One day Abba Arsenius consulted an old Egyptian monk about his own thoughts. Someone noticed this and said to him, 'Abba Arsenius, how is it that you with such a good Latin and Greek education, ask this peasant about your thoughts?' He replied, 'I have indeed been taught Latin and Greek, but I do not know even the alphabet of this peasant.'
The weekend was a full one. Saturday evening I attended the local Baptist region's "Discipleship Dinner." It was a lot of fun. Tony Campolo spoke. He's really quite good. Insanely extroverted, but wonderful. Ha.There were several churches represented at the dinner. So, several of us pastors were there as well...all speaking of our sermons for Sunday. Few of us, it seemed, had actually finished writing our sermons. Some were wondering how they were going to speak about the events at Virginia Tech. Others were thinking about other possibilities, postponing the VT sermons until another time.
My sermon went well enough...well, except that I started crying toward the end. It's interesting that my own words set me off. But as I started saying:
"And God knows that this is a world that needs people who know how to bear the beams of love.I just lost it. The emotions from the week caught up with me. Yeah. I'm still tired.On the journey that is life, there are many turns in the road. Some we make ourselves. Other turning seems to come on its own volition, as if willed by circumstance. And sometimes it is as if a voice spoke from above and simply asked us to stop, to change direction, to follow, or to feed some sheep."
So, today I nap.
Oh! Sabbath 20 is up at Megan's blog. I'll get to it tomorrow.
Posted by tripp at April 23, 2007 12:36 PM