My former roommate has been telling people, when they call for me, that I'm not in because I've "gone off to become a preacher-woman."
"Oh, yes," the concerned legions say once they reach me "We've heard that you've decided to become a preacher woman..." And then, with much hemming and hawing, they get to what has been truly concerning them: "When did you find God? Have you been converted? Did you have a religious experience?"
These questions are asked out of kindness, worry, concern: all the things that make me deeply value the friendships that I've spent years cultivating. But, under the unsettling questions --doubtless informed by your average American Liberal's fear of the Christian Right-- is something that troubles me more deeply: how could they not know? How could my worried friends not know that I was born and raised and choose to be an Episcopalian? I attended church with my ...
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POSTED 02/25/07, 05:13 AM EST BY LIZ RICHARDS |
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