Since May of 2007 winters are hard hard hard! I now understand and remember all the elderly I have visited over the years when they would tell me how hard the cold was for them. I always wondered why an extra bit of effort couldn't be called on to get to church on time. While I would sympathize with the folk who would tell me that mornings were not age-friendly - underneath my understanding smile one could find a pre-judgment, one of "if you really want something bad enough - you make it happen" judgments.
Well, last sunday I really wanted to be there and proclaim the Gospel - to me one of the most important jobs a deacon enjoys! The drama of the GOSPEL ! And it is drama, too, believe it - how else could it have lived all these years were it not for the drama of it all?!
I really wanted to be there, but my legs were like peg legs, I was crippled with pain and I wondered whose legs they were - they weren't mine, they weren't paying attention to my direction to move and move now! And so, they won, and I read the readings from my mom's chair. I need a church community, I need to be among people who know what it is like to feel bad, and they have risen above the "badness" of their lives and made it to church. It's all good, and deep down inside spiritual seekers know that truth. So, there's next Sunday...
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