Friday, August 12, 2011

Pentecost 8a - conclusion

My son Joshua is lamenting yesterday’s sudden drop in temperature that by three degrees and two days denied Fort Worth, TX the record set in 1980 of forty two consecutive triple digit days. The sentiment is not lost on me and truth to be told if you have to endure forty days of hell on earth you want to have some bragging rights in purgatory. But then records are set to be broken and if this one is like all the others I hope to spend the record setting summer in Alaska while my son sweats in west Texas singing Queen’s immortal rock anthem “we are the champions, my friends…” Isaiah imagines the record set by the Mosaic Law broken as those denied access to the God of Israel are given a home. The psalmist sings the prayers of farmers across Texas that the land refreshed by rain would yield its increase. Paul proclaims the divisions of creed and culture erased like a record broken and forgotten. And Jesus, a living parable, sets a new record no one thought could be broken except a desperate woman who for the sake of her daughter was willing to be called a dog, even by the Savior of the world.

1 comment:

  1. Great photo, Josh. You look ready for living in Cisco.