- as a portmanteau of my name “harold” and occupation “heresies”
- as “harold sees” (and occasionally perceives).
- as an artful journey of faith
The blog came about because I wanted to have a place where I could be publicly honest. Honesty is risky because it often means tipping sacred cows, and being labelled deviant. I hope that my deviance is in the spirit of my spiritual antecedents, like John Calvin. Off with the head of tradition, and Michael Servitus.
Where i’m coming from:
- usually, the kitchen
- often, from the joy of artistic community committed to open, honest, and thoughtful expression
- always, from the redemptive water-stream of my Biblical, Reformed roots
- You and I are pretty good at being bad.
- God is good, all the time
- zoom in and out, and it appears that we’re both wrong and both right.
- I’m not smart enough to have all the answers.
- I’m smart enough not to have all the answers.
- my neighbour as myself (on good days)
- listen to [God’s Word], wherever and however it is spoken
- seek self awareness as a means to empower your loving of others
You are a heretic. Heretics in one camp are usually heroes in another. Church history often rationalized violence. Burning a fellow human, though (even if his name is Servitus) makes you a murderer. I’d rather be a heretic. The fight for truth requires us to stop fighting each other.
I have no heroic ambitions.
I only seek to place before you what my heart places before me.
Maybe we can grow together.
My first sin is pride. I am a proud person, but if I admit I’m a heretic, humility may find me.
[just] To clarify, as the author of “it” which is being placed “out there” I’m not labelling myself as “just” in the legal sense.