The swing

There's something about a swing that I love. The motion is soothing but a little bit exciting at the same time. You are in control of how high you go but you have to go with the flow on speed and direction. So you can imagine my excitement when 2/3 of the way up a hill Laurie made me climb I found a swing just hanging from a tree begging to be ridden.

And so I got to swing for a few minutes and feel inspired by the motion while looking over Barcelona from high above the city.

Then we got back on the trail to the top of the hill, which was totally worth the climb. We could see all of Barcelona from the hills to the Mediterranean Sea. What a beautiful day.

         

Barcelona wandering

We made it! We are in Barcelona with three days of sightseeing in front of us. After checking into our hostel (Casa Gracía, in case you are heading this way) Laurie and I decided to take a walk to shake off the long cramped plane ride and try to stay awake until nighttime. That little walk became about five miles as we walked up and down alleys and through Plaça de Catalunya.

 

We wrapped up our walk with a lovely late (for us, not for Barcelona) dinner around 9:30 and fell into bed. Wednesday we will explore some of Gaudi's works, but here is a taste.

Vacation!

Wow, I have not written anything here for eight years!  I mean I have half-written a handful of drafts, but nothing worth publishing.  In some of them I apparently drifted off midsentence.  I would like to pretend that this isn't like me, but...

So after debating cutting ties with this blog and starting a new one, I decided to stick with this one.  My path still takes strange and interesting twists, so it seems worthwhile to stick with the twisting path.  So here we go.

I am heading off on vacation tomorrow, the longest vacation of my adult life.  Three whole weeks!  My friend Laurie and I have loaded up our backpacks with less than the 10 kg we are allowed, and tomorrow we fly to Barcelona.  When we have had our fill we head to Italy to go all the places.  Okay not *all* the places, but as many as we can reasonably see in 15 days.

In other news, I handled my shopping at Chavez Market completely in Spanish this week, so clearly I'm ready for Spain.  Italy on the other hand...the only words I know in Italian are "pizza" and "gelato."  Of course maybe that's all I need :-)

I will try to post pictures and travel stories as we come across connection to the internet.

Here we go!

Two out of three ain't bad...

Hold on to your seats. We are about to plunge into the depths of my personal theology. Or heresy. Maybe both.

During a class break today, my professor asked me about a tragic event in the life of one of my close friends. It raised the classic question, "Why do bad things happen to good people (or really any people)?" She (the professor) expressed this rhetorically, but I was compelled to answer. Well, I didn't answer the posed question. I don't know why bad things happen. My answer was to the question of where God is and how we relate to God when bad things happen.

Are you ready?

I do not believe that we can have all three omnis. I do not believe that God is omniscient AND omnipotent AND omnibenevolent. In other words, I don't believe that God is all-knowing, all-powerful, AND all good. I believe that any two of the three is possible. I know which two attributes I believe God has, but I will reserve my opinion in the hopes of opening space for conversation.

This generated an intense, but necessarily short, discussion which lasted until the lecture resumed and even a few moments into the lecture. I hope the discussion continues.

I understand that this theological view comes very close to putting God in a box of my making or making God in my image, but isn't that what we all do? Can any of us conceive of a God completely outside who we need God to be? Can we relate to a God whose attributes we cannot accept?

This is my heresy. So what are your thoughts?

The Most Meaningful Gift of the Year

Last night I dreamed that my friend decided that she and another friend and I were going to experience homelessness. For a defined period of time we would live on the streets. We each had a backpack with some personal items. I had a small amount of money because I had work responsibilities that overlapped the first few days of our time and I needed to be able to meet with people over coffee or lunch. (This is not part of my real-life job, but somehow it was in my dream.)

So on our appointed day, we left our homes and went out into the streets. A couple days later I had two meetings for work, one in an outdoor cafe and one in a fancy restaurant nearby. The people I was meeting knew and respected that I was engaging in this homeless experience, so I knew that my condition would not affect their impression of me. I felt grimy and exhausted. I was hungry and thirsty and most of all lonely. I looked awful.

As I sat in the cafe, eating food that I had paid for, waiting for my companions, a man started loudly asking those around him what I was doing there. Why was I allowed to sit there while others around me were trying to enjoy their repast? Was anyone going to eject me from the area and send me where I belong?

That is when I realized what the hardest part of being homeless was for me. It wasn't hunger or cold. It wasn't being filthy. It wasn't even having this loud man look down on me and wish me gone. The most difficult aspect for me was invisibility. No one looked me in the eyes. No one engaged me in conversation. No one, except those offended by my presence, even acknowledged my existence. I was subhuman.

I never made it to the fancy restaurant. It wasn't worth another humiliation.

I don't need Joseph to interpret this dream. For many, this most wonderful time of the year is the loneliest time of the year. As we are out running our errands and greeting our friends in this busy holiday season, let's acknowledge the humanity of those we see. It might be the most meaningful gift we give.

Transformation: Am I seeking you or are you stalking me?

I have not blogged for almost two months because life has been intense, mostly in wonderful ways but still intense. I have journaled volumes, but haven't written publicly. Thanks, Helen, for reminding me to post.

I am traveling for the Thanksgiving weekend. It's nearing the end of the semester, so I have brought a lot of material to read and an intention to write. On the airplane, squeezed between window and surrounding passengers, I extracted a sheaf of articles and book excerpts and began to read, highlighter and pen in one hand. This week we are reading reconciling reconstructions in soteriology (theology of redemption and reconciliation).

One of the many blessings of seminary is copious opportunity for transformational experiences. Whether we ask for them or not, desire them or avoid them, pray for them or beg for a peaceful interlude without them, these opportunities arise and insist that we pay attention.

When I dove into my stack of reading while packed into an airplane on Wednesday, I really expected to get some homework done. I expected to check off another couple boxes on my Google task list. I really did not expect enter a book excerpt with one understanding of the world and how I fit into it and turn the last page with a radically different understanding.

Ahh...transformation. Once I sought you. Now I believe you are stalking me.

One little book chapter, forty-two pages, of Parker and Nakashima Brock's book, Proverbs of Ashes : Violence, Redemptive Suffering, and the Search for What Saves Us, and how I think about how I fit in the world is totally changed.

I see transformation as a blessing. I am growing into my full authentic self as I accept and even sometimes nurture personal transformation. But it isn't easy. As joyous and wonderful as it is, change is hard. I don't recommend it at 37,000 feet in a crowded plane full of holiday travelers.

Or maybe that's the perfect place for that experience.

Questions

Questions... It seems to me that I am always wrestling with questions, trying to squeeze finite answers out of infinite questions. What should I be when I grow up? Does God exist? Why are Brussels sprouts good for me and ice cream is not?

As I have spent time in seminary engaging questions and finding more questions, I am beginning to wonder. Am I asking the wrong questions? This of course leads to the obvious - What are the *right* questions? Which of course if it has any answer at all will have answers in the form of questions.

So I go on, finding new questions. Who will I be when I grow up? What does it mean to have a relationship with God? How can I expand my understanding of the world? What other questions do I need to ask?