Fellowship of Saints and Sinners

Fellowship of Saints and Sinners


Ministerial Miscellany: Gratitude and Silence

imagesIt’s been too long. I’m sorry. Life has been, well, too fast-paced lately—and will remain so until mid November.

But I’ve missed you.

This week, I’ve been reflecting on gratitude and silence.

First, gratitude: The other night my son asked to sit at the head of the table over dinner (usually a position allocated for mom or dad). I agreed, so long as he’d lead us in our mealtime prayer. We bowed our heads and then he said it, haltingly and a bit bashfully: “God, thank you for everything. Amen.”

Thank you for everything, God. Out of the mouths of babes. Thank you, God, for bats in the attic (which, I might add with more gratitude are now gone) and beautiful fall days…for the chance to play Sunday morning hookey and for the life of Ms. Marilyn at the assisted living center who died suddenly but peacefully last week…for the sweet sadness of Time’s passage and It’s joyous spillage into eternity…for friends and family and life itself. Gratitude, as I often say here, quoting Karl Barth, is the mark of a Christian. But are we really grateful for truly everything? I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not.

And then, a meditation on silence—perhaps apropos in light of my own reluctant silence of late here at this intersection between life and God. A review copy of Oxford historian Diarmaid MacCullouch’s latest book, Silence: A Christian History, arrived last week, which I’ll be reviewing in the week to come. All the times when the church has chosen not to speak across the centuries—and why— just might serve as a lens through which to view the powerful role silence might play, for better and for worse, for the church of today and tomorrow, insofar as she seeks to love her world. I suspect there’s much fruit to be had here.

Until next time, may your week be full of gratitude and holy silence.

 



Previous Posts

Writing Sabbatical—and "The Departure of the Prodigal Son"
I'm sorry: my absenteeism at this intersection can be attributed to a number of things lately, the most pressing of which is my forthcoming book with author and Christian addiction specialist Jonathan Benz. The book (Prodigal Church or a version of it) is now officially under deadline and by April 1

posted 10:55:10am Jan. 26, 2015 | read full post »

Restless Soul Hall of Fame: Sister Corita Kent
Since NPR's recent segment, Sister Corita Kent has come to mind a few times this week as someone who d

posted 10:23:30am Jan. 16, 2015 | read full post »

"I Am Charlie Hebdo"
I struggle to know how to greet you after such a long hiatus from posting here—and in light of how much has happened in the world since Christmas

posted 4:42:48pm Jan. 12, 2015 | read full post »

A Christmas Homily
While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. —Luke 2:6,7 The sheer physicality of this picture strikes me this Christmas. The ba

posted 1:54:50pm Dec. 24, 2014 | read full post »

Mental Health Break—Sprawl II
My favorite band these days is Arcade Fire, and I've featured the Canadian indie rock group before at this intersection between God and life. The lead singer studied Kirkegaard in college and their songs, like this one, are often subtle but brilliant critiques of the least aesthetically pleasing thi

posted 12:58:15pm Dec. 18, 2014 | read full post »




Report as Inappropriate

You are reporting this content because it violates the Terms of Service.

All reported content is logged for investigation.