Dogs at the Table

...or to put it another way, "Perish, priest!"

Monday, August 01, 2005

Even the little dogs...

The church is not the easiest place to be making one's life. I am reminded of Jesus' encounter with the woman with the 12-year haemorrhage, where she suggests that even if she wasn't one of the chosen, the little dogs still feed from the scraps at the master's table.

I am one of the little dogs.

Since I'm not a biblical fundamentalist, a conservative doctrinaire, nor a bond-servant to orthodoxy, I have been told I'm not welcome at the master's table.

But I'm willing to feed on the scraps.

Today's Weigh-in: 223.5 (well fed)


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