The past few days I’ve been playing a song called “Baba Yetu” on repeat whenever I’ve been driving. It’s a stunning chorale rendition of the Lord’s Prayer, sung in Swahili and developed using African intonation and rhythm.
Last week I had the pleasure to read a novel written by an internet acquaintance of mine, Jean Lee. It turns out she’s a pretty darn good fiction writer!
Watching the lame duck antics of Republicans in Wisconsin is stuff from which banana republics are created.
When I was called to the pastorate I felt I was prepared for a number of tasks and roles a pastor was expected to fill. What I was not prepared for was the deep sense of loss pastors inevitably feel.