God makes sense to me under the
trees, and God makes sense to me in poetry and prayer, and God makes
sense to me in Eucharist and Baptism and community and even creeds...but
not in the offering plate, not in the building campaign, not in the
pastor-who-shall-not-be-questioned, not in the politics, not in the
assumptions about what a good Christian girl ought to be.
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