About the Author
The following remarks were discovered tucked inside a used copy of Whitehead’s Process and Reality purchased for seventy-five cents at a church rummage sale, somewhere near the “Filosophy” section. Rev. Dave Moorman does not write theology the way respectable institutions prefer theology to be written. There are no marble hallways here. No Latin footnotes marching…
Afterword
When I was in seminary, we had to write a “Credo” between our second year and third. This was more-or-less the Master’s Thesis. It needed to be 20 pages in length – which seems like a lot until you have to cram everything you know about the Bible, church history, philosophy, psychology, and your own…
Chapter 13
The Cinnamon Roll I realize my mythological structure is rather bare when it comes to a mythic story to hold it. That is why I go to church most Sunday mornings. It is nice to be in the midst of the flock without being the “paid shepherd.” I attend a United Methodist Church, since that…
Chapter 12
Wholly Holy There was a time when travel ended in a little yellow envelope. You dropped your film off at the Fotomat kiosk in the parking lot of the grocery store – a tiny hut with one lonely employee imprisoned inside like a prophet in a transparent monastery. And several days later, you got back…
Chapter 11
The Buffer The last of the Community Building group piled into the elevator, napkins and unraveling cinnamon rolls in their hands. Laughing about food. “Burger place across the street?” “OK! Best burgers in town!” “Last time I ate there, I lost a weekend.” “That chili oughta come with medical insurance.” The elevator doors slid shut…
Chapter 10
Being Itself Being Itself Presented for your observation: Seven human beings entered the elevator. They briefly glanced at each other before turning to watch the floor numbers blink on and off in numerical order. A retired banker. A corporate strategist. A restless young man with curated authenticity. An elderly widow guarding what dignity remained. A…
Chapter 9
The Me Meeting The Me Sheri and I had traveled a bit in Europe. In 1998, we were part of a church exchange trip to Romania. Afterwards, we wandered on our own for a while – Venice, Rome, Munich, Berlin, and eventually Warsaw. Up to that point, I had managed reasonably well with my small…
Chapter 8
The Land of Giants Childhood is mostly an exercise in surviving among giants. My grandparents had a special chair at their dining room table. It looked almost exactly like the other chairs, except it stood higher off the ground so a small child could sit with the adults. It was an honorary promotion into the…
Chapter 7
Here’s The Me! I have held many jobs over the years. Employment counselor. Commercial investigator. Photographer. Insurance salesman. Shoe salesman. Office manager. Library worker. IRS minion. I seemed remarkably gifted at finding jobs and somewhat less gifted at keeping them. Eventually, while working for the Internal Revenue Service, something in me began to crack. Not…
Chapter 6
One Truth Mark Twain once said, “Man is the only animal with the One True Faith. Many of them!” However, I am going to posit, proclaim, even insist that there is One Truth I know with absolute certainty: I Am. It is like entering into a story about my father going off to war. He…
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