Oh, Great (pet name for the ultimate), I know my beliefs are preposterous, the metaphors of the profound of other times, misheard, misunderstood, and both ingenuously and disingenuously misquoted. I know they are no less preposterous than any other belief or lack of belief, but they provide me with comfort, and an imperfect but useful compass to help me steer my life. Grant me the grace of doubt, help me to refine my faith, keep me from imposing it upon the world, and, particularly, keep me from the error of using your scripture to justify itself. In (alternate divine incarnation)'s name (optional). Amen
I'm interested in practical solutions for an empire and a world that face declining fossil-fuel wealth. Peace and justice may become more elusive as oil becomes dearer. Stability, and what E. F. Schumacher called "a becoming life," will require an economy that operates on its solar income.
At age sixty, I'm beginning to learn how.