Musings on Faith, Culture and ADHD
Note: I wrote this earlier this year about relationships. One thing I'd like to add: tell people that you care for them or that you are their friend. For someone like me with autism it can make all the difference in the world. When I was in high school, I ran track. I didn't run... Continue Reading →
When I was in high school, I ran track. I didn't run well, but I did run track. Practice would take place after school. I remember heading into the locker room to change, and passing by this front room set aside for physical therapy. Every time I passed by there were people my age chatting... Continue Reading →
After 44 years on this planet, I've come to a startling conclusion: I really suck at making friends. It's not that I don't have friends. It's just that I haven't been good at making close friendships. You have to understand something when it comes to people with Aspergers- since we miss social cues we basically... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, I went to the wedding of two dear friends. They've been together for 30 years, but with the advent of same sex marriage in Minnesota, they decided to have a public wedding. Talk about a long engagement. One of the passages used during the service was the first chapter of the... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I was invited by a Lutheran friend of mine to take part in a group of church planters. I knew these folk came from an evangelical background and my "shields" went up. Would these people accept me? Did I have to go into the closet here? After a while, the woman... Continue Reading →
My thoughts these days are drifting towards relationships, or the lack thereof in churches. I've been thinking about this in light of a recent blog post on CivilPolitics.org on the dearth of cross-party friendships. The post linked to a longer article in the Chronicle of Higher Education on the issue. The author, Neil Gross notes... Continue Reading →
Back in May of 2012 , I shared a story of what happened at a Baptist church I attended in Washington, DC in the early 90s. It was a story of how people who disagreed with each other on the issue of homosexuality were able to still be friends and support each other. Around that... Continue Reading →
Recently, I wrote a post on how difficult friendships can be for me. I don't know if I explained it very well, but here's a taste: It’s not that I don’t want friends; the fact is I really desire friendships and there have been people that I really want to be good friends with. But... Continue Reading →
If there is one thing that has confounded me in my 43 years on this planet, it would have to be relationships. I've learned that when you are someone on the autistic spectrum, you encounter the enigma of relationships. It's not that I don't want relationships. It's just that I don't really know what... Continue Reading →
The Clockwork Pastor 