Bump’s under the weather.
People tend to connect with us in ways which ignore aspect of our makeup they don’t particuarly like. Why do we allow ourselves to be limited in this way? Why do we limit others this way?
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.
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.
It’s just about the beginning of Advent, which triggers my annual month of grouchiness and grumbling. So if you wish me well, my response will be a genuine, “THANK YOU.”