Only a while Longer

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Just a few more weeks and I will be placed.  We are pretty sure that there will not be such a shortage this year as there was last year.  But, what do we know?

I am not sure where we will be, nor do I really care.  I think I am jaded.  I am weary of the profiling for the perfect fit.  I am weary of the jockeying.  I am weary of this path at the moment.  I am ready to serve in the way I have been trained.


Talking my My Child

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I have started talking to my child.  I will start telling her the story collected in Matthew.  Not for any particular reason, but simply because that story is in my mind at the moment.  I will do all I can from now to then to tell her the story as many times I might.


A Tuesday Morning

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I kept remembering last night the opening to Kleinig’s fabulous book Grace upon Grace.  It is the opening which tells us about how his father took him from the pew and held him at the rail, against his bosom, as they together celebrated the sacrament as they could.  And then, returning to their pew, folded hands in the same way and prayed together.  Formation it might be called.  Praxis by others.  Fatherhood by still others.  Love, care, heritage, yes all these things.

I will be called in less than 30 days to be the father of a flock of sheep.  I will be called by the church to be faithful to her Lord against all other Lords and Kings should they wish to intrude.  That sort of call and faithfulness is a bit unnerving.  Scary in the most bone-shattering and earth-moving way.  When I reflect on this I understand why Jeremiah was a weepy prophet. Jeremiah could not escape God and God’s desire to have His way with Jeremiah for his people.  In the same this is our Lord’s prayer in the Garden.  When the Will of God is faithfulness to Him and the burden of sin, death, and fear is great we might be led to weep tears of blood.

Here I am on a Tuesday morning considering this task which I will be given.  Who would want this task?  Fools.

Sweet Breeze

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Cake.  Thick Strawberry cake.  It hit me in the nose this morning when I walked out of my home.  Lovely, I thought.  The air is so thick this morning that the sweet smells of the flowering trees combined into a strawberry cake-like cloud.  I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breathe.  I have been waiting for this.  I have been waiting for the air to get thick with smell again.  I know that in a few weeks I might be cursing the same thing I am now praising, but this morning it is great.


The Early Church and Her Witness

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I recently read an interesting little book concerned with documenting the social context surrounding the Rise of Christianity by Rodney Stark.

I am usually not fond of such books–that is not fond enough to even read them.  But, being forced to by the Reverend Doctor Eric Herrmann was a good enough reason for me to do so.  While filled at times with the babble of nothingness that comes from a secular view of the Church and Her mission, Stark honestly does try to get at just some key reasons why Christianity leaped and bounded toward its rather large grouping of people.

Now his insights are not theological at all.  He notes specific large scale matters which Christians in the early church did in-fact respond to in a more helpful way than any other group.  He specifically cites the various outbreaks of “plague” that occurred early in the church’s history.  Christians just cared for the sick and dying while pagans fled and even aided in killing the sick by casting them into streets and culverts.  Interesting I think.