The one on the right said “You are not the boss of me.” To her parents. To her teachers. She has to experience something to make a decision. She doesn’t read directions. She has a smart mouth. https://goo.gl/images/xdKzgG
I thought of her yesterday when I received instruction on how to pray: “Please be inclusive of other faith traditions when you give the invocation.”
I will celebrate 36 years of ordination around the same time I complete the DMin program. The only instruction I can recall on “how to pray” is “Pray then in this way: Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. (Matthew 6.9, NRSV)”
That instructor has authority with me. He is the boss of me. I will heed his counsel. As for the rest, I’ll invoke the spirit of the one on the right.
This is a picture of me getting out of my car, taking up the microphone and criticizing the drivers in front of me. I called people out by name and publicly shamed them for failure to maintain speed, looking at their phones instead of the light when it turns green, and not having a sense of direction on where they were going. I made grown men cry.
