(From November 10-18, 2014, I attended a PCUSA Board of Pensions CREDO Conference. This blog is about that event. MM)
I packed my suitcase for the CREDO Conference and wanted to believe my friends who are CREDO grads who said things like You’re going to love this, and Trust the process. At my home airport, I was relieved that my checked bag weighed less than fifty pounds. It was stuffed with eight t-shirts, one for each day, two pairs of identical jeans, short pants, and sundry necessities. Just because, I packed two sweaters, a toboggan hat with ear flaps, and an eight-foot-long scarf that my wife crocheted for me in a rain forest in Indonesia before we were engaged. Itchy and hot, that striped scarf always reminds me of her. I was sure I wouldn’t need the warm clothes. I was heading for San Antonio, after all. I’ve been in Texas when it was so hot you could grill brisket on a sidewalk in the shade.
I was born and raised in the sight of water in Hampton, Virginia. I was baptized and nurtured in the Presbyterian church. There was never a time when weekly worship attendance, the giving of ...