No Rain

"The rain. Sometimes it gives me the blues." A little reference for all you Stephen King fans out there. Actually we are droughting a bit here. But I am feeling a little blue. All is well-- our baby girl is healthy, Alan and I had a lovely anniversary in Berea yesterday, our dear friends are on the cusp of being parents a second time, and I'm looking forward to a little time off this summer.

Its this weaving-in process I'm faced with (or knitting-in, favorabley). I'm just not at a point where I can tell people my ideas properly-- when I talk about my ecological concerns or my feelings about the terrors of racism I often feel labeled and pushed aside.

What I'd like to be able to do is have others understand that I believe in taking care of our environment and "getting back to the earth", healing racial and cultural and gender divides, abstaining from rampant consumption of goods, and relearning how to work with our hands because they are very deep, theological concerns. They do not spring from my politics or my upbringing-- my convictions are the burdens I joyfully bear during my "long obedience in the same direction." The Gospel of Christ is one of the whole person and the whole world, and each part of our lives must enter into the process of redemption for us to be sanctified.

I'm not so arrogant to think that wisdom is obtained in any degree in youth. But hopefully, someday, I can weave it all in to a beautiful whole.