Presby-Musings

I am living in a hotel room this week. The wallpaper in my hotel room is textured, and patterned to look sort of like bamboo or rattan or something. It was hung circa 1989, along with the colorful parrot portraits that preside over the two full sized beds in the room.  Said beds are festooned with perhaps the most garish bedspread I have ever seen in my life. Check that.  I've seen worse.  I'm pretty sure Elvis had one more garish in the Jungle Room at Graceland---I saw a photo once. The television in the room was state of the art----never.  It's one step lower than the sort of set that I had when I was a kid that had a dial on it to change the channel to one of the three channels (if you didn't count the UHF channels) that were on television. And I am listening to Taylor Swift . How did I get here?  When did I begin to settle for this sort of thing?  I am terrified of what this room would look like if I pulled out a portable black light and ...

At one point I sort of envisioned that this blog would be a place where I was able to pour out bite sized nuggets of life lessons and theological reflections that occurred to me from time to time.  It became a repository for a lot of book reviews (which I am hopelessly behind on doing---I think I have like 20 or more to review, which is daunting to say the least) and my sermon blog.  Not that these are bad things to write about...  I just seem to find myself behind the eight ball more often than not, especially of late.  With all of the demands of being the Senior (and only) pastor of a large congregation, a husband, and the  father to three boys I've discovered that I don't have a lot of time for creating bite-sized nuggets of life lessons, theological reflections or even book reviews.  On top of everything else, I am going back to school to work on my doctor of ministry and I have a couple of papers to write beforehand.  So why am I telling ...