This is a letter I wrote to the congregation after my return from a trip to South Africa where I helped lead a retreat on being peacemakers in a world of fear. I missed a lot while I was away through nearly all of June. I missed two Sundays - where I heard you even sang together as part of the sermon. I missed planning meetings - and nearly missed the Luau! One other thing I missed was a Vigil last Saturday that took place across the country and throughout our region by churches of every conceivable denomination. The vigil was a Christian response to the separation of children from their parents seeking asylum at the southern border. I felt bad missing the Vigil, especially since I had gotten home from South Africa the night before. Jet lag and the time difference kept me out of things, however, and I slept while others prayed. Since St. James’ was only modestly represented at these vigils (we DID have a few members of the parish take part, and for ...
Life is big and wonderful and dangerous and scary. Sometimes the only way you can make sense of it is by working it out. This is my way to do that. Feel free to ponder with me what God's got going on. If you choose to comment, remember to play nice.