I confess that I make my confessions with a heavy heart today because my friend Bob Starkey died yesterday. Actually, we’re not sure when he died. He was found yesterday when he didn’t show up for church and some folks from RC got worried and went to check on him. I confess that Bob’s sobriety, after years of homelessness cause primarily by his drinking, gave me hope. Bob was such an important part of our church community that I cannot imagine worshiping every week without him. I confess that I will be sad to have to mourn the loss of my friend, but I am grateful to have known him, thankful that he is in the arms of a loving God now, and that he’ll be made whole again.
I confess that I am overwhelmed with gratitude and joy that our crazy little church continues to love the unlovable and accept the unacceptable in the name of Jesus. You are the real thing, Redemption Church. I am so fortunate to be a part of this rag-tag bunch of Christians.
I confess that for two weeks in a row, KC has been hit with a major snowstorm. At my house we’ve had around 2 feet of snow in that time. I confess that I’m wishing there was a way to make it three weeks in a row. Snowed in = happy family. I love winter.
I confess that I’m about to jump into Alister McGrath’s new biography on C.S. Lewis and I cannot wait. From what I can tell it looks as though it will give much more of his childhood background than the other Lewis biographies I’ve read. This is going to be good.
I confess that the pastor’s path to Easter is a steady crescendo of activity, preparation, and intensity. I confess that I’m pressing on toward Holy Week with a bit of trepidation, hoping not to slide into a daily rhythm that I will have to try and recover from when it is over.
I confess that in response to an article I wrote for The Huffington Post last week, I received the normal amount of comments and emails in which civility was, let’s just say, “lacking.” The literally hundreds of sniping, snarky, critiques (553 at last count), honestly don’t bother me much. I’m used to it and I can actually enjoy engaging with those who are serious, and ignore those who are just trying to be mean. However, I confess that – and this is my true confession – that I also got a few phone calls from people I don’t know who demanded an explanation for what I was saying, or just wanted to go off on me about how I was a horrible human being and shouldn’t be allowed to be a pastor. I confess that it feels unnerving that people I’ve never met or heard of, folks I have no relational connection to, could just cyber-stalk me, get my phone number, call me, and lay into me about something I’ve written.
I confess that there is something fishy going on with my car. I confess that I’m not a car guy at all; I can’t even change my oil. But for the past few weeks my car has smelled bad & when I investigated I discovered that my passenger floor boards were wet. I dried everything out, but I have been told that there is either something wrong with my heater (cha-ching), or a clogged reservoir drain from the sun-roof or the windshield well (easy fix). Took it in, but nothing decisive was found. Problem is? It still smells… ugh. I confess that car trouble is depressing.