First things first: read this. Then read what I have to say about an artist’s prayer.
Category Archives: Theological reflection
The irony of starting over with this post after a storm interrupted me! But sometimes starting over seems to plague me. I try to get more steps in, but before I approach better shape it seems like I have to start over. Not a few times. All the time. I try to be better in my vocations and it’s the same way. Every school year. Every Lent or Advent. Et cetera.
Honestly, I can get pretty down because of it.
When I think of extended family roots, I imagine homesteads I’ve never actually been to: farms my dad worked on as a lad and fields of dairy cattle. Likewise rural areas for my mother. Sometimes I think of cemeteries we’ve visited in an attempt to honor those before us, even as we’re starting to forget all the plots we ought to visit. My grandparents, sometimes great grandparents first moved away from the homesteads. Then my parents moved for work. I went off for college. But while I’ve gone through my share of seemingly rootless stages, I’ve rediscovered a family birthplace and it’s one worth pointing out to our children.
There is just nothing like Maundy Thursday service. Our congregation begins with corporate confession and individual absolution, and it is absolutely a gift from God in every way. And, there is nothing like the Chief Service on Good Friday! Nothing at all. <blissful sigh> Today, I’ll share with you another Samson reference, keeping things Christocentric, humbling, and marveling.
Ok, writers. To be in tip top shape, it’s good to use your brain. 🙂 There. Now the post pertains to a main purpose of this blog. Really, though, I want to tell you a riddle!!
We had a lovely Palm Sunday service. The children sang. Palms were waved. The Supper was served. But again it strikes me: the ironies of Holy Week.
Once upon a time, there were sitcoms: situational comedies. That was back before everything was offensive. You know, a few YEARS ago! Anyway, sitcoms could deal with awkward uncles.
Imagine you’re a college student in a religion class. The teacher assigns you to talk to people in the street and really try to “git out there” and “dig deep!” They bus you into a downtownish area of a city, drop you off, and there you are. Feeling like a grumpy child yet?