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Writing Wendl...

I really did want to write a light-hearted tale in case this one turns out to be my last novel (assuming it yet becomes a novel), but it's headed currently toward the shadows. I thought I knew Wendl Von Trier pretty well, having trekked with him through my previous book, The Winged Child .   There, Wendl presents as an elusive solitary, moving above all worldly fray while at the same time nudging events and characters toward a satisfactory conclusion. Sharp and intimidating on the outside and tender and motherly on the inside. A friend to the world, something of a trickster, but in all things working for good outcomes.  That is how I saw Wendl VonTrier. A  púka, mischievous, but essentially harmless, even benevolent, capable of presenting in whatever form or gender the moment required. Wendl seemed the ideal candidate to carry readers off into the literary sunset in good spirits after an exhilarating romp through a fantastical fiction. But all along, it seems, there were depths to

Just my problem...

Dare I say it? I have a problem with displaying national flags in church. I love my country. I vote. I pay taxes, I've served in the military. I think I am a loyal and responsible citizen.

I love God, too. I worship God. I don't worship my country. I cherish its ideal of personal liberty. But this country I live in, like every empire, has also practiced genocide, enslavement, exploitation, oppression, and our national government has more often been guided by greed than by Grace.

I pray every day for Joseph our president, Roy our governor, and Fred our mayor, whether I'm in church or not. My first and abiding allegiance is to Christ.

Over the years, I've worshiped in four traditions, and except for one (Quaker), there has always been a flag in the building. It's just my problem, I know. One wrong note needn't spoil the song.

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    1. Meadow, my response might not hold up in orthodox circles, but in my experience, Christ is whoever and wherever the Love that holds the worlds together is embodied in lives, human and other than human. Right now, for me, Christ is you, calling for my "Yes."


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