Ever since Stefanie’s sermon a couple of weeks ago about the healing of Peter’s mother, when she introduced the idea of six-word memoirs (remember? Because Jesus resurrected her, she served?), a lot of us have been composing pithy summaries of our experiences of God, the pandemic, or just what we are feeling in the moment. For example: Feeling lonesome; have mask; will drive. So many desserts; so little time.
Earlier this week, when I sat down with today’s Gospel reading, I got to imagining what Peter might have come up with, when Jesus started talking about the Son of Man needing to suffer and die, and his followers needing to deny themselves and take up crosses. And the six words that almost immediately came to me were Not what I signed up for... (read more)
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