Born With an Inclination

I believe I was born
with an innate inclination
to believe in God.

The Baldwin children had the option
to form their own opinions.
For that, we are grateful.

Dad was studiously noncommittal.
He may have been a member in good standing
in the First Agnostic Community Church.

Mother professed a preference
for the dreamy atmospherics
of Christian piety.

Yes, we attended church,
but there were no devotions
or grace at meals.

We kept a secular house.
No one told me to believe in God.
I figured that out on my own.


Thanksgiving Day 2021

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Last Sunday After Pentecost: Christ the King

  • 2 Samuel 23:1-7
  • Psalm 132:1-13
  • Revelation 1:4b-8
  • John 18:33-37

Year B Readings:

[tanka]

old friends part:
they promise to meet again
some day…
each knows
this is the last time

November 21, 2021

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