm. A Dog Has Died My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join him right there, but now he's gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and … Continue reading No, our dog is not dead.
There are many things I do not understand. One is that people are annoyed by kids being kids in church. I'm not. Kids should be in church. They can (and do, where I worship) stay in the hall and do activities during the homily. They don't have to be silent. We like kids. And we … Continue reading Love drives out fear… and worry.