So, I’m in Hickory, NC at the NC Synod Assembly of the ELCA. It is so terribly hot here! The sun beats down, I sweat, drag around bags and folders and bottles of water without which I could not survive. My summer intern is with me, too, and trying desperately to keep me together! It has been a day of dropping things, forgetting things, loosing things. Ah, who am I kidding? It has been a week of this.
Forums to assist with, meals, voting, speakers. And, perhaps most importantly, worship and Holy Communion. Friends, old and new. Some who are not here are missed terribly. My heart breaks for the good things and the sad.
The speaker speaks about God’s altar in the world. There is more to this than I now have time to think through. God’s work, he says, Our hands. Is it even hands that keep dropping things, loosing things, forgetting things? I hope so.
A friend of mine from seminary, who was already ordained, once said, “you have to be broken to do this job.” That gives me hope!