I was little.  Maybe I was 6.  I sat with my mother in the pew at Church of the Good Shepherd.  My mother held my hand and we went...

By the waters The waters of Babylon We lay down and wept And wept for, thee Zion We remember, thee remember Thee remember, thee Zion ...

On the blog experimentaltheology Richard Beck posted a reflection called The Bait and Switch of Contemporary Christianity, wherein he wrote:...