As I write this I prepare to say good-bye to whatever vestige of mature, cultured, intellectual status I might have previously claimed, revealing myself to be a total slob. As if you didn’t already know.
Three tides converged at about the time I retired from full-time parish ministry:
My wife and I took ballroom dancing lessons.
I had more free time in the evening.
"Dancing With The Stars” became a TV hit.
What can I tell you? I confess to being a “Dancing With The Stars”
One of my great friends and mentors when I was a young pastor was the Rev. Elward (yes, Elward) O. “Ozzie” Hollman, rector of Grace Episcopal Church in Windsor, Conn. Ozzie respected the high church liturgical tradition of the Episcopal Church, but led the liturgy in a very down-to-earth way, which was Ozzie’s style in all things. He had a great gift for keeping things simple and cutting through to the core.
Ozzie was famous at Grace for one of his Easter sermons. He stood up in
I was in my bank, a supermarket branch, sitting down and doing some simple business. Next to me an elderly woman (even older than me) was conducting banking business. She was the very picture of the elderly lady: a tiny thing with carefully coiffed grey hair, precise make-up, neat clothing, wrinkled skin, a pleasant smile on her face. I could see her baking cookies, drinking tea, watching “Downton Abbey” with a cat on her lap, giving generous gifts to grandchildren and maybe even great
Call me an old softie and a slob. I love Christmas. I love the whole month of December.
I love the scripture and hymns of Advent. I love the “stir up” prayers. (God knows, we need to get stirred up.) I love the candles. I love the concerts. The late service on Christmas Eve has always been one of my two favorite worship services of the whole year. (You didn’t ask, but the answer is the sunrise service on Easter Day.) I love the Sundays after Christmas, with relatively small congregations
While I have spent most of my life in and around cities, I grew up in southeastern Iowa, never far from farmland, and one of my first jobs involved driving various trucks around Iowa and Illinois, so there is something about farm fields embedded firmly in my soul. I find it relaxing and renewing to drive across the southern Minnesota countryside.
So I was cheerful and anxious in a positive way the other day when I looked forward to driving to Shalom Hill Farm outside Windom to meet with the Southwestern
Most interns should be at work now on their
These are forms due to be submitted by the end of the second month of internship. Supervisors and Lay Committee should be expecting to talk with the intern about the forms.
are broad summary statements which are inclusive, far-reaching, and visionary. These goals (ideally 3-5) are then joined to
which are mini-goals which focus upon specific aspects of the overall goal. Those objectives should
Feedback is a constant aspect of internship. Feedback from supervisor to intern, from intern to supervisor, from lay committee to intern, from intern to lay committee. Sometimes, unfortunately, feedback leads to hard feelings. Sometimes, even more unfortunately, the fear of hard feelings leads people to withhold important feedback.
In a “Corner Office” column from the Sunday
New York Times
business section, Adam Bryant interviewed Andrew Thompson, the CEO of Proteus, a biomedical
Pat and I are not huge movie-goers, but I had read a number of enthusiastic reviews for “Beasts of the Southern Wild” and the trailer caught my interest, so one day this summer we packed ourselves off to a matinee. I am admittedly obsessive about getting places on time or, ideally, early, so we were there to see all the pre-movie ads that flash up on the screen while you are finding your seat and opening the popcorn. As a matter of fact, we saw several of them twice. Then the standard
Some years ago one of my friends accepted a position teaching at a Lutheran seminary in Namibia. He found that many of the hymns of the Namibian church were Finnish in origin and were sometimes sung in Finnish, as were parts of the liturgy.
The Lutheran Church had been planted in Namibia in the 19th century by the Finns and was a product of that great missionary effort which brought Christianity to many places, but sometimes with the understanding that before the “natives” could learn
One warm July night Mrs. McKinley and I treated ourselves to a Neil Diamond concert at the local hockey-and-concert arena. We’ve seen Neil in action before and were quite eager to go again.
While there were some younger people there, most of the crowd was our generation, more twilight-side-of-the-hill than morning-side-of-the-mountain. But then Neil himself is 71. Nonetheless, the man radiates energy and performed for two solid hours without an intermission. Of course many of the songs were