It's that grateful time of year,
and I'm finding myself grateful
for a congregation
that wasn't sure how it felt
about women in ministry
and is handling a big change
with fewer bumps and more grace
than any of us thought possible.
Also, grateful for the kindness
of the men at the transitional housing shelter
who tonight were kind to a small boy
in his first act of community service.
Also, grateful for modern medicine, public libraries,
cell phones, good beer, smart colleagues,
dear families, and contractors who look
you in the eye and say "Yes. It will be
done by Thanksgiving."
(Which means, btw, that we now have a
plan for The Holiday, which is finally,
actually moving into our house! Cross
your fingers that it is true.)
I am not so grateful for the guy
(assume it was a guy - sorry guys)
who tore the trim off my car and threw
it on the ground when I was parked downtown
today. "Dude. At least steal something
you can sell."
This is not a poem.
Just me goofing around.
See you on the other side of the crazy week that is upcoming.