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Wednesday Wanderings

A little journey through this topsy-turvy journey of joys and sorrows and hopes and dreams with plenty of grace from God along the way.

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In recognition of our upcoming Vacation Bible School next week, with the theme “Road Trip: On the Go with God,” hopefully one of the inspirations for the big kids of Divinity and beyond is considering some of our own cherished road trips in our lifetime. For as much as we children of God of all ages are fully aware that we are on this beautiful and scary and captivating and terrifying and majestic and heart-wrenching life-long “road trip” with God, it is rather re-assuring to know that we have other joint-journey venturers to go alongside us. The ones who will serve as the visible sings of God’s love, the tangible upliftings of God’s compassion, the in-the-flesh embodiment of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The ones who will allow us to long for the eternal destination of this mortal undertaking, but to also inspire us to believe that there just might be a precious bit of heaven on this earth as well.

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This weekend, I’ll be presiding over my niece’s wedding. An honor, to be sure, but yes…it’s this weekend. The first Saturday evening and Sunday morning we’ll gather without our beloved Pastor Doug following his 22 years of ministry with us. Needless to say, it isn’t the best weekend to be gone during the immediacy of ministry transition and all, but the wedding venues that fervently drive the nuptial industry don’t care about such things. This will be the place that wonderful and love-filled memories will be made to last a lifetime for the bride and groom and family and friends, and that is what matters most.

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Ah, the potluck. The Lutherans proudly claim ownership over the culinary art, but I have a feeling the Methodists, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, our best friend Catholics, and all the rest of humanity know how to maximize on the opportunity to partake of numerous savory nourishments. Nevertheless, we Lutherans will still insist that we have perfected the casseroles and pies and fruit punches to marvel all the tastebuds in fellowship halls all over the world.

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It is believed to be one of the most photographed places in all of Ireland (including Northern Ireland), rivaling that of the Cliffs of Moher, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Trinity College, and numerous castles and the greenest scenery imaginable. Approaching the northeastern most edge of the Emerald Isle are these trees that appear rather surreal. They are called the Dark Hedges: scores of beech trees alongside a road that led to a Gregorian style mansion, as the owner attempted to mesmerize his guests while they ventured towards his home. It is believed they were planted around 1775, taking generations for them to create this visual masterpiece of the natural world.

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I can’t remember when the tradition started, but it’s usually the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend that my one aunt and some of her family make the trip from Columbus to the farm where she, my other aunt, and my dad grew up with my grandparents. She meets up with my mom and whomever else can join at one of the town cemeteries, where my grandparents, and other family from generations past, are buried. They bring flowers and take care of those precious resting places. Of course, it’s not only about pulling some weeds and planting in some natural forms of new life on the site of mortality. It’s about sharing stories and laughter and joy over memories and of on-going family love-filled moments.