Kathy comes home tomorrow. It’s been a long month. And yet. Something in me is trying to do all the things I think I can’t/won’t do when she gets home, including staying up too late one last night.
even though it’s just past midnight, how ’bout I do a Ten for Tuesday, jump start my writing, which has been building up in me during this month.
1. I am simultaneously excited and disillusioned about my profession and indeed the church itself.
2. Jesus still strikes me as a good guy, a strong leader who teaches us things we need to know. But.
3. His message has been so lost amongst power struggles and anxiety and pedophilia scandals.
4. I sometimes wish I could find another way to make money/pay my mortgage, but then I come back to a central truth: I love preaching. I went to seminary because I fell in love with the bible, and that love affair is still ongoing.
5. Though lately I haven’t been as faithful as I could be. My prayer life isn’t what it could be, Benedictine Mornings notwithstanding.
6. Tonight I canceled small group – rain+low attendance=want to stay home.
7. After a brief time on the couch with facebook, I went into the kitchen, cooked 3 lbs of beef that had been in a freezer at church that died (which I then refroze), baked a couple rounds of bacon that also had thawed (then friends convinced me I could re-freeze the rest), and made a cannellini-kale soup.
8. And did the dishes.
9. Then I took out the recycling.
11. When I was working in Detroit, at Gale, and living in Ypsilanti, with Jim & Matt (friends from high school), the CBC’s The Arts Tonight was a regular part of my drive home. That’s when I fell in love with Shelagh Rogers, her voice, her attitude, was such a shaping influence on my young-adult life.