Unchurched

Unchurched—I love this word! It makes me feel like a vacant lot, a sanctuary for knotweed & loosestrife.

We unchurched are like salamanders: slippery, amphibious, choosing to dwell where you only go for baptism.

I called an owl & she answered. It was Greek to me, but she flew right in & clacked her bill threateningly.