June 9th, 2002


I got sunshine (in a bag)

Jesus proclaims unlimited forgiveness, not the excoriation of sinners. He hands our the resurrection of the body, not spiritual perfection in some alien heaven. He comes to us in the brokenness of our health, in the shipwreck of our family lives, in the loss of all possible peace of mind, even in the very thick of our sins. He saves in our disasters not from them. He emphatically does not promise to meet only the odd winner of the self-improvement lottery; he meets us all in our endless and inescabable losing.

—Robert Farrar Capon

Already such beauty in this day. Was deeply cared for by my Lord last night, His Spirit my comforter. He knows the needs of my heart, a river in the parched places. Woke this morning with readiness and burgeoning joy. Our weather today is gorgeous, and I am infected with a gratitude that spreads to nearly every thought.

Set-up and launch of first service was smooth as could be; I'm now in the midst of my coffee break. A couple of great Victrola moments: an invite to the bon voyage party for Courtney and Melissa, and a traded smile and hello with the beautiful, gentle-looking woman behind me in line. She's caught my eye before— I am a silly, shallow man, but a happy one.

The rest of the day looks good to me: serving and worship the rest of the morning, an hour of Deep Space Nine, various household tasks and preparation for the final Staff Meeting at my apartment tomorrow, and finishing The Sacred Romance. Yet my joy is in none of the doing, but in the being— the being with my Lord, the being known and loved. I fear my description falls flat.

I still long. But I also trust and hope. He is drawing me so very close, and I cannot even imagine how maginficently He will come through for me.

P.S. The gentle-looking woman is writing in a large spiral journal with a red pen. I want to read it. LiveJournal has spoiled me.
  • Current Music
    Something French...

Adventures in grocery shopping

With dishes done, laundry drying, and DS9 watched, I decided to go to my friendly neighborhood Safeway, a scant three-minute walk from my apartment. Attired in my loungey-pants (their first outing of the season), white t, white socks, and sandals, I ventured forth with my two canvas shopping bags, coupons in my pocket, and my Palm (which held today's list). I can be a geek even when I get groceries.

On the way in, I noticed that my formerly 24-hour Safeway is revising their hours to 5 am to 1 am daily. If this has an impact on my life, I have issues.

Filling my sacks like some kind of food burglar, I hear a man mumbling beside me in the dairy aisle:
"mumblemumble...a deal on those groceries?"


"Want to get a deal on those groceries? See, I need to get money for cigarettes and stuff and I could..."

"Uhm, no thanks. That's alright."
Don't even know what kind of scam it could be— just didn't want any of it.

Got lunch food, apple juice (which the checkout lady darn near dropped— plastic is a wonderful, magical thing), and things for tomorrow's Staff Meeting, including supplies for the Chex Mix of Death, nachos to go with the World's Greatest Guacamole (which Connor says may make an appearance, complete with secret ingredient), and a bottle of merlot. I will probably go back for more beverages later today.

Upon returning, pulled my warm, dry clothes from the dryer. A guy was there washing something in the big sink— dude was funky, and not in a jazz kinda way. There are sometimes good reasons to do laundry.
  • Current Music
    Billy Kyle (piano) on KPLU