I write for fun. I have ever since I was ten years old. For years I was in the habit of writing only for a journal, or perhaps occasionally in a blog, but my pursuit of evocative writing for its own sake eventually fell by the wayside.
Then, in October 2011, I began writing stories and poems on a weekly basis for a writing contest. The most intriguing thing I discovered there was the way folks (who aren't me!) talked about God, religion, and living life.
What I encountered in these articulate writers was decidedly not what I heard coming out of the mouths of religious people growing up. I read in these writers a variety of life experiences, descriptions of crashing against, opening up, dismissing, and broadening the prescriptions of what life with God and religion should be.
As a result I've explored, in fiction and poetry, questions like these:
What do you get when you throw God and religion together with someone who doesn't believe in the God or religion they grew up with?
What sort of faith is possible when religion fails?
What sort of God do you get when the images you have don't look a thing like the person you see in the mirror? What do you get when they do?
What sort of faith can you believe in when extraordinarily evil things have happened to you or someone you love?
How do you answer questions of ultimate concern when the answers you've been given in the past don't fit?
What happens to God, religion, and faith when you ask questions that make the most powerful religious leaders squirm?
If a religion's beliefs and dogmas are inadequate or unjust, what might keep a prophetic person rooted in religiosity?