conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

feast of hild of whitby (614-680)

Our work in creation...
I have not lost my way - it is just that so many ways open before me that sometimes I hardly know which way to choose. To decide for one is to decide against another. I never imagined it would be this hard.

Now you know. The higher a person's call and vision, the more choices are given them. This is our work in creation: to decide. And what we decide is woven into the thread of time and being for ever. Choose wisely then, but you must choose.

Merlin Stephen Lawhead

I enjoy readig about the saints in this little Celtic Prayer Book. There is something, I don't know, scruffy about these saints. Not gilt images. No perfect pleats on a toga. Just people...strange and wondrous people. Hild was Abbess of the double monestary at Whitby. Men and women celibates lived next to one another. An uncommon vision to be certain, but she is famed for her leadership of both the men and women.

I have been thinking more about poverty and the end times. I don't know what you all think of that connection. Ref+, are you making that kind of connection in your sermon? I mean, are you living in the poetic imagery or are you finding something "practical?" I am thinking more and more that what Jesus is talking about in Mark's Gospel is ultimately practical. Whenever we, here's the connection with the quotation, respond to God, decide to do what God has asked of us, brought to life our vocation in some way, then we bring to the fore the constant reality of the Apocalypse. Strangely, the Apocalypse is good news. It is the confluence of fantastic visions and actual work. The artist in me groves on this. But I am not yet convinced that I am right...close but not quite.

Speaking of the end of all things, I am getting my hairs cut today.

listening bar
Would I lie to You? - The Eurithmics
Window in the Sky - U2

Posted by tripp at November 17, 2006 06:39 AM