Baptized again

I knew saying “yes” would have been the easier tactic.

baptismContinuing on my theological journey:

After I left NYC, and my sister’s sofa, I spent a few months in the fall of 1977 back in New Paltz on yet another davenport. I was making far too little money tutoring political science students, most of whom were having difficulty because 1) they hadn’t read the books, and 2) because they lacked the fundamental understanding of civics.

Around Christmas, I went to visit, and ended up crashing with, Continue reading “Baptized again”