I attended worship this past Sunday at a racially diverse DC church with
a rich history of civil rights activism. Two days before Barack Obama's
inauguration, I wasn't surprised to find the service dominated by joyful anticipation.
When it comes to fierce theological debate—excommunicating,
eternity-in-the-balance doctrinal warfare—neither the ecumenical
councils nor those unpleasant doings in Geneva have anything on my local
So I'm headed to DC this weekend, where I used to live and my fiancee
still does. We're excited to be in town for the inauguration—which isn't
to say that we managed to score swearing-in tickets from one of our
members of Congress.
The prevailing topic of conversation at my mother's retirement home is
the food: the menu, the cooks and—not least—the order in which people
are served. While I tire of of hearing about the daily drama, I know
that what is true at "the home" is true for many of the rest of us.