MORGAN'S MOMENT
“What did you think
    about God at 2000?”
After two days and seven lectures
    and dinner with the speakers
    I should have an answer.
Well,” (I was stalling) “God’s still popular.
The place was sold out
    overflow rooms overflowed
    downlinks linked world wide
    and cable TV’d around the country.
But God’s not the same as yesterday.
Actually, God is however God has been…
   only some understandings have changed.
   “From age to age the same…
    only if you haven’t been keeping up.
The metaphors for God have changed.
Forget the idea of a human-like God
    stop calling God “He”…
    abandon hope in a God that intervenes
    forget thinking God likes Christians best. 
No, you can’t call God “She” either.
God as Goddess or female
    is (as one speaker said)
    the back side of the heresy
    of a masculine God. 
No, it hasn’t become easier to be atheist.
That takes more faith and knowledge
    than it takes to believe
    that life is infused with spirit
    and depth of which we are a part.
Yes, it’s OK to pray whether you believe 
    or not.
- Art Morgan 
MOMENT MINISTRIES   Feb. 22, 2000
25921 SW Airport Ave.   Corvallis, OR 97333   541-753-3942
email at  a-morgan@peak.org

EVENT ALERT!
The February Thursday Night Moment is February 24. (Same time, same place, - gather at 6, eat at 6:30). Maybe some follow-up on ideas of God at 2000.

PASTORAL CALLING
We expect to spend about 4000 miles checking in on a few folks in our neighborhood (Nevada, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and California) Among those known to some of our readers might be Lou Frick, George and Alice Mitchell, Jerry and Lynda Burd (whose new winery in New Mexico needs our blessing), Ross and Shirley Warren in Desert Hot Springs. We’ll see how it goes and report back in the next blue sheet and our March Moment (March 30).

 
CORA CARPENTER ( FOUNDING DIRECTOR )
MEMORIAL HELD
When Moment Ministries signed corporation papers in 1978, under the suspended mattress in “Mother’s Mattress Factory,”  Cora Carpenter was one of our signers. She was the “designated senior lady” and supporter all these years. Paul sang at services held at First Christian Church, Albany, last week.

When I despair of good in the world
and want a God to rescue us again,
teach and remind my faltering soul
that prayer has its beginning
when I become ready to be part of the answer.

SINCE LAST WE SPOKE
The NW Association for Theological Discussion met to hear some fine papers and do interesting discussion. I presented an abbreviated version of “G. Hayden Stewart: Life and Thought of a Contemporary Mystic.
The God at 2000 conference, held here in Corvallis, was well-attended, with excellent presentations for the most part.  I was present at a dinner with the speakers to hear more personal stories of how they happened to get into “the God business.” Conversations around the edges were most interesting, involving people inside the church and out, the husband of an ex-Nun, clergy and ex-clergy, an ex-Priest, two atheists (one who said, “If I understand what I’m hearing, either those speakers are atheists or I’m not an atheist after all.)”  If God is, and God chuckles, then God probably chuckled last week.
the back page
“WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?”
A long-time friend took me gently aside.
He suggested that perhaps after 22 years of these pages it was time to begin telling folks what I do believe, instead of what I don’t.
Others have not been so gentle with the same suggestion.
I can hear some faint cheers and even some loud “Amen’s!” My ears burn. 
Hopefully no one will think that I haven’t heard some of the objections to my “negative,” “critical,” or “angry” pages. I’ve stirred maybe a half-dozen to ask off the list. Goodness knows I’m not wanting to impose painful thoughts on anyone. 
An interesting fact is that my strongest critics are inside the church, my allies, outside. 
Even during my 25 years inside the church, I had positive response from people who found my back sided approach to matters of belief to be liberating. My lack of “answers” allowed them to seek their own answers. I’ve always thought that a religion that asked questions was better than one that provided answers. One guy told me once, “You make me mad! You make me think!” What more can you ask?
Anyway, I pulled out a stack of my back pages. I have a pile going back to 1978.
I can’t argue with the facts—I’ve said some outlandish and unconventional things. And interesting. I almost didn’t get back to writing this page because I got hooked. I must say—humbly of course—I liked what I wrote. Most of the time. When you write what comes to mind on a Friday morning, you don’t always agree with yourself the next day.
I liked seeing that I didn’t sound “religious” or “preachy.”  It’s hard to get that from a preacher.
It also seemed to me that I dropped lots of clues about what I believed. In fact, I occasionally made some downright blunt declarations. Read my lips!
Another thing that jumped out at me was that I deal with ideas. I think ideas matter. It matters how we think. I play with ideas that make me think. Maybe they stir ideas in others once in a while as well. Maybe my questions cause one to believe their own thoughts more deeply. That’s OK with me. I have no stake in whether people agree with me or not. What I sometimes hear is that my questions help in getting freed from some notion that blocks expansion of mind and spirit.
Does it matter to anyone what I do or don’t believe about God, Jesus, the Bible or other religious matters? Interesting, maybe, but not helpful in achieving your own personal belief.
Borrowing is not the best way to gain ownership.
Over the years I have been in dialogue over numerous questions I have raised, in earlier years via correspondence, in later years by e-mail. Many books have been mentioned as potentially helpful on the journey. 
What has been most interesting and fun for me is to have a running dialogue with people through the years. Most of the books I read have been suggested by blue sheet readers. I have been happy when readers did not tell me what to think, but have helped me to think. A name that comes to mind at the moment (among many) is Grace Ford, who died recently in Spokane. She was my “science advisor,” and led me to books about the cosmos she thought I could understand. She never told me what she believed, but she showed me that she shared the journey of wondering and seeking and trusting in a life system that is so grand that we cannot expect to know or understand its magnificence, much less explain it.
My ancient friend Hayden used to teach that trust is far more important than belief or faith. He said that people who live by trust are in union with one another, while people who insist on faith and belief divide over their differences. If people are put off by what I don’t say about my beliefs, think what they might feel if I told what I do believe!
 - Art Morgan, February 2000