Summer plans are funny. In May, we talk about all the things we'll do this summer. In September, we try to figure out what to do with the residue our unmet expectations leave on our lives. Now it's October. As a pastor, this means I'm busy. A colleague in ministry, also a Vikings fan, is at the Jets-Vikings game tonight. I'm not.
To watch the game tonight on television I had to arrange things with myself and get serious about not sitting with the laptop on my lap. Of course it is ... right here ... on my lap, my fingers tapping the keys.
Perhaps you were expecting theological reflection. This is. If I don't put this laptop down immediately, we all have solid evidence that I have a theological problem. Reformed theology rests, laughs off drivenness, taunts "rat race," image maintaining anxiety.
The summer's over, in more ways than one. I'm shutting this thing off.
(By the way, I took a look at all my unposted blogs that I was going to haul out. See below. There was a reason I didn't publish these! So, the last entry is the last of its type.)
