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I knew Cara Oosterhouse online before I ever met her in real life. She is a member of the Christian Reformed Church (CRC), the church of my youth. She was baptized as an infant in the Neland Avenue CRC and has been a member there ever since. She is also a lesbian, and we met because she is the online presence of All One Body (A1B), an organization working toward full inclusion of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender members in their CRC homes. Although I left the church forty-two years ago and have since joined a more progressive church, I maintain ties and watch with special interest how the CRC is moving on inclusion of LGBTQ people and other social justice issues. Last summer Cara and I met for the first time at Harmony Brewing Company, one of my favorite eats-and-drinks venues in Grand Rapids, MI, and last week I interviewed Cara on the phone. As we talked, I imagined her sitting beside a crackling fire, like the ones I’ve seen on her Facebook posts.

After chatting a bit about how Cara’s construction business is going (very well, despite the fact that we are now in autumn, soon to be winter), I asked my first question, “How did you experience your faith as a child?” That question always seems to give people pause for a moment, and Cara was no exception.

“Hmmm. I think…that’s interesting.” Then she began talking about how the whole family ate breakfast and dinner together during the week and all three meals on weekends. “After every meal we read from the Bible, straight through from Read More 
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FIRST: The chapters of The Silver Cup, except for the prologue, will NOT be available for reading on my website after December 15, 2015. So if you’re still reading or haven’t yet started but you want to finish reading while it’s available for free on the website, you might want to move on that.

The reason for the change is a good one: I am progressing toward publication of what some of you would call a “real” book and getting close. More about that later.

SECOND: The blog will continue, but it will be different. It will definitely be related to The Silver Cup, and I hope you’ll want to keep reading it and that you’ll help me make it grow. I plan to post 2-3 times a week, which I know will be more manageable for some.

THIRD: There will be variety in the posts. LOOK for:

        • My reflections on comments readers made
        as they read The Silver Cup;

        • Reviews of books mentioned in The Silver
and of other resources;

        • Answers to readers’ questions, including
        Cheyenne’s story co-written by the two of us
        (by popular demand);

        • Guest blog posts;

        • "Inner Journeys"—stories of other people’s
        spiritual journeys will now appear in the
        blog instead of on a separate page.

FOURTH: A question for you, dear reader: What would you like to see here? What would you like to contribute? Do tell. PLEASE! Leave a comment!

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Periodically I ask myself why I write. The act itself can be immensely pleasurable, and other times it’s just work—plain, hard work. In today’s publishing world, there’s a lot about writing for others that’s downright discouraging. Selfishly, though, I write to stay sane. When I don’t write, I sink into depression. I used to tell myself that I write in the hope that my work will touch the hearts of others. That is true, but it falls short of what really prompts me to deny most everything else in my life until I’ve sat with pad and pen or keyboard and screen for a good part of the day. In fact, if my writing touches someone, my fondest hope is Read More 
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This post was first published in my hometown newspaper, The Gallup Independent, on October 17, 2015 in the weekly "Religious Perspectives" column. I have been contributing to this column for several years. This is the most personal column I ever submitted.

I grew up in the Navajo Nation and in Gallup in the 1950s and 1960s. I was the child of Christian missionaries. When I was twelve I started teaching Sunday school in the church in Tohlakai. When I was sixteen I taught religious instruction in the BIA school at Ft. Wingate, and I brought gospel messages in the Gallup Detention Center on Sunday afternoons. I longed to receive God’s call to serve him.

Something else happened when I was sixteen. Two women who loved each other were driven away from the mission compound where they served. I realized that I would  Read More 
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