I spent the day at my own choice cutting grass at Camp Christian. It not only is my work, it is also my passion. I received my calling into ministry there many years ago. I continues to be a place that changes people's lives for the better. I spent 6 hours driving to and cutting grass. I came home to another 3 hours of singing Barbershop with one of my two quartets. It was a joy.
Tonight, I discovered yet another loose end I need to take care of before I can let go of work completely. Perhaps it will be true that loose ends follow me all the way through my Sabbatical. So be it.
One frustration for the day. There was an article on Facebook about church growth and sharing that was congregants really want is a good preacher. (I honestly did not read the article just the headline which could be dangerous.) I am aware of a situation where a pastor is getting "talked to" by the elders because of a sermon he/she preached on racism. It obviously made those in the pew uncomfortable. To be the people of God we are called to be means that we often need to point out uncomfortable truths. Racism, white privileges, (let me even more specific, Male, white, straight privilege) is alive a well. Denying it's existance will not make it go away but instead allows it to grow and multiply like mold in the dark places in a home. It is only my bringing truth to the light that we can work together to get rid of this scourge of racism. So the question I ask is, "Do we want a minister who will make us comfortable with Pollyanna sermons that keep the status quo or do we want a pastor who will tell us the truth in love?"
Lord, help me make this sabbatical a time of refreshment in body, Mind, and spirit that I may love you more with all three. Be with those who are carrying out my work load while I am gone. I look forward to this adventure time. Amen.
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