There’s something about the last week of August that bums me out. The other day, I woke up at the same time I normally do, and it felt like it was darker outside. I mean, it was—we passed the equinox a month ago, I get that—but within a week, it suddenly feels like it’s almost Christmas.
Only seventeen more weeks or so, by the way.
From our blessings for the start of the school year to Facebook being inundated with back-to-school pictures to school speed limit signs flashing for hours every day, all I can think of is how the summer’s over. And yes, as I said before, it bums me out a little. Part of it is that I love the summer—I love heat and light, so Texas in July might be intolerable to some, but not me. There’s camps, there’s conferences, there’s folks telling stories of trips and vacations or families and relations. Summer is a time of growth and celebration. And now, for all intents and purposes, it’s autumn.
I know it’s still ten thousand degrees out. I drive a black car—trust me, I know.
But I have no reason to be bummed except for my habitual ontology. The rest of 2015 here at Midway Hills is going to be spectacular. We have three weddings of congregation members coming down the pike—and Angi Brown, I note that I have eight weddings overall before the end of the year; you still want to race? We’re gearing up for the Pride Parade, making preparations for World Communion Sunday and All Saint’s. The youth groups and choir are back in full swing, and this place is rocking. I can’t wait to knock out the rest of this year with y’all as a community of faith that does justice, is inclusive, and honors diversity. And I can’t wait to see where we go next.
I’m working on my sermon for Sunday, “Give Love a Chance.” Peace (and justice) are what we are called to work for; reconciliation is the soul of peace, mercy and compassion are the acts of reconciliation, and the only progenitor of compassion is love. First John tells us that God is love, Jesus tells us we are to love, the Spirit is conducive towards it. So, this Sunday, we’ll get a refresher for what we’re doing and why we’re called to find strength, courage, hope and joy in each other, those we love and even those we don’t. And I hope it’ll be a bright, hot, sunny day on Sunday—I bet it will be. I look forward to seeing you then.