I had planned to move my blog to WordPress because they have better templates, still do, but its harder to post and so I’m back. I guess its just a guy’s perogative to change his mind.

Another terrible school shooting, this time in Ohio and you can hear the clock ticking.

How long will it be before you hear the activists seize on this tragedy and demand less guns or more school counselors or cameras in schools. Amazing, though, you’d think by now with all these programs and laws and such in place that all would be well, or at least even on the way to well.

But none of it, as well intentioned (or not) as it might be will matter until there is a moral revolution, a revolution of the heart. You cannot take morality out of a society and expect that something else, something more sinister will not fill the void. It has, it will, and we continue on this path to our peril if we do not wake up and realize that all the laws in the world will not make a difference if a person is not transformed within. Take away the guns they will still murder, take away the murder from the human heart and guns will gather rust.

In that line of thought it may be good to say one more thing. Critics of Christianity speak often of the violence caused by religion. They ignore, of course, the reality that nations and people have used Christianity and distorted it to justify violence and that Christianity is not the actual source of the violence and they carefully forget one more important question. How many violent acts have NOT been committed because of Christianity? How many times in the history of the world has a violent thought or consideration come to mind that the moral framework of Christian faith has redirected towards better solutions? Unfortunately there’s no real way outside of anecdote to measure this but one thing seems certain, where Christian faith is truly and rightly practiced violence decreases and that’s where the revolution must begin.

As per usual this time of year the vistas along Highway 61 are radiant with the colors of fall. (Yes, that’s really a picture) From the sky I imagine it looks like blotches of paint have been dropped to Earth by angels transforming the trees and the whole world with shades of red and orange and yellow.

It’s a good time to drive, listen to the radio, and let the tires roll the miles away. I suspect that if I had to drive to some other place these journeys would have long ago grown tiresome. It wouldn’t be the same to live, for example, in Phoenix and drive two hours over the open desert. Along my particular road there are hills and valleys with small towns as the highway winds along the Mississippi River. At places you drive through a tunnel of trees and in others the road clings to a high point on a bluff and you can see the fire and light on the Wisconsin side.

It’s Monday, the time for tired, the time for trying to catch a breather, the time when for a minute or two you realize that you’ve been at this for over two years, every Saturday south on Highway 61. Just this year a 30,000 mile car has become a 50,000 mile car and the people at Microtel know my voice on the phone. I know just where it’s hard to get cell phone service and just how far north you can drive before WKTY and the Packer’s game fades out. Lake City has a Dairy Queen that serves twist cones and the gas is always cheapest in Red Wing. And when Dresbach emerges on the way I know I’m almost there.

Some day there’ll be no more need to make this run and I sometimes wonder what I’ll do when I can make to church in a few minutes and sleep in my own bed on Saturday. We’ll see. Until then the colors are vivid, the road is open, and there’s work to do; White bear Avenue to Interstate 94, left on Highway 61 and two and a half hours south to St. Elias.

I was driving home this weekend, thinking about things and it occurred to me. We Priests get credit for a lot of things where God is actually doing the heavy lifting.

It’s not that we do nothing, we do a lot, but when we pray for a child and they get better we often get the credit but it was God who healed. When we preach we use our skill but true inspiration comes from heaven. Our words of counsel when they are at their best only mouth what God has revealed. It may be that our basic task as Priest’s is to simply pay attention to God and then pass that gift on and maybe more often then not its just to get out of God’s way.

An article by Phillip Jenkins about the “next Christianity” and the future of the Faith.

One of the things we Americans do is think of Christianity on our terms and rarely see the larger global context. Jenkin’s article is important to help us refocus and see the emergence of Christianity in the world outside our cultural and physical borders.

What do you think?

If you spend time at all on line you know there are a zillion sites all about this and that and who’s doing what to whom and pro and con on just about anything. It’s a world of complaints. It’s depressing, a lot. Everyone has a sword, no one a plowshare.

There seems to be be several choices. Ignore it all and hope it goes away. Thrive on it and live for the daily combat and gotcha scores. Enjoy it as some kind of sign of the coming apocalypse in which you and yours will be safely snatched away so that God can burn a few billion folks to set the score right. Or do something about it.

As terrible as these times may seem, and some of the darkness of these days has little to do with a sheer amount of darkness but rather about how we get to witness it all over and over again in a 24 hour media world, it’s also a good time to be a Christian. We’re free from the burden of being the culture. The powers that be are not us and frankly they’re making a huge mess of it all. In time the sheer volume of pain will wake up a society still drowsy from all its drugs (materialism, relativism, etc.) and our moment will arrive.

Will we be ready? Will I? When the world seeks answers will they find them among us? I hope so. Because what the world needs now is not more wallowing in its own painful filth or another hundred dead ends. What the world needs now is a way out, something better, and that’s all about Jesus Christ.

Orthodoxy Today

Frederica Matthewes Green on men and Orthodoxy.

Standing at my first Baptist church and with

Bp. MARK this past weekend.