"An ounce of mother wit is worth a pound of clergy" -- John Adams
collinsmom and I went out to Wilderstead this afternoon and did some long talking. We're trying to look ahead a few years and make some life choices. It isn't easy. Everything is so murky right now.

But part of what we talked about is how my sense of calling and responsibility -- my "orders" (in the ecclesiological sense) -- intersect with our private plans. So we wound up rehashing what I had posted earlier about my place in the UM ministry: Going? Staying? Retiring?

Herewith, some thoughts on the United Methodist clergy, and my plans within that group. ( Collapse )

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Four rabbits' feet didn't help this bunny
Yesterday, there was a pair of rabbit legs on our back porch (sans rabbit). No wonder Sassafras the Wunderhund hadn't been eating her kibble. This morning, the legs were gone, too (and I don't think they walked off by themselves). Her Daintiness seems to be leading a secret life. Either that, or we just had a slow rabbit come through.

Anyway, I'm glad she doesn't chase cars.

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The Spam Prince strikes again

More stuff e-mailed to me by Phred.
(I love you, too, Bishop Pseudo-hippios)

Are you tired of all these "friendship" poems that always SOUND good, but never actually SPEAKS to reality. Here are a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:

1. When you are sad - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile - I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

6. When you are confused - I will use little words.

7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath...I pledge it till the end. "Why?" you may ask? because you are my friend.

Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body.

Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel

Send this to 10 of your closest friends, then get depressed because you can only think of 4.

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