Seventh Sunday after Pentecost
July 28, 2019
Ninth Sunday after Pentecost
August 11, 2019

Eighth Sunday after Pentecost


I have become more and more aware in recent years of how completely without meaning or worth most of my thoughts are. The clutter that my mind can contain. I’ll be driving up State Line Road and I’ll see a Nissan Quest van that looks just like my father-n-law’s and that will remind me of being back home in Jackson and that will remind me of Shucker’s Oyster Bar on the reservoir where I go every time I’m home and that will make me think of fried oysters and that will make me hungry. And then I’m wondering what I’ll have for lunch and on it goes. So much so that if Zoe is in the car with me and asks me one of her classically difficult questions like, “Where does Wi-Fi come from?” I find myself greatly stressed and distracted as if I was doing something very, very important by focusing on my thoughts. [To hear the entire sermon, click on the arrow above.]