The first time either of us ever had sex she became pregnant. It was the late 1960’s and policy forbade a pregnant girl from attending high school. There was no such policy for the boy (me, in this instance) who made the girl pregnant.

Her parents were devout Christians; mine were devout alcoholics. As teenagers, we had kept secrets from the world, each other, and even from ourselves; but a growing belly was one secret we could not keep. It felt like there was a bomb in my girlfriend’s belly that was about to explode. We were pregnant with fear, shame and regret. We decided to figure this out by ourselves, keeping all options open.

One option we quickly ruled out was marriage. We were high school students. We had no money or jobs; and no one would rent us an apartment. We called the county “welfare office” but couldn’t navigate the system or the shame.

We considered abortion. We lived in a midwestern city with a large university during the “Sexual Revolution.” We decided that it was I who should be the one to walk around campus, asking young women for information about abortion. We saw posters about ending “coat hanger abortions” but we found no one willing to talk about options to us two baby-faced teenagers. We ruled-out abortion, admitting it would never be our choice, but we had agreed to consider all options ~ and we were relieved that options existed.

The last option was to tell our parents. Her parents were sad and turned to prayer and scripture for guidance. My parents were angry and turned to liquor and lawyers to prepare for a likely paternity suit.  

We decided she would go to a “home for unwed mothers” and offer the child for adoption. Her mother and father were in the front seat, and we were in the back, as we drove to the home. I was alone in the back seat when we returned. My girlfriend’s mother had a seizure in the front passenger seat as her father drove. They never blamed me for the seizure. They didn’t have to. I blamed myself. We drove endlessly home in empty silence.

After giving birth, my girlfriend held our child once before the adoption. I was not allowed to be there. We were treated kindly all through the pregnancy, but another message was equally clear: abortion was illegal and sinful but offering our own child for adoption the right thing to do after doing the wrong thing. Everything was secretive, anonymous and transactional.

My girlfriend returned home with dripping breasts, a flabby tummy and no baby. There was nothing about what happened that I could understand. She knew what had happened to her body but was as stunned and empty as I was, and we had no idea how to process what had happened to us. We loved each other very much and tried to be a couple again but drifted apart, forever.  

Years later, both of us married and had more children. One night, while putting my daughter to bed, I said, “You’re my favorite little girl!” She said, “That’s because I’m your only little girl.” I said nothing. The secret and the shame remained sealed.

Twenty-one years after our daughter’s birth, I located my long-lost girlfriend and got her permission for me to hire a search investigator. A couple of months later I learned from the investigator that my daughter’s name was Linda. I wrote a letter to Linda that began, “My name is Dwight Lee Wolter and I vow to never try to contact you again without your approval, but I believe I am your biological father.”

Our daughter wrote back immediately. At one point, she was living in San Diego. Coincidentally and ironically, I was to deliver a speech there on a book I had written about forgiveness. We met and the next day she sat next to me at a banquet table. I was introduced and as I walked to the stage, a woman at the table said to my daughter, “You must be very proud of your father.” My daughter said, “I am.” The woman then asked, “Has your father been doing this for long?” My daughter answered, “I don’t know, I just met him.”

As I departed for home the next day, she hugged me and softly and tearfully said in my ear, “Thank you for not choosing an abortion.” She never knew, she told me, that I even knew I had a daughter. I was shocked. When I thought about it, I could have been a rapist or a drunken sailor on a one-night stand. I might not have known that I has a daughter. Her mother, however, would certainly know she was pregnant. Her birth mother, for all our daughter knew, may have been desperate to get an abortion. She was not, but our daughter never knew. She also never knew I had carried her in my heart every day for twenty-one years.

My daughter and I now know much about each other from the past three decades that have passed. Her adoptive mother is deceased. Her birth mother has also passed, but not before they were reunited. Her adoptive father was a guest in my home, along with our mutual daughter, Linda, and her husband and children. Her adoptive father, whom she still adores, has also passed, but not before he and I ~ alone together ~ worked it out that he would call himself her dad and I would call myself her father. I thanked him and his wife for doing a wonderful job, raising Linda. And I remain immensely grateful that he welcomed my sudden appearance in his life.

Linda and I have very different experiences, feelings and beliefs about several things, including abortion. The choice my girlfriend and I once made is obvious. But it was a choice. And like any choice ever made by anyone, it was made in part out of conviction and also of circumstance. It would have been disastrous, for many reasons, if we had chosen to try to raise Linda and we knew it. We did not grow horns on our heads for choosing abortion; but we did not received haloes for choosing adoption either. Everybody was eager to tell my girlfriend what to do with her body and to tell us what to do with our lives. Shame, stigma, pain, and regret resulted for having “given her away” just as it would if we had chosen abortion. But we did not give her away. We released her from deep inadequacy into loving arms better able to do, we hoped and prayed, what we knew we could not.

I am now an ordained pastor. I have an opinion about virtually everything. And yet, I remain deeply convinced that it is not my right to violate the sanctity of a woman’s body, and to force her to carry her pregnancy to birth or to force her to abort, for that matter. I may have an opinion as a citizen and a father, and I hope to have an opportunity to express it. But a woman’s choice concerning her own body and pregnancy is not my choice to make. No matter what you believe and what choices you have made or would make in our situation. But I want to remind you that the people, especially the women, in situations like the one I describe here ~ are not fodder for arguments in churches or the Supreme Court. They are very real people trying to navigate their way through very difficult situations. They deserve compassion, mercy, and freedom to choose.

Dwight Lee Wolter

The Women’s Tennis Association (WTA) Has Restored My Faith in Humanity

A young, Chinese, woman tennis player, Peng Shuai, had the audacity to name the man, 40 years her elder and a powerful political leader in China, as the one who, she alleges, sexually assaulted her. Since her public accusation, she “disappeared” and, under global pressure, has since been seen “in public” only once ~ on a video showing her doing just fine; happy as a lark; healthy as the world class athlete that she is. Peng Shuai is a Grand Slam Doubles Champ and three-time Olympian. Many people and organizations, eager not to disrupt the money and fame generated by the upcoming Beijing Winter Olympics, accepted the video at face value and said we should all just move on. Others said not so fast!

China might be thinking that all it needs is to stall a little longer and global apathy about a solitary, woman, sexual assault victim will prevail. All the victim needs, they might be waging a bet, is just a little more rehab, a bit more education and indoctrination that will culminate in ~ who knows ~ her meeting with her alleged perp to ask his forgiveness for her false accusations. All of this will be just in time for the Beijing Winter Olympics.

The Women’s Tennis Association (WTA), however, is pulling out of China until Peng Shuai reappears and is free to interview, pursue her claims, and other things. This action will cost the WTA hundreds of millions of dollars generated by doing business in China. No other athletic association, so far, has followed the WTA’s lead.

I wrote to a young, adult man who called this action by the WTA “Very honorable, but it won’t happen. Look what the Chinese are getting away with in creating internment camps to “reeducate” over one million, Muslim Uyghurs ~ China’s largest minority. Many call it a genocide. Unfortunately, a tennis player is way down the list.”

“I implore you” I wrote back, “to not give up hope! All it takes for the world to go to hell is five good people to do nothing. You have a great, creative spirit and a fine mind. The world loves to turn people like you into cynics who bleed power and motivation. The world does so by feeding you the myth of futility. The WTA showed the world that they are willing to sacrifice deeply rather than tolerate this injustice to an alleged victim of sexual abuse. China is very angry at this continued public outing.”

I happen to believe in God ~ a God that cleans house. A God that needs our help. I believe in God, a God who blesses small people doing small acts to effect seemingly impossible change. The Hebrew and Christian Biblical stories (some of which are shared in the Qur’an) of water coming out of a rock; of finding a way out of no way out; of walking on water; of raising people from the dead ~ are still being told simple because there is truth in them and because they offer people hope that “We shall overcome… someday.”

Until then, we speak truth to power. We brush our teeth, wash our face, and carry on. We pray, contemplate, meditate, advocate, protest, detest, confess ~ or any combination of these and others that keep us trudging along on the road to justice. May God, Higher Power, Allah, Yahweh, Mother Nature, Tao, Karma, Jesus, Jehovah, Universal Human Rights, our ancestors, mercy, destiny, and desire for rightfulness be our guides. And may the God of my understanding bless the Women’s Tennis Association.

Rev. Dwight Lee Wolter



IN THE BEGINNING, God created heaven and earth and on earth God also created mosquitoes and laundry. Adam and Eve went naked to avoid laundry, but then encountered mosquitoes. This is God’s way of telling us to accept life on life’s terms; and that nothing is perfect; and not to change clothes too often. Amen. Rev. Dwight Lee Wolter

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What This Guy and Rafael Warnock & Jon Ossoff Do and Do Not Have in Common

On the day when this man, and many others, staged an insurrection at the United States capitol ~ it was officially announced that a Jew and a black, Baptist preacher had been elected by the people of Georgia to be their next United States Senators.

Jon Ossoff is 33 and will be the only United States senator too young to be President of the United States. Rafael Warnock (with whom I attended Union Theological Seminary in New York City) is the pastor of Ebenezer Baptist church in Atlanta; the church at which the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was once pastor. Neither Ossoff nor Warnock have previously held political office.

The insurrectionist with the horns was screaming “Freedom” when this photo was taken in the United States Senate Chamber. The insurrectionist has also not held political office.

Two of these three men chose to seek freedom by running for the United States Senate. One of them sought freedom by becoming part of a mob that stormed the United States Senate, leaving four people dead and many wounded.

January 6, 2021 is also a sad “day that will live in infamy” as President Roosevelt said after American was attacked ~ but that time at Pearl Harbor, not the United States Senate.  But January 6th was not a completely “bad” day. It was also a day of peaceful transition, change, freedom, justice, and democracy-in-action. The will of the people was certified.

As we approach Martin Luther King Day in about ten days ~ let us consider another man, a man dedicated to non-violence, who also spoke of freedom as he looked forward to the day, as we do, when we are finally, “Free at last. Free at last.  Thank God almighty, we are free at last.”

Peace, Justice, Mercy & Freedom Be Upon You Now and Always,

Pastor Dwight


Ellen Hald I spoke today with the offending pharmacist, and the store manager, as I transferred my account and prescriptions from the East Patchogue CVS. Both of these people had the audacity to say that the pastor did not speak factually. So not only is he a cancer victim, but also a liar. This can’t be tolerated. Instead of denying their culpability, they should be trying to rectify the situation, and assuring the community that they are helping to protect their health. If I had any trust or confidence in this place, it no longer exists.IMG_3259

CVS Pharmacist Refuses to Mask Despite Plea from Cancer Patient (me)


I went to CVS store #5372 in Patchogue, Long Island, at 503 East Main St. (631-758-6137), to pick-up medicine prescribed by my oncologist in preparation for two surgical procedures at Memorial Sloan Kettering (MSK) Cancer Center in Manhattan, to ready my body for multiple cancer treatments in Commack, New York. All treatments are contingent on me remaining Covid-free. I have been in virtual seclusion for about five months. I was stunned to discover the pharmacist, a store clerk re-stocking shelves four feet from me, and two customers were not wearing masks. I asked why. “Too hot!” the clerk said. The pharmacist ignored me. The clerk eventually put on a mask, but not covering her mouth or nose.

Stuck there, between two mask-less employees, four feet away from the clerk and ten feet away from the pharmacist. I shouted, “I have cancer. Look! I can’t leave this line! I am buying pre-op stuff for my first surgery. You can see my RX from my oncologist. Please wear a mask! If I am Covid19-positive, they won’t treat me!” The pharmacist said, “The mask is hot. Can’t you see I am very busy!” She never put on a mask and kept filling prescriptions. She was also not socially distanced from her colleagues: the drive-up window attendant, the assistants handing her numerous bottles of medications to place into the RX bottles; and others.

I left the pharmacy, horrified and fearful that I had been exposed to Covid19 by a pharmacist filling my medications for cancer. I hope to God I am Covid19 negative when I get tested on Saturday for my Monday surgery. My son, age 25, is getting a Covid19 test so he can drive me back to Long Island after the surgery.

I spoke to the pharmacist and the store manager today, the day after the incident. I received defensive, excuse-laden comments from each of them, independently, that showed no acceptance of culpability. I have notified my Suffolk County legislator and his Chief of Staff. I contacted the New York State hotline. I called CVS headquarters without success.

I am letting you know this now because I fear that more persons, daily, are being exposed and perhaps infected with a virus for which there is no cure, while I wait for a response from NY State and their inundated hotline. Everyone in that pharmacy line is there because they are sick. The last thing I imagined was risking further sickness or death from the pharmacist preparing my medications. Upon leaving, a sign on the door of the pharmacy said that flu shots were available and strongly urged as a health precaution.




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Countless people have fought for our freedoms: freedom to speak, freedom to assemble; freedom to worship or not… I profoundly thank them. As a person over 65, with a preexisting condition; I also want to thank you for your patriotic and generous act of wearing a mask. Your mask is anything but selfish. Your mask will not protect you from me. But your mask may protect me from you, if you are an unknowing Covid carrier. The mask is not 100% effective, but every bit helps as our country battles a killer virus together.

And so, when I see you on the street, in a park, and even in a socially-distanced restaurant while you are not eating or drinking ~ pardon my interruption when I ~ just as I do with soldiers in uniform ~ thank you for your service to our country.

God bless America. And God bless you.


“The one who started the fire shall make full restitution.” Exodus 22:6b

U.S. House of Representatives member, John Conyers, (Democrat from Michigan) and I “The one who started the fire shall make full restitution.” Exodus 22:6b

U.S. House of Representatives member, John Conyers, (Democrat from Michigan) and I (United Church of Christ pastor and author) were the invited speakers at a two day conference titled, “Visions of the 21st Century: A Conversation about Reparations for Blacks in America” at Bethune-Cookman College in Florida, back in 1998. The purpose of the event, as reported in the Orlando Sentinel, was to consider, “whether America should make amends in some way for the historical enslaving of blacks and all its social and economic repercussions. It’s a bold move for the private, predominantly black college. No other topic stirs America’s emotions like race relations.”

While reparations may (or may not) be new to you ~ it was certainly not new to America, or to Rep. Conyers who had introduced a bill in every Congress for nearly thirty years (!) to study the institution of slavery and to recommend appropriate reparations, only to have the bill defeated every time. This was a bill to study and recommend ~ but not even that got through the House of Representatives after thirty consecutive, annual, legislative attempts.

Rep. Conyers is now deceased; but the movement to consider reparations is not. Once again, the topic of considering reparations for the legal enslavement of human beings is on the lips and in the hearts of many Americans. Once again, reparations has come up, briefly and predominantly among black candidates during the Democratic primary in 2019 ~ only to fade from the presidential platform as it had from the House of Representatives consideration.

Some of you may remember that Congress offered a formal apology and offered reparations to each surviving victim of the American internment of Japanese Americans during World War II. The same was not, however, offered to African Americans, or even allowed to be formally considered by our national legislature. Much has been written and said since then, from various perspectives, about the internment of Japanese Americans, as well as about the enslavement of Americans of African descent.

What follows is a consideration for reparations from a Biblical perspective ~ whether you are a religious person or not ~ because slavery is deeply embedded and, in fact, canonized in Judeo-Christian tradition, heritage, and even sacred Scripture.
A key question to consider here is: If God condones slavery in words, traditions, heritage and is canonized in Scripture ~ then why shouldn’t we also condone, or at least ignore, the impact and ramifications of slavery in America that still exist?

Few people would, consciously, pose such a question to themselves or their children. But adults and children are not always motivated by conscious processes. We are all, to varying degrees, the inheritors of unconscious bias handed down to us by familial, political, cultural and religious traditions that are supposed to make us free and responsible persons ~ until we become aware of the religious and scriptural condoning, normalizing, and perpetuation of slavery.

What we refuse to deal with has a habit of dealing with us. No matter what you think or how you feel about it; whether you accept it or deny it; racial issues certainly do not dwell solely in the past. Have you not noticed? Attempts to close our eyes, cover our ears, and hope it goes away will inevitably fail us, and cause us great harm.

Like it or not, what is rooted in sacred scripture and tradition influences our beliefs and actions. In this pandemic and epidemic year of 2020, denial is no longer a viable alternative. Let us look now at slavery and some related issues that are alive and at work in America today:


“When you buy a male Hebrew slave, he shall serve six years, but in the seventh year he shall go out a free person, without debt.”
Exodus 21:2

This matter-of-fact passage shows us that slavery is canonized in Holy Scriptures. Many of us today seem to matter-of-factly accept that slavery happened, with many more contending that it was long ago and we should simply get over it.
However you may choose to define the word “sin” ~ there are sins of commission and of omissions. Sins of commission are sins that you commit. Sins of omission are those that you omit. Together they form the sins of what you do and those of what you fail to do; of what you say and of what you leave unsaid.
Let us get this straight right out of the gate: the church of the past need not have held slaves to have been complicit in or tolerant of slavery. Countless pastors and priests offered communion (eucharist) to slave owners while proclaiming and praying together that we are “one in Christ.” Slave owners were also property owners, employers, officials, “upstanding” citizens, and large contributors to church coffers. Mess with the church slave owners and you mess with the church bank account. The same could have been said in the late 20th Century when church portfolios held investments in gold and diamond mines in apartheid South Africa. Fortunately, and with much work, a movement of divestment of such holding helped to bring an end to apartheid.
Silence can be a powerful weapon. The church’s past participation in slavery, and its tolerance, to this day, of what is called “the most segregated hour in America” (11:00am on Sunday morning while people are in their respective black, white, brown, red or yellow churches ~ speaks volumes of its tolerance of racism in society. In their respective, color-coded churches ~ communion is celebrated proclaiming still that we are one in Christ Jesus.


“But let justice roll down like
and righteousness like an
ever-flowing stream.”
Amos 5:24

“Justice” is the establishment of what is right through legal and fair procedures (confer: Deuteronomy 25:1) in accordance with what we believe to be the will of God. Although it may have been legal ~ what is so just and fair about the fact that, during the westward expansion of the country, a person could move to the frontier; clear and settle the land; and then the land belonged to them ~ EXCEPT ~ that the land was taken from native, indigenous persons and that homesteading and land ownership was excluded to both slave and free Negroes? The ones who cleared and farmed the land and build the cities ~ even the White House that was build, in part, by slaves ~ could not own property.
Where is the justice in that? How can we, as a country, still refuse or resist even having a civil conversation about this ~ let alone consider reparations for those deprived of even a tiny taste of the fruit of their own labors?


“So when you are offering your gift at the altar, if you remember that your brother or sister has something against you; leave your gift there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother or sister, and then come and offer your gift.”
Matthew 5: 23-24

Without deciding whether this generation is responsible for the actions of previous generations and the enslavement of black persons in America; without first trying to argue that notion that black descendants of slaves should just get over it ~ we can surely acknowledge, admit, and accept the tremendous suffering that persons of African descent have endured in the past and present in this country.
What matters is simply that the grievance exists, and that it not be allowed to fester, no matter who wronged who. This scripture citation does not seek to determine who is right and who is wrong. It seeks reconciliation. It expects us to work it out among ourselves. To be the church of Jesus the Christ, we are called to leave our gifts at the altar and be reconciled. Then the gifts can be gratefully received. The large gifts of the slaveowners who marvel at their own generosity to the church while perpetuating a system of oppression is an empty gift, tainted by inequity and injustice. The goal and the gift is reconciliation.


“They have treated the wounds of
My people carelessly
saying, ‘peace, peace,’
when there is no peace.
They acted shamefully, they
Committed abomination;
Yet they were not ashamed,
They did not know how to blush.”
Jeremiah 6: 14-15
Someone stole Mary’s car out of his driveway one night. The police caught the thief, arrested him, jailed him, and the judge sentenced him. As a condition of a reduced sentence, the judge ordered the thief to go to Mary’s house and admit to the crime, apologize, and ask for forgiveness. The thief did just that. He rang the doorbell, made a tearful and sincere confession, and begged for forgiveness. Mary looked at him and said, “I can tell you are sincerely sorry. But where is my car?”
Repentance AND some sort of restitution could confirm the sincerity and truthfulness of any petition for forgiveness. Restitution is an essential part of penitence. Reparation may be an essential part of healing. It may prove to be a bona fide way forward for our country.
Many, if not all institutions in our society are on solid ground if they endeavor to atone for past injustices through a sincere commitment to the cause of the restoration of human and civil rights for excluded, disempowered, disadvantaged, and discriminated against descendants of slavery in America.


“A rich person does wrong and even adds insults,
A poor person suffers wrong and must add apology.”
Sirach 13:1
A notable bearer of sincere apology was once offered by a religious leader and the institution he represents when Pope John Paul II paid a visit to the slave castle on the island of Goree, Senegal in 1992. The Pope prayed for God’s forgiveness, and he prayed that the scourge of slavery be forever banished from the earth.
A prayer asking for forgiveness for the church is appropriate since the Cristian church remained in covenant with slave owners and segregationists and the church made little or no effort to stop the gross injustices, indignities and inhumanity bestowed upon slaves. When wrongs, insults, and lies are replaced by sincere apologies, restitutions and reparations ~ then America will finally find itself on the road to healing, after decade upon decade of denial and dead end journeys.


“Alas, we are paying the penalty for what we did to our brother. We saw his anguish when he pleaded with us, but we would not listen. That is why this anguish has come upon us.”
Genesis 42:21
Joseph’s brothers envied and resented him because he was their father’s favorite. They led him out into the desert where they intended to kill him. They tossed him into a pit and then, indifferent to his pleas, they actually had lunch at the top of the pit as their brother screamed from within it.
A group of Egyptians came by and offered the brothers some money for their brother, which they gladly took. Joseph thus was sold into slavery by his own brothers.
Joseph led a miserable life in Egypt for a while until, through strange and interesting circumstances ~ Joseph was recognized as a useful person with rare talents, and eventually rose through the ranks of countless people to become the number two person in all of Egypt, second only to the Pharaoh.
Years later, during a time of famine, the brothers ventured to Egypt to purchase grain to take back home to fend off starvation. Through a twist of fate, Joseph located his brothers and had them thrown in jail. He wanted them to know what it felt like to be an imprisoned slave, rotting in a cell. Finally, Joseph had his opportunity for revenge against the cruel injustice of having been sold into slavery.
Joseph slipped silently into the prison and drew near his brother’s cell. He overheard their confession that they were paying the penalty for what they had done to him so many years ago. They knew they had witnessed his anguish when he pleaded with them, but they would not listen.
Upon hearing their confession, Joseph wept and forgave them. More than revenge, apparently, Joseph was seeking empathy for the degradation of slavery inflicted upon him by the actions of his brothers. The brothers had refused to listen to Joseph’s pain, or to see suffering from his perspective.


It would not be fair, and I would be remiss, if I were to say that nothing has been done in the past on behalf of the descendants of slaves. The Congregational ancestors of the United Church of Christ, in which I am ordained, paid heavy fines and went to jail for their participation in the Underground Railroad. They funded a Chair at the Evangelical Seminary in Puerto Rico. They formed the Amistad Committee to provide for the legal defense of the Amistad slave ship revolt. They helped create the American Missionary Association, the first anti-slavery mission on American soil. They helped found seven historically black colleges and over five hundred schools.
However, despite the good work of many persons with a variety of skin colors ~ our country’s unwillingness or inability to come to terms with slavery has hurt ~ not only black-skinned persons who are the descendants of salves ~ but all Americans.
The refusal to admit, accept, apologize, and atone has resulted in our inability to feel or express shame, empathy, lament, or grief that could aid us in finally setting the past behind us. A straight line could be drawn between the inability to come to terms with slavery and with what is happening, once again, in America today. We, as a country, have not allowed ourselves to grieve the painful parts of our past; and so we are not capable of letting go of them; and that dooms us to repeat them in the future. The saddest and most infuriating part of this is that it is all optional.
With faith in the God of our understanding and with a Holy Spirit as our guide; with empathy and justice as our weapons; we need not be afraid to scratch the surface of issues of race for fear of what we might find. It is a troubling reality that the things we are indignant toward or afraid to face will not disappear. They will continue to find a way to haunt us.
We are currently too much of what we are becoming to return to what we have been. The time is now for us to address these issues ~ not in pits-and-pieces-here-and-there; but as a comprehensive, national endeavor.
There is much good news in this painful story… if we take heed and act now. If we endeavor to undertake some or all of what has been herein penned; and if other minds, hearts and souls expand upon it ~ I do believe, with God as my witness ~ that we will be far better able to place our hands over our hearts and say aloud and together, “One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for ALL!”

REMBRANDT PAINTED 63 SELF-PORTRAITS, searching for the spiritual within the physical; believing that he had to enter into his own dark cellars and light rooms, if he wanted to penetrate the mystery of interiority; realizing that what is most personal is most universal. (inspired by Henri Nouwen). How is it possible to know someone else if you do not know yourself? If you don’t know who you really are, how can you possibly seek a partner? Reaching out to others who are suffering is a wonderful motivation; but reaching in to know your own suffering will better assure your effectiveness.rembrandt 2 young


SO HELP ME GOD ~ I WOULD SAY THIS NO MATTER WHO WAS THE CURRENT OCCUPANT OF THE WHITE HOUSE OR THEIR PARTY AFFILIATION: To say that you support peaceful protesters and then have peaceful protesters teargassed to clear the way for you to walk to a church, and use the church and the Judeo-Christian holy scripture known as the Bible as props in a photo-op is deeply offensive. The Bishop of that historic church ~ that was firebombed recently, just as many churches and other houses of faith are firebombed throughout American history for coddling “sinners” and seekers after justice ~ immediately declared her outrage. If Trump were to open that Bible he would find many stories of slavery “Let my people go!”; oppression, injustice, protest as well as pleas for peace. He would see the dire results of tolerating or inflaming nation divided against nation. Within that Bible ~ if he were to have at least opened it and perhaps offered a passage from it ~ he might have read, “a nation divided against itself cannot stand.” That is why slaves were savagely beaten if caught with the Bible. It inspired hope, modeled resistance to systemic injustice, and promised change based upon changed hearts and minds. This photo-op is deeply shameful behavior and it is with a heavy heart that I feel no alternative but to write this. As always, I pray for you to have peace, healing and health. And today I add a prayer that God may have mercy on us. Rev. Dwight Lee WolterTrump at Church