Secular, or No-cular?

When I was five, I found out my best friend, Felicia, was Jewish. I was a WASP in the first degree, able to trace my roots back to Captain Miles Standish and the Mayflower (though I didn’t know that at the time). But I had been told about my privileged place on this earth, as one of the Saved. I had been baptized, and I would go to heaven when I died. When I found out that Felicia was Jewish, I asked whether that meant she would not go to heaven. I was told that she would not, unless she accepted Jesus as her savior.

At the tender age of five I faced my first conscious existential crisis. Unable to abide such injustice, my heart closed to a god who would shut his door on my friend. Thus began my wandering life.

A Thought from Grandpa Joe.

We must be willing to get rid of
the life we’ve planned, so as to have
the life that is waiting for us.

The old skin has to be shed
before the new one can come.

If we fix on the old, we get stuck.
When we hang onto any form,
we are in danger of putrefaction.

Hell is life drying up.

Excerpt from A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living