February 11th, 2018


The moment of discovery

Looking through old pics in my LJ Scrapbook, I came across this one. This is Explorer Post 697 on our first Philmont trek in June 1997. After a long schlep up the trail from Baldy Town, we reached the Alpine Meadow, a lawn of turf about 500' below the summit of Baldy Mountain. The crew simply walked forward into the meadow, in awe of the clear view of the mountains on three sides.

The girl with the very long hair, almost rivaling Cousin Itt, whose back you see in the middle right, is my daughter Anna. She was our crew leader on that first trek, age 18.

Alpine Meadow, Baldy Mountain

Alpine Meadow, Baldy Mountain
Explorer post 697

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

-- John Keats

The Structure of Ordained Ministry According to the Practice of the Followers of John Wesley

Part One

I partook recently in a voluminous exchange in a Facebook group I follow on the topic of Women's Ordination (WO). This is not a topic I've engaged with much. As a United Methodist, I take it for granted that women are fit candidates for ordained ministry. It's a settled question for us. But among other groups that I find myself relating to, it is a settled question, all right, but settled the other way. Collapse )