Yesterday, after what I’d consider a successful day of classes, I needed to ride the Far West Shuttle (FW) from the campus back home. My 6:30-9:30 p.m. class released a little early and when I arrived at the stop, a bus was already there. Sadly too, it was already quite full.
I entered through the rear doors and discovered the only place to stand is in that yellow “do not stand” zone by the doors. Not wanting to wait 40 minutes until the next shuttle, I decided to bear it out.
The shuttle tore through Austin on the way to Far West and I’m usually quite fine with a quick bus. However, when one hand is holding onto the seat in front of me and my right shoulder keeps slightly pushing the doors of the bus open, it is a bit scary.
I made it home without major problem and now I’m off to start day two.
don’t fall off the bus
the powerless invitation
The deacon is one who waits. He is never in charge. He is the servant of others–of God, of his bishops, of the congregation. He is a voice: it is his task to read the Lord’s Gospel, not his own….He is a servant: it is his task to wait at the Lord’s table….It is others who preside; he is the waiter, the attendant. Is there anything at all that is peculiar to the deacon? Is he given powers that are given to no one else? The answer is “No.” There is notihng he can do which nobody else can do. But that is just what is distinctive about him. He has no power. He is a servant. he is entrusted with the ministry of Christ who washes his servants’ feet. He embodies the service of the Lord who has made himself the servant of us all.
— Anglican bishop-theologian Mark Santer.
the new place, part 1
I’m slowly getting everything unpacked at my new place and now as I pack a quick bag to take on a three-day retreat I’m coordinating up in Belton, I noticed something.
I love that natural light can bathe me and my room in the morning.
I hate that I had to wake up before that could happen this morning.
my annual move
I’m in the middle of packing and moving to my new place and just finished packing away all of my books. Every year, I rediscover books that I completely forgot that I own. It has been really bad this year since most of my books were on shelves in the back of my closet.
Next year, they will all be displayed in the open so perhaps I’ll get around to skimming one or two of my “lost” books.
