This is also my first easter being…religionless? i have no idea what to call myself. But it has passed with little religious significance. I remember a year or two back realizing that it didn’t mean much then either or that I didn’t “feel” the significance of it. the beginning of the end.

There is one morsel that perhaps I can take from it…be it what it is. My pastor from New York wrote on twitter on Saturday that he was an atheist. Of course, i was interested to know what he meant. His response: “on Saturday in the passion story, God is dead. Atheism is a part of Christianity, and we have run from it for 2000 years.”

I don’t think that I am an atheist. I don’t think I could survive that. But I do wonder if sometimes we don’t allow a place for doubt and disbelief in our lives and in the church. And in cutting it off, we marginalize parts of ourself and parts of the fold. Is there still a place for me somewhere? Is this my Saturday period? Or am I and will I always be Saturday.