Showing posts with label John Wesley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Wesley. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

march-thoughts.md

Family

my brother’s birthday

Mary Pat reports that it is also Doug’s birthday, an opportunity to pray. I don’t even seem to have an email for David. Well, I’ve tried Facebook, which hasn’t worked in the past to get a response.+ Mary Pat father death day : kaddish
Help me to know how to support, when to lead, How to follow.
  • telling the folks and friends, little by little
  • Dave Coleman : is basic goodness came through, with congratulations and an invitation to a party

personal

cyclone from middle of night, like wb Yeats, “widening gyre.”
March 9
PSALM 85:13 ISAIAH 6 :-4 LUKE 14:15-24
What is both Good and New about the Good News is the wild claim that Jesus did simply tell us that not God loves us even in our wickedness and folly and wants us to love each other the same way and to love Him too, but that if we let Him, God will actually bring about this unprecedented transformation of our hearts Himself.
What is both Good and New about the Good News is that mad insistence that Jesus lives on among us not just as another haunting memory but as the outlandish, holy, and invisible power of God working not just through the sacraments but in countless
hidden ways to make even slobs like loving and us whole beyond anything we could conceivably pull off by ourselves.
Thus the Gospel is not only Good and New but if you take it seriously, a Holy Teror Jesus never claimed that the process of being changed from a slob into a human being was going to be a Sunday School picnic. On the contrary. Child-birth may occasionally be painless, but rebirth never. Part of what it means to be a slob is to hang on for dear life to our slobbery.
Frederick Buechner

Reading

Reference

Kuana Torres Kahele
Kuana Torres Kahele (esp. Hallelujah” on youtube. This is marvelous Hawaiian slack key guitar and singing that we should take with us on our move.
Youtube

Reflection

I remember discussions from seminary days and beyond, about the notion that there was such a thing as a mere symbol.