November 2009


Ian Mosby showed the way to this link from Heather Cracknell on Driftwood:

what we believe doesn’t change us

Yesterday I was discussing life and the universe with some friends and one of them jokingly said “I’d hoped I’d be a nicer person by now!” and I retorted “I’d hoped I’d be skinnier by now!”

We know that I’m not going to get skinnier or fitter until I eat less and exercise more, regardless of what I’m hoping. Yet somehow we don’t seem to apply the same logic to our spiritual health and fitness – we assume that holding a set of beliefs and mentally assenting to some propositions is going to change us. We’re changed by doing stuff – spiritual disciplines and practices, like meditation, may not sound attractive to us (in the same way that the idea of a circuit training session fills me with utter dread) but it is the reality of how change happens.

Now its just doing it…!

Indigo Girls home page news says to get the dvd here.

This, again, is from the writers group.  We listened to a poem by Mary Oliver called “Wild Geese” (found in Dream Works) three times.  And then we ran with what we heard.  This is my write:

This is the invitation I hear.

Sometimes we make our spirituality so hard, walking on our knees for a hundred miles.  Sometimes we make our spirituality something that seems disconnected with the life we live and know. (more…)

David Mullen wrote the second piece on “descended from the dead.  It follows:

Christ going down into the bowels of the earth–a metaphor for going deeper than we ever want to go–into the human condition, into the extremity of hopeless, far from God, supposedly, and lost.  But tradition has it that he preached to them.  Ah, so then the dead were undead, that is, not full of life, but able to hear, and receive the gospel.  Hope and Life! (more…)

In my writing group today we did a variety of writes.   One of them was running with the idea, taken from the Apostle’s Creed, that Jesus “descended to the dead.”  If all goes well, I will have three very different writes on this subject to share.  The first of them is mine:

I’m pretty sure I’ve never really understood even what I meant when I affirm, in the creed, that Jesus descended to the dead. (more…)

Well, my daughters are on my mind these days.

Audrey and her husband Glenn are moving to Georgia, where he has a new job (after a long search).  I am so very happy for them.  And I guess it means Anne and I will be seeing a new part of the country before too long — maybe as soon as February.

Thea has another birthday tomorrow.  She’ll be at church.  And then she and some friends will be over for lunch afterwards.  Should be fun.  I’m starting to get used to the fact that she doesn’t live here any more.

Their lives are going their own ways.  What happens in them is largely out of my control.  I was going to say as a parent.  But I’m not doing a lot of parenting these days.  They are adults, making their own decisions.  Often they are not the decisions I would make.  But that doesn’t mean my decisions would be right for them.  It’s a very different role.

Anne and I are now making decisions about our life together.  Certainly we talk to Audrey and Thea about our plans.  But most of our plans no longer have much to do with their plans.  We’re free agents in a way we haven’t been since Thea was conceived.  Part of me is nostalgic.  But on the whole, I think I like it!

Which is a good way to move into a new phase of our life.

Well, I’ve been down this week with a mild flu.  And I’ve done what I’m supposed to do — which is stay home and not expose others.  One of the prices is that I missed Diana Butler Bass coming to Trinity Cathedral (which was very big on my agenda).  About all I can do is read about it.  And share.  The following is Dean Baker’s blog account of being there: (more…)

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