I like to anticipate the Sunday Mass by reflecting on the lections in advance. My reflections indicate what one person in the congregation is thinking going into the service. Those who preach may get a jump start here on what they will do with the same texts. Those who sit in the pew with me will be prompted to ask their own questions.
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.
I bring my Queer eye to the texts. I am particularly interested in asking questions that I suspect most straight preachers won't ask of them.
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
Bless you and thank you!
Yay! God prosper your work, Louie! I've preached for 25 years now. Things can go a little stale, so I will listen for inspiration. You go!
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