Advent Update 4

Advent is turning into a shipwreck. No piety, very little contemplation. M and I haven't even wrenched the time out to sit and talk about it regularly.

One reason is that other good things are happening. My day job is suddenly demanding, and Unda Water has taken off like a VTOL craft.

We just got the thing out of the hangar, and I'm already running behind it, waving my arms at its silhouette. And I'm supposed to be the pilot. (The link to the Web site was added unobtrusively in the links column a couple of days ago. Check us out!)

Lately, it seems like Yoda's bon mot is reversed:
There is no do. There is only try.

But it's cell night again, and I'm leading again. Time to try again.

Tonight's reading is from a guy named William Willimon, whose name M and I titter at ("Willimon, I choose you!") , though he's pretty impressive. He preaches in Birmingham, Alabama, where I lived for 8 years, and had no idea such an august personage set foot. Willimon was named by a 1996 Baylor University survey as one of the 12 best preachers in the English speaking world.

Which leads one to wonder how they stack up against the non-English speakers.

Either way, the thrust of his essay, that we just kind of have to suck it up and accept grace -- we are none of us self-made -- is timely for me, if no one else. And his blog is pretty good too. That man can think. Check him out.