The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
FREE THE PULPIT, FREE THE PEW
From my early 20s on.
He wouldn't leave me alone.
What does he want with me? I'd ask Karen.
The telephone would ring again. “Jim,” he’d say,
He took our entire community into the mountains to Holden Village.
He didn't write sermons.
He talked about roots of words--especially Germanic words.
He got Ethel hired at the Alternative School with me.
He got himself on the schedule. Taught with no pay.
When we went to live with priests and nuns, Harald came too.
He became part of Vatican II.
He got himself on the teaching schedule.
He taught one student, one class. Me.
He took the alternative kids to Holden Village.
He wrote poems all his life.
His daughter, the poet Karen Mason, put them together. They're here.
He loved to out-agnostic me.
He used my home-made wine in the Eucharist.
He never cracked a smile.
He was working on this book, Beyond Sanity.
Mark it up, Jim. Mark it up.
He wanted to get beyond reason.
He baptized our daughters.
Harvey Blomberg became part of his pastoral team.
We saw it work. We saw them make it work.
That's how we knew it could work. Community.
In his 90s he handed me the Bonhoeffer biography.
Mark it up, Jim. Mark it up. Really mark it up.
Four decades of marking it up.
Hounded the whole time. Hounded.
Harald S. Sigmar, who received