Monday, October 13, 2008
At this exact moment we have two turkeys in the ovens downstairs, one ham in the oven upstairs, and the Rambler is getting her cardio in, on the stairs between one batch of bastings and the next.
I think we have a sufficiency of food, AND DRINK, for our parish Thanksgiving supper. And people have brought their offspring, and their parents, and newcomers have ventured in bravely with cases of pumpkin beer, and generally there is revelry toward, in these parts.
COLD here...down to +11 Fahrenheit one morning already, tough on the geraniums...hard frost on the roofs and bushes and cars.
One of our "alumnae" -- now studying theology in another place -- is home for Thanksgiving, so we were able to combine turkey-basting and theology for a bit this afternoon.
Struggling as she is with finding a parish accessible to her where the preaching reflects the breadth of the Gospel challenge to a faithful life...or, in short, something beyond,
"Let's just talk about being good to the poor because everybody's already in favour of that project."
We have discussed the many and varying ways in which we as believers, worshippers, even as preachers, choose to emphasize the locally palatable aspects of the Good News.