A Two Goal Lead is the Most Dangerous Lead...

As many of you heard last week, I love Advent. I love Advent for two reasons. First, Advent is the start of the new liturgical year, and this year we head into what is called Year A, so the readings we will hear over the next year are a little more familiar and a little more fun to read. It is particularly poignant this year, as this is the first Advent in about eight years that I will engage in the process of being made new. Eight years ago, when I left the Church, I was angry, hurt and very unclear about what my future would hold. After a year plus of hard work, it became clear that whatever work I did put in to transforming my personal life and atoning for the things I did would not be enough. So I felt betrayed. I continued to work, but I lost track of the liturgical year. I lost track of the joy I feel when approaching these kinds of liminal moments in our lives. The second reason I love Advent is because it gives me a moment, four weeks actually, to explore this hair-brained idea...

Over the past 25 plus years I have had the opportunity to see Archbishop Desmond Tutu speak. Diocesan events across the country, mostly youth events, I was able to see him speak at two different Episcopal Youth Events. Then in 1996 the graduating class of my seminary asked me to be his personal chaplain. So I got to drive to the airport, pick him up, chat with him get all the things he needed to be prepared set and ready and then sit next to him for the graduation ceremony of those students at CDSP. That was quite the honor, although I think the graduating planning committee were more trying to create a meme than anything else, as I was much taller than Bishop Tutu, and I am sure seen standing next to him, we were quite the opposite, in physical stature. He was really short. Anyway, Bishop Tutu always gave inspiring sermons and speeches, I always walked away from his words feeling ready to take on the world, I always felt taller than I already was. But this graduation sermon he preache...

What IS the opposite of faith? Last week I attended a recruitment event for a new Cub Scout Pack. The group of leaders had passed out a ton of information and were hoping to get 6 to 10 families at their join night event. Two families showed, the main organizer looked at me, forlorn and said, “I’m disappointed more people didn’t show up.” I reminded him that only two families showed up, but they had recruited 6 kids and each of those families had one more kid that was one year too young for the program, they hadn’t entered Kindergarten yet.   On top of that, the Mom of one of the families was on the PTO at a School that is willing to work with the Pack to get the word out about Scouting. The possibility is immense for that young Cub Scout Pack and living in disappointment only sabotages its future.   St Edward’s is in a similar situation, a long rich history of amazing events and mission. A history many of you remember with fondness. But the reality today is not what it was 1...