April 7th, 2005


Just for grins

Soðlice sum monn hæfde twegen suna. Þa cwaeð se gingra to his fæder, "Fæder, sele me minne dæl minre æhte þe me to gebyreþ." Þa dælde he him his æhta. Ða æfter feawum dagum eall his þing gegaderode se gingra sunu ond ferde wræclice on feorlen rice ond forspilde þær his æhta, libbende on his gælsan.

Ða he hie hæfde ealle amierrede, þa wearð micel hungor on þam rice and he wearð wædla. Þa ferde he and folgode anum burhsittendum menn þæs rices; ða sende he hine to his tune þæt he heolde his swin. Ða gewilnode he his wambe gefyllan of þam beancoddum þe ða swin æton, and him mon ne sealde.

Þa beþohte he hine ond cwæð, "Eala, hu fela hyrlinga on mines fæder huse hlaf genohne habbað, ond ic her on hungre forweorðe! Ic arise ond ic fare to minum fæder and ic secge him, 'Eala fæder, ic syngode on heofonas and beforan þe; nu ic ne eom wierðe þæt ic beo þin sunu nemned; do me swa anne of þinum hyrlingum.'"

Whisper a prayer before bed

My parishioners are racing in and out of hospitals all over the place; other pastoral situations are offered for prayer, and I'm trying to connect with these various folks. Meanwhile, programmatic concerns stumble along, stuff I've promised various people is overdue, and I just want to throw up my hands and disappear.

I love what I do, I really do. But I'm exhausted, and I can't get ahead enough to get anything done. I want to run away, take a REAL vacation.

Oh, well. At least I got my sermon for Sunday in the bag as of tonight. Tomorrow is supposed to be my day off, but I'll be running around seeing folks & getting ready for the Chrysalis overnight at a neighboring church (I promised to cook).

And so, here's a prayer for when one is overworked, underappreciated, behind with stuff, disappointing oneself, disorganized, and mad at the world: