Had an appointment scheduled with the new rector of the church I used to serve here to look at my vestments, which may have been accidentally mixed with some of the church's stuff, but his son (one of them) has to go to the cardiologist. He has had the flu this week, and he has a really serious heart problem. If you're medically curious, it's called hypoplastic left heart syndrome, and most people who have it don't live very long, but Andrew had history-making surgery when he was a baby, and his right heart does all the work of his whole heart now. He's fragile, of course, but he looks perfectly healthy and seems to be a great kid.
I miss parish ministry so much. I miss celebrating the Eucharist. I miss preaching. I miss teaching. I miss pastoral care. I miss the people. Even the administrative day-to-day stuff and meetings and conflicts! In some ways, I feel like I've lost my rudder for living, but I haven't really. My real rudder has a whole lot less to do with churchy stuff than it does about God's continuing call and presence in my life--I just have to look a little more deeply at circumstances, that's all.
There's an old truism: "If God seems far away, it's not God who has moved." It's true, however we think of the Sacred, personally or philosophically. The source of life, of divinity, of creation, is all around us in the individual creations that fill our world--and for me, especially in my fellow creatures, from those people I love the most in this life to my hamster, Doodlebug (and of course the dogs). We just need to open our senses (and our intuitions) to the Spirit's presence in the dailyness (not a real word) of our lives.
Just a thought. Have to go downstairs and take insulin and eat lunch. See you later!
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