that I need to find my way back? toward?
. . . something that has nothing whatever to do with ministry.
I knew I was in trouble when a neighborhood acquaintance, upon finding out that I am in seminary and spending the summer doing CPE, asked me, while weeding her garden as a break from caring for her ill husband, why there is suffering in the world. I was just trying to take a walk. And then it turned out that that was only the first of five conversations like that over a period when I was actually not at the hospital for all of 48 hours straight and was trying not to think about suffering, pain, loss, heaven, hell, sin, the universe, suffering, the gender of God, the purposes of God, the presence or absence of God, the grace of God, or suffering.
I'm not actually complaining. I'm just registering the need to recalibrate.
And the camera that has lain basically dormant for nearly a year is going back into my pocket.
And if anyone else wants to comment on how they manage all this, I'm listening.