We had a vestry retreat today, our first chance to gather with the new rector for a more relaxed and open-ended discussion since her arrival four months ago. An excellent moderator furnished by the diocese helped us reconnect to the bigger questions of mission and vision which had animated the long search process. Though all progressive churches are facing challenges, the sense of possibility was thrilling. We've got something great going in our progressive tradition and in the Soup Kitchen's incredible witness, with much talent and commitment to keeping them strong. The term "oasis" came up several times
In the background, though, creeping out into the open during informal breaks and lunch, was the desertifying moment we're in. People described being nearly crippled with dread about the upcoming midterms. I'm in a low-level panic all the time said one. Another described the "old ladies" she quilts with as being on edge in a way she's never seen. Oases are emerging all around. And we pray that the better angels brake the pace of the destruction of the world we love, roused by this moment of urgent need. For as long as these cruel bullies are unchecked there's literally no worst case scenario.
