I am in the midst of a fairly intense week, with final papers due tomorrow (half done) and Thursday (eh...I pretty much know where I'm going with it...denial is my friend, etc.) evenings. So, still not a lot of time for words here, though many are percolating.
For readers who might be newer to the blog, I sometimes preach at my church. At first it was part of my vocational training, and now I am a staff person there and so am called upon in that capacity to provide a homily now and then. It's a lot more fun this way, because I don't have to have a meeting for feedback afterward. I have a strong love/hate relationship with feedback. Anyways, back in September I agreed to do the homily at Thanksgiving Day mass, and I am proud to report that despite the roller-coaster that my life has been since then I did manage to get up and say something that those in attendance assured me was not complete jibberish.
It's here, if you are interested. And yes, it is adoption and Baby J heavy because it is immensely challenging for me to focus on anything else. I chose to preach on the gospel reading, my church follows a pre-determined lectionary, because the Old Testament selection would have reduced me to open weeping and I don't do open weeping in front of a church full of people. If you are curious, the text I did not preach on is this one.