Monday, November 2, 2015
All those souls...
Working on some new disciplines here.
Yesterday was a good'un -- two church services in two different communities with (highly different) potluck meals after each. My oath, those ladies can COOK. Wow. Anglican baptism with Eucharist in the morning, and preached; Taize singing, with no sermon, in the evening.
On the way home, before I reached the Big Highway -- here came the SNOW out of the north-west. It was an interesting 120-kilometer drive home, but NO difficulty, lots of traffic but nobody doing anything quixotic in my vicinity.
Meditating on saint-ness...and its misunderstandings. Things never yet quite adequately explained to my satisfaction. Not "holy celebrity." Not "co-dependent martyrdom." The term "personal holiness" gets bandied about more than is useful or comfortable, (or it used to) and I have never ever heard it defined or illustrated as anything other than -- basically -- inexperience, of a particularly sidling, bridling, eyes-rolled-upward sort.
Who was it, now, who said that the saint we most admire -- instinctively -- may be the greatest threat to our spiritual/moral wellbeing?
Ah well. We sang Sine Nomine at least once, yesterday, all verses, although we could have had a bit more "WHOMP" -- (this is the hymn known in my household as "WHOMP For All the Saints" you understand).
So here's to the saints with some WHOMP in their natures.
The coffee's made, speaking of WHOMP, and this to-do list isn't going to do itself. Defend yourself, Monday!!!