It’s a gorgeous day. I’m stuck in the office, waiting for inks to be delivered. We have no school today – part of a “Late Spring Mini-Break” (which included last Friday) and I need to get the yearbook out to the binder. But without the inks, I’m very, very dead in the water.
At Meeting yesterday, I found myself getting very upset with several “God is Love” messages. I know I’m stressed, and I know I’m cranky (just ask Kathy!) but I grow increasingly frustrated by what feels to me like the rather limited view of Quaker Meeting. Seems to me that God is cancer and genocide and incest as surely as God is love and beauty and kindness. Seems to me that until I can drop all notions of Good and Evil, I’ll never know God.