Category: Going to Church
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
In today’s visit to the Cathedral of Nature, the morning raindrops were still on the elephant ears and roses in the garden. When I first moved into my house, the former tenants had planted shrubs in the front garden, punctuated by elephant ears. Each leaf was wider than my chest and brought to mind some…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
This week’s visit to the Cathedral of Nature as always brings wonder and joy to my heart. Last year, I picked up an unusual lily in the supermarket, brought it home, and let it bloom out. When the lily had died back a bit, I planted it at my front door, half-convinced that I’d never…
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How a Pagan Goes to Church
I worship in the Cathedral of Nature, the Church Not Built by Hands. Years ago, a Christian friend who had left the Lutheran church and later the local Methodist church remarked to me that she’d started “going to church” every Sunday morning. That was a surprise to me, mainly because she was very ill and…