Have you seen pastoral posts guilting people back to in person worship? They may emerge from some of these starting points.
It’s allergy season. In normal times I can just manage to hold a thought for several seconds before it jets off into the abyss. These days I can’t remember I had a thought in the first place, so I’ll just regurgitate some here for you all to see. These are random thoughts.
I’m not ok, and a good number of folks need someone to say that so they know they’re not alone.
I feel “meh” this Christmas. Two years of Covid, no one over, family health issues, ever increasing derranged thinking by folks, and watching injustice “win” in so many ways has taken its toll. I know, in so many ways, I have things really good—close friends, a loving community, Jen is doing OK, and our needs…
One of the things I’ve discovered over the years is the call to pastoring means spending a great deal of time in the maelstrom we call, “grief.”
I may seem odd, but this Target bag has achieved some sentimental value to me.