There are two things I know and here is the first thing: Either way you talk about this furlough thing it does not quite sound positive. “Ah, you know me I am just on a leave of absence.” “Me, yep, I am on a temporary release.” Even worse though is the verb form because it is being done to you.
I can mess up a song, bungle the liturgy, thank the wrong person for something, and announce a prayer request that was not for the whole congregation but I can only fail if I have done the one thing I have clearly been tasked in doing.
Dear Teammates, I have good news and that is all. Our Visa's came through yesterday which means many great things. It means we can live within the law and within South Africa. It means that I (Wade) am also within the law to leave South Africa and return. It means that the South African McComas…
A River Runs Through It, I cry every year. (Twice in 2017). Islands in the Stream, tears. The Old Man and the Sea, goner. Big Two Hearted River, I am actually welling up writing the title. Moby Dick? I only read that once (except the Jonah Sermon) and it drove me to tears and borderline madness. I am not a fisherman but the trope has me.
This is obviously a hot topic in the States right now and perennially fresh here in South Africa. The Church here is daily divided and injured by the continual division and injury in the world that surrounds it. Unbiblical understandings of division by skin color and economic status are continually assumed and incidentally catechizing church bodies to keep things safe by keeping them separate.
Welcome to 2018: A Review and Look Forward