So just when I am pretty sure that no one remembers this blog, I get a comment from someone named 'misere'. Partner that with the deepest of longings in my heart to re-examine my call as my faith community tries to re-think how we do ministry. So here I am.
I used to be on the other side of this debate that we call free market economy. I had it good, to understate things a bit. Not so much that I had to worry weather or not the FDIC will cover me, mind you, but I got by on more than I needed and wasted more than my fair share of resources.
I squandered what I had, hit rock bottom financially and in the process figured out who I am in the deepest, soul-searching way. Having nothing more to lose, I asked God to remove the scales from my eyes and to show me a different way, the way of love. Now that I see, I can not un-know what I know. Those that I left on the other side of the debate think I have sold out, that I enable others to rely on the safety-net systems of our society. I pray that one day that they can see things as they really are.....
I have been trying to figure out how my call is changing as I am struggling through a spiritual dry spell. Trying to make a difference in the lives of all that I meet in the midst of this time of great uncertainty that we all are facing, some of us ridiculously more so than others. In the midst of this train wreck that we call free market democracy, we are bound in chains and are waiting for something other than excrement to trickle down, yet hope springs forth in what might be. How will I instill hope in others?