Sunday, January 11, 2015
Today's sermon was not only about Dr. King but Sister Simone Campbell, one of the "nuns on the bus," who encourages us to "walk toward trouble," not away from it, as we strive to serve. A laudable idea, to be sure.
But my heart was hurting when I entered church this morning. I wanted someone more learned than I to put the events in France of this past week into perspective for me. I didn't get that from today's service. I was disappointed.
My regular minister was on vacation. Maybe the associate just isn't fleet and flexible enough to rewrite his sermon in time.
I wish Dr. King was with us today. I'd love to hear his feelings about Ferguson and Garner and George Zimmerman being arrested for violent acts yet again ... and Paris.
I don't know what to make of the world I find myself in. I need help. I didn't find it within my house of worship today. This doesn't shake my faith in God, but it does shake my faith in our ministers.
I slept well and didn't wake up with a headache for the first time this week. I think the overnight headaches have been triggered by allergies, recycled air and the relentless heat that's being forced into my condo because of the coldsnap. I was glad to start the day without that stuffy head/pressure feeling.
I got a good haircut. Good hair = good mood.
Had lunch with my nephew. This is the first time we've talked at length this year. He's interesting to converse with he grows up. He's sensitive and smart, and it was fascinating to get his 14-year-old opinion on real issues of the day -- Charlie Hebdo, the death penalty, Hillary Clinton. He's enjoying school and missing Stephen Colbert. I enjoy him.
Got laundry out of the way. I hate doing laundry.
The only dark cloud on my personal horizon is that I didn't do any "Clean Me" activity to improve my personal environment. But, as Katie Scarlett used to say, "tomorrow is another day."