Egg Casserole

My first effort this morning was to meditate on the gospel for today, in which Jesus, in the synagogue at Nazareth, reads aloud from Isaiah, then comments, "Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing." Our reading ends there, but Luke carries it farther into an ugly confrontation between Jesus and the men in the synagogue; with Luke opening his agenda that Jesus was one with the prophets of old, rejected by his people right from the start, beginning in Nazareth. It is a gospel in which that rejection is carried over into Luke's book of the Acts of the Apostles, such that the gospel is finally offered to the Gentiles, who unlike Jesus own people will accept him as God's anointed one.     

Linda is making egg casseroles for this morning’s parish breakfast, hosted by the staff. My task is to avoid cheating and eating some early here at home. 

Eight o’clock Eucharist then breakfast and annual parish meeting, therefore we will not have adult Sunday School today. Annual parish meeting, then ten-thirty Eucharist. Don’t tell Linda, who though not on staff is doing my share of cooking, this looks like an easy day for me. 

One of the many joys of this my final parish ministry is being in charge of nothing, but enjoying a retirement of helping out if, as, and when needed. Nobody’s assistant thank you very much, my title is associate, which means whatever we intend it to mean from time to time. Not unlike Humpty Dumpty telling Alice, “When I use a word it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less.” 

So, what does an associate do? Whatever.

Everyone should be so blessed in retirement.

Failing my original posting intent, yesterday's funeral homily is posted instead: The Greatest Morning In History.

Which is to say, "keep scrolling down."

Pax and amen.

Tom