I joined the ranks of the worn out Christians as one of my clerical friends described me. I'm a drop out. But dammit, the Church matters to me. We need a place in which to share the quest, to ask the questions, to feel at home. And it has to be more than intellectual.
Love is emotional.
People have always been swayed more by their emotions than by their reason. Even with such leadership, people remain easy prey for the demagogues when the going gets rough and sacrifice becomes part of the package. Enter your favorite villain. Well, maybe baby sitting and barbecues are the answer, but Lord God, I hope we can do better than that. I am not ashamed of my orthodox past.