On January 6 I thought it might be helpful to offer a small commentary through social media on the great divide between us. I was wrong. I deactivated my Twitter account and removed its share button from this site. I went silent on Facebook. From January 7 to this day I have not read or watched one news story. That is the privilege of a hermit preacher.
When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, ‘Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?’ When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back.
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
During a brief social media hiatus I enjoyed one of my favorite pastimes. I spent time with a two year old. We drew rainbows in the sand.
A lot of people either don’t grow up with church or live only on its fringes. They do not understand our customs. They do not know what goes on inside our walls. They only know that we are there, and they imagine we will be there should they ever decide they need us.
If you are just tuning in to the UMC separation discussions then here is a quick primer. This is for those who are likely in the traditional/evangelical/orthodox alliance of the United Methodist Church (even though you may not be sure what those terms mean). First thing you need to know is it is not about cats or sex.
I am hopefully awaiting Chris Ritter’s third article on Timelines, Tensions, and the Separation Protocol. Perhaps it will pull a rabbit out a hat. Until then, I offer this.
Just do the right thing.