Saturday - Rest or Labor

Even when we were both working, Saturday was the day for administrative chores. You know, chores like laundry, house cleaning, shopping, yard work, and the like. We both shared a world view in which Saturday was the fitting day for these activities. My wife still adheres to this view which she firmly believes is the orthodox one. I, on the other hand, have begun to think more of baseball games, and other spectator activities; recliner chair, feet in the air, beverage at hand, perhaps a few munchies.

This is clearly a heretical hermeneutic. Some weeks its manifestation is treated with scorn, on others with patience. Occasionally there is vigorous opposition and condemnation. Sometimes our great ideas and activities are opposed because they require change and people don't know how to change.

In this case, my answer is outsourcing - dry cleaners and laundry, cleaning crew, yardman, etc.

Would that it were always so easy!

And then there is Augustine

Love God and do as you please.

There's an hermeneutic for you!

The Elephant in the Room

You probably have heard the story of the five blind men who were taken to see an elephant. They were placed in oval around the beast and each tried to experience it. Later they were asked to describe the elephant.

• The first said, "It was like great snake hanging down from a tree and feeding itself.'
• The second disagreed, "No. It was like a huge bird, flapping its wings."
• The third said, "You are both wrong. It was like a forest. I could put my arms around the tree trunks."
• For the fourth it was even more different, "The elephant was like a large fly whisk, swing back and forth."
• And the fifth, "It was like a great wall. I could raise my hands and feel the height and width of it."

Of course, they were all right. One experienced the trunk, another the ears, the third the massive legs, the fourth the tail, and the fifth the sides of this huge animal. And, of course, they were all wrong because each of them had only experienced a part of the elephant.

It shouldn't surprise us to learn that we, too, are blind men. At best we only see a part of the problem. If what we see is too big for us to really understand, we chose our best understanding and call it definitive. The truth is that, individually or collectively, we are like the blind men. We can only proclaim as much as we have experienced and our best understanding of it.

God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at mine end, and at my departing.

Sarum Primer, 1538.

PBPGINFWMY

This post actually started about a year ago, but was never finished because of ESRD. Thanks to the blessing of Peritoneal Dialysis, I am up and running again - just not as rapidly.

About thirty years ago I visited a church in Miami. At the door everyone was given a pin-on badge with the letters PBPGINFWMY. No explanation was given and we sat through the first part of the service wondering what was going on. With the sermon came the explanation:

Please Be Patient - God Is Not Finished With Me Yet

It was a good sermon about forgiveness of yourself and others. I still remember it. Think about it..... How many sermons do you remember?

Anyway, God s apparently not finished with me yet. Welcome to this blog.