Hooboy. It's early. At my house, the college student is in final packing stages, just about ready to load the car and go. The other children are eager to do some back-to-school shopping. My sermon on James? The same sort of gleam in my eye they once were.
As we get ready for Sunday School to start, I am thinking about this quote that came with our wonderful Seasons of the Spirit curriculum:
If I’m not for me, who will be?
If I’m only for me, what am I?
And if not now, when?
(Words adapted from Hebrew Pirkei Avot)
A baby who cries for nourishment and comfort has an instinct for the first of these, but how do we begin to contemplate the second? I think I'll be talking about the role church plays not only in our youngest Sunday School class but ideally throughout our lives in answering that question. Let's hope that sounds sensible when I am wide awake.
I'm getting ready to grind some coffee beans in the Official St. Casserole Coffee Grinder, and I'll put on some water for tea, too. Anybody bring bagels?