tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post3926779141945029254..comments2023-10-10T08:33:26.926-06:00Comments on Byzigenous Buddhapalian: Sunday morning thoughtsPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06090720645937634051noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-69686397111522755672007-12-10T04:10:00.000-07:002007-12-10T04:10:00.000-07:00Thanks for coming by, feel free to do so any time....Thanks for coming by, feel free to do so any time. I make my meek adjustments and am finally starting to unearth some other writers in our midst at the parish.Franhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07181529277715646835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-41110085884044039262007-12-09T22:56:00.000-07:002007-12-09T22:56:00.000-07:00Thanks for the link, Fran. Good thoughtful stuff....Thanks for the link, Fran. Good thoughtful stuff. I love the solidarity I encounter in God's people (and I don't limit that term to Christians or to any particular set of denominations).<BR/><BR/>Mimi, if MP is to believed you are a notorious troublemaker, so I don't wonder that your priest would be nervous about being associated with you. Given that I am a self-confessed reprobate, I am honored to be linked with you.<BR/><BR/>Y'all: One of my favorite passages in the prophets is this:<BR/><BR/>Isaiah 54:2<BR/>"Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes.<BR/><BR/>Part of that wonderful vision of Deutero-Isaiah announcing God's working new wonders in our midst and us needing to enlarge our vision so it can grow into God's.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06090720645937634051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-48355553758474743592007-12-09T21:12:00.000-07:002007-12-09T21:12:00.000-07:00It's not that I think that what I did is not forgi...It's not that I think that what I did is not forgiven, because I do believe I'm forgiven. It's the sense of shame that won't go away. I don't lie awake nights worrying over it. In fact, I seldom think about it, but whenever it's brought to mind, I feel such shame.<BR/><BR/>And today I have the Baptist in you to thank for that. But, you're not to worry, Paul. Times like these keep me humble - or maybe not humble, but more humble than I would otherwise be.<BR/><BR/>The priest at my church has been preaching well lately. He is little by little trying to take the congregation further along toward inclusivity. I complimented him today for his two most recent sermons, and I said I'd like to use a couple of quotes from them on my blog. He said, "I don't think so." I believe he sees my blog as somewhat disreputable - or something. I guess I should have known better than to ask. He told me that the bishop reads it. How about that? I suspect that I'm a thorn in both their sides. Me! An old lady! How can that be?June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-70999191714459284982007-12-09T20:18:00.000-07:002007-12-09T20:18:00.000-07:00Paul, what I would have given to be present at suc...Paul, what I would have given to be present at such a sermon. The Baptist must come out every now and then to remind us... <BR/><BR/>It is beyond my comprehension to understand what you all are experiencing right now. My prayers are unending, as this does nothing to bring us all together. <BR/><BR/>I think when I read this earlier it must have set off something in me, which is written about <A HREF="http://stedwardsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sin-management-and-other-ramblings.html" REL="nofollow">here</A>. <BR/><BR/>This is not so widely advertised by me, saint and sinner am I. Such a site would be honored by a visit from you. Don't think ill of me, with such widely different sites. Always trying to heal the wound, bridge the gap.Franhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07181529277715646835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-1117892525139832632007-12-09T18:35:00.000-07:002007-12-09T18:35:00.000-07:00Sheila, in the fourth grade. I couldn't be nice t...Sheila, in the fourth grade. I couldn't be nice to her--couldn't get anywhere near her--because I would have been absolutely outcast if I had, instead of just mostly (like I was). Nine-year-old me couldn't risk that.<BR/><BR/>I learned. And so did you. <BR/><BR/>And paying it forward, counts. Preaching this way, in church and on the web, has an effect. If not A., then many kids who once were picked on, hear you. We've been there. We know.<BR/><BR/>I love what you're saying about the trajectory, here; I never saw it quite that way. Always, always, more and more and more open, until all of us are at the table.<BR/><BR/>Down with cooties!Kirstinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07928583212781425068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-84025721544035262007-12-09T17:03:00.000-07:002007-12-09T17:03:00.000-07:00This was the script of my sermon this morning, tho...This was the script of my sermon this morning, though it had lots of impromptu expansion (my Baptist came out; I shouted, I wept). And I apologized. We all have such capacity for cruelty. Fortunately, our hearts can be broken and we can feel sorrow.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06090720645937634051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222643.post-30864055653988613652007-12-09T16:58:00.000-07:002007-12-09T16:58:00.000-07:00Oh, Paul, you've pricked my conscience cruelly. I...Oh, Paul, you've pricked my conscience cruelly. I was older, in high school, and I definitely knew better. I'm too ashamed to name what I did, but I have lived with the awful memory of that deed until this day. I'd like to say I'm sorry, too, even though the deed was done behind the girl's back, and she never knew.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.com