I'm writing this from Texas, College Station to be precise, and to be even more accurate sitting on my couch. It's been an overcast day, following the wettest night which was full of lightening. I've been achy all day after spending the day in the woods with Hart Hall Hellraisers Bonfire crew yesterday: pulling out trees up to 6 feet with my bare hands (or should I say BEARR!!) and then the rest having a role in swinging an axe against. That's not to mention hacking a machete through most of the underbrush and then moving the damn trees with the team when they're felled. Exhausting but endorphin-inducing, for an activity of cutting things down it's incredibly edifying.
Today has been a long, tired day. I went to church at St Mary's this morning in College Station town. Disliked how people were chattering through it, disliked the sermon and the smug pastor, disliked the songs which insinuated salvation for all Christians and pity, at best, for everyone else. Instead of grace and contentment I felt filled with an irritation that arose to anger at how proud it all seemed and how the sermon instead of upholding Jesus' teaching of the rich needing to give to the poor, instead talked about giving time to a shelter and giving to a local community; this concluding remark was followed by the collection baskets. The songs were excellently executed with an almost professional orchestra and choir but the moment which really made me feel at peace was during communion. At the moment I'd just made up my mind to not get up and thus to reject the proceedings and my commitment to the symbolism, a song from Taizé = "nothing can ever come between us and the love of God". And with that peace-inducing thought, and my events and thoughts on the last two days recorded I am finished with this blog.
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