I’ve been preaching at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church this week, a different sermon every day, and I find that between that and my regular duties blogging has fallen off the to-do list. Let me share a paragraph from my St. Paul’s preaching, just so you can get a feel for what I’ve been up to:
Yesterday I told the story of the time my daughter and I built a sandcastle too close to the ocean, and how we were surprised when the first wave lapped up against the walls. That story was a metaphor of the way the rising tide of a changing culture is threatening the institutional church. And in the same way my daughter said, “Daddy, do something!” churches seem to want their leaders to do something to save the institution, to reverse the flow of culture, to make it 1955 again. My daughter and I did what we could to save our sandcastle: we built a huge floodwall and dug a moat. We joined hands, faced the water, and said, “Go away waves!” But there was a whole ocean out there, and the tide was coming in. In the end our beautiful castle crumbled and the waves washed it away. My daughter looked up at me and said, “Now what?” and I said, “Let’s go swimming.” That’s what I want to talk about today, about how to stop building floodwalls and digging moats around our churches, about how to stop joining hands and telling the rising tide of culture to “go away.” I want to talk about how to wade out into the world God loves and learn how to swim.
More later. Thanks for your patience.