We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.
- Albert Einstein
So, today is a less frantic day than I had anticipated. I have been given a great gift. It seems that I am not preaching Sunday after all. Yes, I wrestled with this. It's Trinity Sunday. I love Trinity Sunday. I want to cue up cool science fiction themes when Trinity Sunday comes along. Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, The Holy Trinity (cue theme music)! I was reading Arturo's post (ala Jorge) on "a strange and colorful orthodoxy." But then I received an e-mail from someone who attends Community Church. Their parents are coming in to visit. Their father is a pastor working in an academic setting. He knows what it is to finish a thesis and then entertain one's friends for graduation in the same week. So, he offered to preach. We discussed some interpretive things online and I said "Thank you." It is a great kindness...though it feels strange to not preach on Trinity Sunday. If my brain continues to flail about for the rest of the week as it has been the last 12 hours, no sermon would come anyway. I will simply have to get over myself.
Anyone know how to do that?
other things to obsess about
1. the title "suburban abbot"
2. desert monastics
3. why I have not been to see the mandoguru in two months
4. American Sign Language and liturgy
5. The University of Chicago Divinity School's "Bridge" program
6. badminton
7. croquet
8. Inter-congregational celebrations in Wilmette
That should hold me for a while. Pray that I am less cranky today than I was yesterday. Yeesh.
As the commercial goes "you deserve a break today ...." so take Sunday off and be part of the congregation and enjoy. Also, take a little girl's advice and try some "goodminton."
Posted by: Mom at May 15, 2008 09:52 AMMy suggestion is to revel in points 6,7, and 8 and spend some time at the grill
Posted by: justin at May 15, 2008 10:36 AMMental flailing -- I'm familiar with it. The night before my last class of grad school, I had gone to bed with all my work done and ready for final presentation the next day. I was prepared and felt good about my work. My brain, however, wasn't ready to be done. I had a dream (or, rather, a nightmare) that night that I had forgotten all about an art history class that I hadn't attended for half the semester and had a 20 page research paper due on the last day. I had to go beg the professor to let me work over the weekend and turn in the 20 page research paper on Monday. Because failing that class would've meant I didn't graduate. Then, thankfully, I woke up. Whew.
Posted by: Amydale at May 16, 2008 08:33 AM