One morning, with the requisite fog covering Berkeley, I turned to Last Night’s Fun, about Irish traditional music, for some solace and inspiration. I had a lot to do: e-mails to send, books to pack up in one office and take to another, reservations to make, recruitment kits to create, and a metric ton of introspection to accompany it all.
Once again I am plagued by missing the mark. We have a long and uncomfortable relationship.
Paul said "the foolishness of the cross," not "the stable middle class lifestyle," if you want my opinion on seminary education, the changing economy, and baptismal identity in general. We bear a responsibility to care for one another as Christians (and beyond) that we have abdicated to the persnickety "marketplace." It's time to talk about holy poverty again.
No, history does not repeat itself. Yes, history is a human construct. Now, if you will all just work with me, take a gander at this longish quotation from the Introduction to The Meaning of Prayer (1916) by Harry Emerson Fosdick (pictured here...note the killer vestments). The Introduction was written by John R.
Sometimes I'm a little slow. It's true. I don't always read the Bible as
if it were for me. Lately I most often read scripture in search of a
sermon for the congregation. Now, I realize that most of these sermons
are also for me, but, yeah. I forget just to read for God's
leading for my own life, for a deeper understanding of my own place with
the People of God. It's a slippery slope.
week's sermon is a reflection on the recent events in Egypt. I am
struck by the witness to peace and interfaith respect that exists in the
midst of great violence. I am convicted of my own cowardice and
My friend, Larry Kamphausen, posted an interesting essay on his blog recently. You can read it here. He's struggling publicly with what it means to be stuck, caught between two (or more) ecclesial realities. He says: