~ Went to my home church today. We were honoring graduates, so I got some nice hugs.
~ The gospel text today is the story of the "sinful" woman in Luke who weeps and kisses Jesus' feet as she anoints them with oil and wipes them with her hair. (During Lent, I preached on the version of this story that appears in John's gospel.) Four reasons why I love my church: (1) In her introductory remarks, one of our pastors made the point that whenever Jesus interacts with a woman, something significant is going on, and since this story of his interaction with a woman is told in in all four gospels, we are talking major significance. (2) I can characterize her remarks as "introductory" because today the sermon was a congregational group discussion rather than a pastoral homily. (3) One of the folks who spoke up said that she thinks that Jesus and this woman must have had a previous encounter, and always wonders about that back story. (Great sermon topic there.)(Or discussion topic.) (4) Instead of the usual focus on forgiveness that this story generates, our emphasis this morning was on Jesus' extension of inclusion in community. All good stuff, all hallmarks of our church.
~ One of Josh's high school teachers and his wife have recently joined our church, and so I pulled him aside to talk to tell him about Josh. As it turned out, he knew that Josh had died, but not how. The strangest thing: after a conversation like that, I always think: OK, all done; he'll be back tonight.
~ I am trying to create an account so that I can sign up to re-take my Exegesis exam. The length of confirmation time is not bolstering my confidence in the PC(USA) capability for online registration.
~ I am also trying to get my passport application finished. I realized last week that I can't just dash up to Algonquin to scatter ashes because my passport is no longer valid.
~ My hair is much shorter and browner than it was at my graduation a week ago.
~ I am going to another graduation today, that of the Jewish school at which I once taught. In fact, I taught all of the seniors who were there then in both 8th and 9th grade, so I know them well. There will be some screeching. "Ms. Craig! Ms. Craig! Are you a rabbi yet?!" Well, no ~ there is this little matter of YOUR language . . . .
~ My father is quite ill. My family's dynamics are challenging at their best, but I will probably plunge into the middle of them later this week.
~ Another good thing about my church: our summer lay preachers series. (How I got started in the pulpit!) A friend sent me his first sermon draft ever a few hours ago. I must be at a new place, if people are sending me drafts to critique.
~ My imaginary walk has gotten me to Nauset Beach. Another scene of high school adventures. I could never stand up on a surfboard, so maybe misadventures is the more appropriate term.