Let's see . . . there was the National Day of Prayer breakfast. I was reminded, as I sat in a banquet room with 450 people and listened to prayers that were 100% Christian and essentially included an altar call (in words, not acts) and a rousing singing of "God Bless America," that two years ago I served on my home city's committee for an interfaith commemoration of the 10th anniversary of the September 11 attacks. These were very different experiences and events. I could write about those. Or not.
Monday I went to an outstanding program on suicide prevention for clergy and mental health professionals. I learned some things that were immediately helpful, and heard some viewpoints that were disturbing. I could write about that. Or not.
This afternoon I am co-officiating at a funeral with a Church of the Brethren pastor. We have some, uh, differences. I could write about that. Or not.
Last night I was told that if I were a more experienced pastor, I would know when to remain silent. I could write about that. Or not.
I am having some trouble here. In general. Last week someone who knows about these things said to me, in a good kind of way (I think), that I am an extremely self-actualized person. I don't really understand what that means, but I think it explains why I am having some trouble. In general.
I think what I'll write about is this: On my walk this morning, I saw a red-headed woodpecker. Made my day. And it wasn't even 8:00.