Some Sound Advice

When we were in Boston, we had a pastor who advised us to ask for our inheritances in order to stay there. We had years of Lents and Advents without mention of Palm Sunday or an Advent Wreath. And he told us that our marriage seemed unstable. Now none of this is wrong, per se. But I can tell you for sure that none of this advice was good for us.

So, when Boston rents were too high, we moved back to PA. We have come to observe the Liturgical Seasons with great detail and reverence. And we work at our marriage as though it's being tested by epic monsters.

But there is some advice that he gave us that has been good. In Cambridge, where you have the world's best and brightest. And in its pews, our church held some of the most intense and work-driven believers. Our pastor preached about this distinction: Our approach to daily work, whatever it is, is not to be dogged and driven so that at the end you can rest. Our work should be OUT OF REST. That we have great comfort in the approval and love of God--- we should work with that in mind. We should work with that glorious end in mind.

So, this is my treatise on why I have only just now awakened from the most glorious nap. I dreamt about my amazing friend Craig and his Harlem apartment with coloring-book walls crossed with my Human Personality professor played by Jeff Bridges falling over in a rocking chair and then oddly my childhood best friend's Dad played by Oliver Platt telling me which bread to buy at Giant. Also in the dream-- my deaf cousin had this beautiful baby, whom wept when I met her. She had this great bow in her hair that was made of fishnet. And also was my theologian/poet cousin who was trying to work for Craig. It was such a juicy dream, so many souls I got to visit. I woke up in a hilarious drool puddle, my calendar buried beneath Geoff's hip, the week's menu is down in there somewhere.

Okay, more later. We're going to Dodgeball Practice!