The weekend has gone by quickly. I remember nothing of Saturday; I think June and I watched a forgetable movie late in the evening. Sunday, however, was inescapably memorable. First, that which I wish I could forget: worship at First Baptist Church. Garth's sermons are now so formulaic as to be exercises in trying to stay awake. Five-point lectures with PowerPoint slides and without any semblance of Good News. Moralistic drivel. Even June feels embarrassed by the poverty of thought, aesthetics, or Gospel. All one faintly (thank goodness!) remembers is there to be some sort of a turkey shoot, a dinner of venison, and some unbelievable story about a Rick Warren Baptist church serving its community with lessons for toddler potty training. Good grief!What a relief to get over to St. John Lutheran Church with its robust proclamation of the Gospel, joyful singing, and full announcement that Christ is with and for us in the Eucharist. Jonathan Meeks gave a fine presentation on his recent trip to Nepal--such excellent photographs! And after the Eucharist a wonderfully scrumptuous pot luck dinner and a parish meeting with reports from nearly everyone in the parish. Eucharist with an Agape. A good Lord's Day!
Babbett's Feast arrived today and we watch it tonight.
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