Sunrise is coming…

The texts for Sunday, September 18, 2011 were: Jonah 3:10—4:11; Psalm 145:1–8; Philippians 1:21–30; and Matthew 20:1–16.

“Sunrise is coming,” she said.

That was the only response I got when I asked if it was worth it. If it was worth working through the night. If it was worth waiting in the long, painful hours—waiting with those who hurt and cried in pain.

“Sunrise is coming.”

Well, yeah, sure. But sunrise is going to come whether I sleep or not. The sun is going to shine on the pillows of those who’ve rested oblivious to the world around them this long night. The sun is going to shine on the pillows of those who’ve rested fitfully or paced the floor some with a crying child or suffered a little.

The sun is going to shine the same on us all no matter how we spent the night. …

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I am, well ... me. I am probably most defined by my diversity of experiences: I have lived in three countries and visited (or lived on) six continents. I love to garden and take pictures and think about theology (and grace and justice and all that jazz) and I love Jazz (and a whole lot of other music too) ... and I do yoga and go hiking and enjoy meeting new people and talking international politics and working on justice issues and watching wildlife in my yard and wandering in NYC and kayaking. I especially love sitting in coffee shops and talking to friends. I hate sitting in my office. Oh, and they call me "Pastor," at least some of the time. View more posts