Next Time a Llama

You may have noticed that I've made several posts today. recently I've been able to put aside the rat race and as such the brain constipation has cleared. Ok, bad visual analogy.

Also I've been two weekends apart from Eugene and am trying to occupy my time with more solitary pursuits.

Last night I joined a half dozen gay friends for dinner. Next to me sat a retired minister and next across from him sat a psychoanalyst. The subject of religion came up and the two found common ground in the current way the Bible is being misinterpreted.

My minister friend is rarely at a loss for words, but I saw him speechless for the first time when the psychoanalyst declared his belief in reincarnation. I started to give my own prediction of what the afterlife might be like. But I stopped when I could see that despite his ability to reconcile his sexuality, he still had pretty standard ideas about the hereafter.

Meanwhile on the other side of me is a friend who doesn't believe in Christ's redemption. Instead of finding others' beliefs as an assault on my own (unless they present them as such), I find listening to different ideas refreshing and enriching.