Joy is not the absence of sadness.Joy is not about having fun, or about being happy.
You can't buy joy, or borrow it.
You can't create joy.
Joy simply comes,
unbidden,
unearned,
a gift.
Rudolf Otto wrote about the "mysterium tremendum," the wonderful and awe-full mystery that many call God. Mixed in with the wonderful, though, is some just plain awful.
To say "I'm sorry" is to express what is already known to God.Trijn Touber
Most churchgoers don’t know what to reasonably expect from their pastor. Who can blame them? The church doesn’t provide a consumer’s guide and - as yet - there’s no “Clergy for Dummies.” As a pastor who has served both in- and outside the local church for over twenty years, I offer these observations:
Your pastor is not perfect. If he acts that way, or expects it of you, refer him to the 12-step meeting in your church basement. (Ditto, if you expect your pastor to be perfect.)Your pastor doesn’t have all the answers. If she did, she’d be God. She’s a human being, who - like you - is seeking to live faithfully in a world that’s broken.
Be suspicious of a pastor who smiles all the time. Pastors with a healthy emotional life will be present to pain and upset, as well as joy. Life is not a bowl of cherries.
Your pastor is not your mother, sister, father, cousin, or any other significant person from your past. This is important, since the feelings you have for others often get projected onto a pastor. If you’re upset your pastor has left on vacation, ask yourself, “Am I feeling abandoned? If so, what experience in the past does this remind me of?“ Pastors really do work more than one hour a week and – like everyone else - need time apart.
You, alone, are responsible for your relationship with God. Your pastor can help you discern the obstacles you’ve placed between yourself and God, as well as the steps you can take to re-connect (e.g., prayer, worship, reading scripture, acts of mercy, fellowship, service, meditation). Any intimate relationship requires trust, commitment, presence, and a willingness to both talk and listen.
Don’t be disappointed if “Onward Christian Soldiers” is not your pastor’s favorite hymn. If he’s honest, he’ll tell you he thinks the lyrics are militaristic and contrary to Jesus’ teachings. He may also be opposed to displaying the US flag in the sanctuary, reciting the pledge of allegiance during Vacation Bible School, and singing “God Bless America” in worship. This is a church, not an American Legion hall.
Also, don’t expect your pastor to demonize homosexuals or "illegal aliens". She’ll have to pray for help in forgiving you, and that only adds to her workload. It’s difficult to like people who think of and/or treat others like objects or things.
Great preachers are like great batters. They don’t always hit a homerun. It’s exciting when it happens, but the sport would be boring if there were no walks or strikes.
Finally, how do you treat your pastor? Do you ask too much? not enough? Are you merciful and honest? Ornry or condemnatory? Most likely, that’s how you treat yourself, your neighbor and your God.
PS: God works in some not-so-mysterious ways. Take your meds.
The author of “The 150 Healthiest Foods on Earth,” Dr. Jonny Bowden, put together for the NYTimes a list of the 11 best foods that you and I, most likely, aren’t eating:
Waking up in a Medivac en route to a trauma hospital puts you in touch with your mortality. In 1997, I broke my femur in half in a moped accident on Nantucket. Following surgery in Boston, I convalesced at home, with time to reflect on what I still hoped to do/accomplish over the next 40 years (given the average life expectancy of Caucasian women in the US.) I penned a 40 year plan, which I periodically update. The most recent additions: hug a panda, cross the plains of Mongolia (where eagle masters still practice their craft), visit Morocco and the Sahara, use more of my right--and less of my left--brain. Surrender. Love, love, love. 
Friar Cesare Bonizzi, aka Fratello Metallo (Metal Friar), is about to release his second album "Misteri" (or mysteries) on a punk label. It was inspired by a group of Italian women singing about Jesus' mother Mary. Fratello Metallo wowed fans at last year's "Gods of Metal" concert, playing alongside Iron Maiden.
Whirling Dervishes trace their origin to the 13th century Ottoman Empire. The Dervishes are Sufis, the mystical branch of Islam. They celebrate the birth of Jelaluddin Mevlana Rumi, a mystic poet, on December 17. When they whirl, energy from above enters through the right palm, passes through the body and the left palm into the Earth.
Watching a marvelous film"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so that you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave."
from "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert
I agree with Iran's prosecutor general (!) on one point: his country should be alarmed by the influx of Barbie dolls. Ghorban-Ali Dorri Najafabad thinks Barbie, among other imported Western toys, poses a threat to "children and young people whose personality is in the process of being formed."
The Church of England's General Synod voted this week to allow women to be bishops. I'm intrigued with the outcry against the vote. Is not the English monarch, the Defender of the Faith, a woman? But (sigh) I'm being too logical. I've forgotten that hierarchies rooted in Rome are suffused with misogyny and sexism. Plus, many Anglicans consider themselves Anglo-Catholics; they fear the move will nix a hoped for reconciliation between the Anglican and Roman Catholic churches. Once again there is talk of a schism within the Anglican communion.
Maggie, our intrepid swimmer, who's built as solid as a gymnastic vault, is having surgery this morning. (So, please, say a prayer for her and for her surgeon, Dr. John.) She ruptured the cruciate ligament in her right leg and will be walking on three paws for the next two weeks. Then, it's leash-only activity for 6 weeks. All of which is difficult to imagine, because Maggie has been "strong like bull" since she was a puppy. It's painful to see her so vulnerable.
Maggie, our black lab, has dug a pit beneath the picnic table. She dips, flips, and rolls herself in the loose dirt, like Shake-n-Bake, until covered.