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As is always the case when I read something you write, I was moved and sent to a place to be silent and reflect on your words.
Thanks for this one Cam….truly hit home.
Marvelous. Inspiring. Necessary.
Thanks Cam! I needed some perspective enhancement today and you’ve come through.
Much needed and meaning much, I will hold on to this for a while, a good long while.
Hi Cam – I greatly appreciate and find comfort with this writing.
Thank you brother for explaining both why I stayed away from my “church” so many times in my life, and yet why I never have stopped searching for it. Today you are preaching to my community, and it is not a community of one alone.
Poetry “Cairn, Poems & Essays” published by Unsolicited Press (Portland, Or), was published in July 2020, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize that same year. In addition to Cairn, I have had a handful of poems published in anthologies or individually. You will find links to other poems elsewhere on the website and stay tuned for future announcements.
Fiction “The Steam Room Diaries,” published by DAOwen (CA) in 2015, and “Thoughtwall Café, Espresso in the Third Season of Life,” published by Unsolicited Press (OR), are very different stories but both written in that unique genre, god noir. Like this website, these novels take the view that the spiritual is best pointed to through art and imagination, and the sacred something potentially encountered in the everyday and routine.
Columnist “Denim Spirit” is a weekly column published in The Finger Lakes Times (NY, circ. 28,800). It often seeks to distill a Sunday sermon into five hundred words without any god-talk or church jargon. Sometimes it succeeds.
I have served congregations in university settings, urban neighborhoods, a suburb, and two in small towns surrounded by agricultural economies. They have ranged in number from forty-five members to over six-hundred households, and were housed in huge historic and architecturally significant campuses, as well as small wooden and brick buildings. In short, from Boston to Indiana, Ohio to New York and Vermont, I have had the privilege to love and be loved by beautiful people. Also, for more than a decade I had the privilege to witness the incarnation of deeply powerful community as it was built and nurtured in the Bajo Lempa, Usuluton El Salvador. As if that were not feast enough for anyone, I also had the privilege of teaching world religion for five years at a Jesuit college.