Our pastor, Doug, has started a tuesday night “Talk about the Text” group, where people from the church get together and reflect on the scripture that’s going to be the focus of the next week’s message. Then, with some prompting from the music guy, he started a blog to summarize that group’s reflections on the text, and to allow for broader interaction. If you guys are interested, it’s online. There aren’t that many pastors I’ve known who, after years of succesful work in the ministry, are still so consistently open to new ideas. Some of you know how difficult our flame-out was at our previous church; working alongside Doug has given me hope that sometimes God calls people who are intelligent, insightful, generous, life-long learners into pastoral ministry.
May his tribe increase!
I’m sad this morning. I found out that M. Scott Peck, author of The Road Less Traveled, died this weekend. I first read his books in college, on Ash’s recommendation, and have re-read them several times since. In Search of Stones is a particular favorite.
Sigh.
I sat with a group of friends and I wept. I heard a story of a young girl being taken advantage of by someone she should have been able to trust, someone who should have been a bulwark and shield for her. As the story unfolded, the revisiting of the horror through police interviews, medical examinations, the ensuing shame and confusion of a young girl, I sobbed silently behind my folded hands. I am the father of a daughter, which in some profound way that I don’t yet understand, makes me the father of all daughters, everywhere.
When I left the room, I found a piano, and wrote this song.
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Let Your Justice Roll
by Michael Lee
God of the undone
of the poor and the weak
The children of the broken
Rise up to meet you
We have heard it whispered
In the songs of your people
you make all things new
God of the undone
of the poor and the weak
The children of sorrow
Rise up to meet you
We have heard it whispered
In the songs of creation
you make all things new
Until the cups of your children run over
Until the sorrow of life is undone
Let the song of the earth be, “God most holy,
let your justice roll”
Let your justice roll down from heaven
Let your angels bear up the weak
may those who are broken
be mended and whole
God let your justice roll
Kyrie Yeshua
The shalom has slipped my fingers
The petty becoming tyrant to the substantial
Bring balance to all things
And restore in me
The right ordering of your shalom
I just read this post over at iMonk’s blog. I hate it when I laugh aloud at length in a room by myself. Makes me feel like a loser.
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