I’m formulating a terribly relevant and interesting post. In my head. Some day soon I’ll take back time to write. In the meantime, I offer these three posts as the fodder for my very significantly important ruminations that will change the world–or at least will stop my head from spinning on its loosely-anchored axis:
- Peace Making: Shot him like a dog, Pfarrer Streccius
- Welcoming Raised UUs, The Journey
- It Has To Be Said: Rant On The Faux-Beatific, Ultra R.C.* Rev., PeaceBang
Seriously: these three posts have been sitting in the back of my brain since I read them and I’m having a hard time shaking them off and I can’t figure out why my brain insists on lumping them together. Since my way of making meaning is to throw words at a page and pray they formulate understanding, I’m planning a time that isn’t now to do just that. In the meantime, if you can point me toward a direction on the meaning of this trinity, well, I’d thank you.
UPDATE: So, I closed this and then went in to take my shower and as I stepped in, the short answer came: We (Unitarian Universalist lay leaders, seminarians, and ministers alike) are missing the point. We, and when I say we I always mean me, are missing the point. And it makes me sad. And yet also hopeful (and I will expound on this later, much later).