conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

le baptiste hokey pokey

I even went so far as to become a Southern Baptist for a while, until I realized that they didn't hold 'em under long enough.
- Kinky Friedman

This morning we ABC types in the ABC-Metro Chicago region will gather to talk and plan and eat carbohydrates. Generally speaking this is a good time. I like my colleagues in ministry. Somehow we seem to uphold one another pretty well. We are a diverse group ethnically and theologically. And we honor a certain creativity...I don't know quite how to explain it yet. I'll get there some day. Suffice it to say that they think I have something to offer the Church. That's a terrifying notion to be sure.

Each of these gatherings is an opportunity to discuss what is going on in the region (summer camp, for example) and broader issues important to many of us. This morning we'll talk about racism and "the prophetic preaching voice." I'll let you know how it goes.

I turned in yet another draft of the thesis yesterday. I'm at the altar of Kate Turabian now. Citations, people. Get the citations right the first time. Unless you have some research assistant willing to go back to the library for you, get it right the first time. Oy. Veh. Yuk!

So, it continues apace. It's truly done. I'm walking "sans asterisk" next week. What joy.

See you all later on. The sermon is complete. I'll post it Sunday morning. Until then, enjoy your weekend as you are able.

Posted by tripp at May 10, 2008 07:29 AM