||[Apr. 27th, 2009|09:51 am]
An evangelical clergyman asked me about my back story yesterday- so I told him.
Not everything. About being a priest (ordination is indelible, right?) and a Wiccan. That was enough to be getting on with.
How did he react?
He thinks you're a brand plucked from the burning?
Something like that. He sort of rubbed his hands together and talked about God working powerfully. I forget his exact words.
Did you disagree?
I was a little uncomfortable with his way of putting things
The God talk?
Discussing God as if he were the man next door seems a little- not irreverent, exactly- a little presumptuous. Besides, it's not my tradition.
And that's important?
Not as important as I once thought it was. All talk about God is nonsense- so one vein of nonsense is probably as good as any other.
God is beyond human understanding.
So how did you reply?
I gave him my Mona Lisa smile and told him how puzzled I was by the things that are going on in my life.
You were evasive.
And what exactly are these things?
It's hard to explain. Let's just say I've been responding to hints.
An inner voice?
Not quite. I don't hear anything. I just- quite suddenly- know I need to act in a certain way.
And you trust these promptings?
So you agree with your evangelical clergyman- don't you- really- deep down?
Yes. I suppose I do.