Pondering the ponderable from the do-re-mi-Sofa.

Posted March 29, 2012 @ 8:00am | by Tripp

I'm sitting on my new couch. Sofa. Right. Anyone know the difference?

We've been sans sofa since August. It's nice to have a place to recline here in the apartment. As you can see from this photo, I'm rather pleased. Yesterday was a good day in many ways. I met with a colleague and friend and was reminded of why I'm a pastor and why I also find it incredibly difficult. I managed to take a nap on the aforementioned couch as well. Also, Sojourners picked up "How...How did I get here?" and posted it on their God's Politics blog. That just set it over the top. So, a good day. But that's not all that happened...

Earl Scruggs' obiturary went viral. I heard him play this past autumn. He was eighty-eight years old. When I'm eighty-eight, I want to be playing concerts in Golden Gate Park, too. I grew up shunning bluegrass like any self-respecting goth-ish kid from rural Virginia would. To listen to bluegrass was to cave to parental pressure. So, no bluegrass for me. Fortunately I outgrew that impulse. Scruggs was one of my heroes. I will miss his creativity and willingness to kick ass from time to time. 

Poet Adrienne Rich also passed away. She was 82. Many of my friends have been posting memorials to her. Her poetry is stunning. Her vision of equality for all people is moving. Her integrity is humbling. Now, this is the embarrassing part...I had never heard of her until the news of her death went public. I'm mortified that I had never given her a moment's thought before. But this ain't about me. Get some of her poetry. I am.



Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
her wounds came from the same source as her power. 


In other news, Homebrewed Christianity is gearing up for another interview with Tony Jones. This one is about Tony's new book, A Better Atonement. Their post is an interesting one for someone asking why it is that the Emergent folk appear to shun the mainline. This line has me wondering what's afoot. "I’m talking to people who still care about preserving something like the Christian church that isn’t just Mainline version 2.0…I’m simply saying that, just as mainliners might need to meet emergents halfway..." I'm not sure where this is coming from. If you have a link or two to throw my way, I'd appreciate it. 

Today I am meeting with someone to talk about social media and creating a spiritual community. I'm looking forward to the opportunity to see what we can discover, talk about what's being done, and to experiment a little. Good stuff abounds. 

Enjoy your day. 

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