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Sinning Saints Once More

When I was in seminary my spiritual director advised me to notice, as had he, that there are two kinds of: Clergy Those who understand their calling as to coldly forgive and heatedly challenge all bedeviled sinners And those who feel called to mentor gods and goddesses and all transgender images in-between to warmly engage and repeatedly comfort all divinely endowed panentheistic Holy Spirited saints. Lay Leaders Those who live for a vacation from telling Others why they must not do whatever trauma-afflicted compulsion we might feel addictively drawn toward And those whose felt sacred vocation is to communicate compassionately with Others to therapeutically understand what we would most love to be and become co-invested in ego-health and ecosystemic-wealth re-associatively together Unconditionally regarding both categories of Clergy and Ego/EcoTherapeutic Lay Leaders and All PolyCultural EarthTribal Creatures, verbally dominant and nonverbally co-passionately prominent Comforting the nonverbally afflicted more than verbally afflicting the too win/lose oppressed survivalist StraightWhiteCorporateMale Business As Usual RightWing Evangelical anti-ecofeminist gospel truth is Holy Spirit anathema comfortable with cognitive/affective chronic bicameral dissonance About having been raised in a seminary with two kinds of Clergy.

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