We seem to have celebrated Labor Day around here by laboring. I spent much of the week-end writing a sermon and a paper. The sermon is for a preaching opportunity in a couple of weeks: two tiny yoked churches some distance south of here, some of those churches without a pastor which contact seminaries to supply them with Sunday preaching. I had started it several days ago and it wasn't going well and then, suddenly: there it was. I thought I'd better write it down quick.
The paper is the first one for my program in spiritual direction. Let's just say that trying to combine Aquinas, Ignatius, Teilhard, Rahner, Mary Oliver, and my own experiences all into five succinct pages was something of a challenge. I suppose I've left out some critical insight. But I have loved thinking about what I've been thinking about: Creator and creatures, science and theology, God's invitation to us to labor with God in redemptive creation.
My husband's been pulling down hallway wallpaper. He took the pictures off the walls in January, so I'd say we're moving right along. We are down to the studs where water damaged the plaster oh, maybe ten years ago. I hope he is feeling ambitious when he gazes at that corner.
I've been backing up photo files and filling bags with water-damaged papers from the basement flood, the one that happened when I was in Ontario. I can't say that I've accomplished a lot, but I've accomplished a little.
Back to seminary in the morning. Now if I can just straighten out my schedule and thereby cease obsessing over the irritation of not having accomplished the only thing I actually cared about accomplishing during orientation last week . . . .