Why Woodstock Churchlady? Or yet another religion/spirituality blog?

Why not?

Or to offer the observations and comments of a (formerly Unitarian) Episcopal Boomer churchlady on church, faith, belief, doubt, whatever (but forget about theology) in the hope of giving the reader things to think about and relief that he or she isn’t “the only person in the world who ever felt that way.”  (Not to mention to help myself figure out things - at least a few.)

And to give readers a chance to share their own ideas and feelings.  (If you want to comment, click “No comment.”  Seriously.)

(This is really a mission statement, but I didn’t want to sound too serious right away.)

About Me

I was born when Truman was President, raised a Presbyterian (Sunday School, church camp, Youth Fellowship, church-related college).  I tried to Episcopal Church in my twenties, then became a Unitarian.

In my forties, I wandered into the Episcopal church down the street, since the Unitarian Church was an hour away.  They had the most delicious doughnuts at Coffee Hour!  It was a short journey from attendee to the Hospitality Committee to the Newsletter to the Vestry.  But on the whole, it’s a long, strange trip, and there are a lot of times when I can barely see.  But there are those precious times when “the light’s all shining on me.”