Irreverent: Musings on Faith, Love, Life and Politics

Particularly now.
At least I wasn't presiding.
Slipped in a little late, was one of the first ones out the door.

Come down, O Love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;

There's a storage box in my living room. Most of the time, I forget it's there.
Inside the box, normally used for photos and documents you think might be important some day, are affidavits. They were put together by my grandmother in the 1930's as she tried to get Jews out of Austria to the safety of the United States. I don't know...

There were so many people at the gym this morning.  Older folks, married couples, kids, teenagers crowding near the weight racks  chatting by the circuit machines, stretching and planking and doing box jumps on one foot.
I'm not used to being in the gym on Sunday mornings.  For decades, ever since I was in college, Sunday mornings were all about worship. That's what clergy do, isn't it? And I am. Clergy, that is. Mostly a journalist, but also a pastor, when called on...