Christian prayer often seems to be a matter of giving good advice to God. God is probably responding: “my dearly beloved, I do not need your advice. I simply want you to listen to the heart-beat of the universe”.
I found a little snake in my home today. It was no more than 2 ½ inches long. I think that it came in out of the rain.
I am preaching at the 8:00 and 10:00 Eucharists tomorrow (Aug 21st 2011) at St. Boniface Church.
When I began to preach (at aged 16 years) I was filled with certainties about God, Jesus and the Bible.
51 years later I have fewer certainties. Maybe my preaching is better.
But it’s much harder to put a sermon together than it used to be.
I was chatting with a local handyman on Friday last. I told him that I am 68 years old. As he drove away I remembered that I am “only” 67!
In a moment of “hurry” I bought a barbecued chicken at my local “Publix” supermarket earlier today. Boy - was it over-cooked and dry. I redeemed a bit of it for my supper, wrapping it in soft tortillas with a bit of sour cream, some excellent chopped up “heritage” tomato, and some delicious Florida avocado. I’ll use the balance to make chicken salad – that should moisten it up enough.
I am blessed to share my home with a dog called Penne. She is a mutt: part retriever and part terrier. She has the sweetest disposition. Neither thunder nor lightning bother her. And when I have to give her a pill she opens her jaws quite willingly, and then swallows it down as I massage her throat.
My brother Stephen celebrated his 59th birthday on August 18th 2011. He is a good guy, and we had a nice chat that day.
Stephen is the third in line of my four younger brothers.