+Michael Curry got it right in his sermon this morning. He thanked Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts-Schori for her leadership and ministry over the last nine years. And he said, “This is a woman of God. She has led us with passion. Hers is different from mine, now. I want a little of her cool. She has been God’s gift.”
I’ve spent the last week-plus observing the House of Bishops at work. Cool is a good word for our current Presiding Bishop. As another observer commented to me after a few sessions, “No one can run a meeting like she does.” Conversation in the House of Bishops flows smoothly and cleanly. She knows the rules and communicates them clearly. She maintains order but also camaraderie. She makes sure correct procedure is followed. Since she does not have the same electronic queuing system used by the House of Deputies she has to…
Time – a word used in so many ways. We run out of it, there is too much of it – the world moves at a pace beyond our understanding and yet we are driven to “keep up”. There is never enough time in a day. Twenty four hours are stretched and modern calculations try to explain how we can multitask, adding extra minutes to our already over scheduled days.
We are to believe that time is like property, owned by each of us to manage and arrange as we will. It is what we are taught and often how we structure our lives. Using it so quickly and efficiently, its passing is only realized when we feel the stress of needing more – as if we have ‘run out’ of time.
Really?! For all of the hours and days we fill planning the future, there is little doubt that the best of plans would be tossed aside if a crisis of the heart or faith arose. Standing in a moment awakened by focus, all other time with its finally tuned schedule fades into the background. In an instant, priorities are re-set, the only thing that matters is “now”.
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.