The Feast of St. Laurence
Today was the feast of St. Laurence, Deacon and Martyr. His martyrdom was brought about when the Roman authorities demanded the treasures of the Church. When he showed up with the sick and the poor he cared for, the Romans were none to impressed. A noble man indeed.
Today I sat on a panel discussion for a play intitled Abraham's Calling, which explores the common thread of Abe and Sarah between the Islamic, Jewish and Christian faiths. I quite enjoyed the experience...but I will admitt with the goings on of late the interfaith dialouge could have easily pushed me over the edge of sanity. But alas it was a wonderful time and a great play.
I want to catch up with our book club...I really do. But every time I sit down to write I keep making connections between contemporary Christianity (read recent events in the Episcopal Church) and the N.I.C.E. ANybody else see that?
I soon as my head clears a bit I will also write about what these last few weeks have meant for me. But at this moment I feel like a Dostoevsky character...wondering if I am the "idiot" as I experience the world I know and understand around me. Oh those sleepless summer nights...staying up hours with your mind churning overtime in a thousand directions.
Another thank you to all who have held Cat and I in prayer. While I'm at it please hold Cliff and Anna in prayer...any minute know I just know it. Also Huw who could possible be on the brink of global literary regognition at the same time as trying to re-root. And all those C.P.Eers praying for thier last official day...I remember myself counting the hours.
Yours in Christ