Unlike the preacher, I am free to do my work in bits and pieces. I jot notes. I ask questions. I share experiences that relate to the texts and inform my queer angle on them.
I come up with more questions than answers. That is what has always brought me to the texts, even when at age 6 in 1942 I taught a Sunday School class to kids ages 4-5 in a mill village where our Baptist Church had a mission.
Here as there, I am often struck by the contrasts, real or imagined, between my life, the lives of those in the texts, and the lives of those for whom I write.
My ancestor had the audacity to question the rabbi who came to her well. I too have a bucket. With it I hope to draw the living water He told her about, but I'll need your help, and the help of the Holy Spirit.
Welcome. Thank you for dropping by. Sit for a spell. --Louie/Quean Lutibelle