Monday starts with rapid-fire, that unfortunately is not restricted to symbolism or favor or benefit.
We live in the Austin area. With a couple of interruptions to serve in interim ministries in the Seattle area, we’ve been here since 1997. I’ve always enjoyed the phrase “Keep Austin Weird.” Was told before moving that the character and culture of Austin was a “good fit.”
Today I’m not so sure. And yet, why should Austin be any different? Last night another bomb went off. This happened because two bicyclists hit a trip wire. They were injured but not killed. That’s the 4th incident of a bomb destroying the lives of people. The first three were very evidently loaded with racial intent. Two African/Americans and one Hispanic were victims. So dreadful. Racism cannot be hidden.
Then, I read this morning that an Oregon judge has been suspended for three years without pay because he refused to solemnize a gay couple. I consider that a sign of fairness and justice. And, as referenced many times, the two most negative forces in our county [not to exclude across the world] are racism and homophobia. To quote a friend, I hate both with a perfect hatred. Well, close to it.
With that three very positive realities, which says to me that life, whether we wish or not, is a constant balancing act. Yeah for Jason. He will be transferred tomorrow to the final rehab step before he returns to our home. This is a residency that works primarily with brain injury patients. It’s a miracle, folks. THANKS BE TO GOD…and THANKS BE TO each of you for your prayers, asking God to be a healing presence. We are grateful, especially Jason. His new day has the promise of brightness, so he can embrace life and not be fearful of health challenges. Oh, they’ll still be there, but this journey, since January 7 with the hematoma removal, is a date that began the troubles.
Then, in a personal surprise, I mean that fully, I was able to complete Tricia’s seventh adventure last night, “Living Without Arms.” Will take plenty of time to get it edited, so the verbiage and connecting work well. This novel takes me in a new direction, for Nathan and Tricia, now a married couple serving in a partnered ministry, become pregnant. Their obstetrician tells them their child will be born without arms. Oh, my. A whole new life journey.
So. Monday morning. Life, death, mayhem, goodness, projects. And, as Creighton Yale says [he’s the best friend and mentor to Tricia and Nathan], “it’s not good enough to live in the now. You must also live in the know.”
I hope that happens for each of us. And personally next week when I’m in Portland, gathering with high school graduates from the Jefferson High School Class of 1958, some of whom we haven’t seen each other for 60 years, I won’t weigh the same. But, maybe. That won’t be the focus!!!