6. I Mix Politics and Religion when I Preach
They say don’t do it, but I do. I don’t see how you can’t. I can’t not. Even after I stopped working full-time and became a teacher, when I preached as a supply priest, I kept doing it. One man and his wife walked out on my sermon when I suggested Donald Trump must not breath the same air as the rest of us and be interconnected to us as the passage in Galatians suggested. Otherwise, I says, Trump would have signed the Paris Climate Change accord.
Another time, I preached at a Unitarian Church-not sure I was allowed to, but did it anyway (see reason #7). I’m glad I did that. They dropped a generous honorarium check in my hand and then gave me money for my pizza and chocolate fund in my classroom. I had rewritten Neil Young’s lyrics for Alabama and changed it to address Arizona’s lack of commitment to education. My wife sand the song and I played the guitar-poorly. I criticized the state for not giving a fried fuck about brown kids on the border (See reason #8). BTW, I didn’t say it that way from the Unitarian Universalist pulpit. Maybe I should have.