Ministry

A hot summer morning, sound of cicadas beating in the trees, air scented by the aroma of things growing, everywhere.

At church this morning, a number of people made a point of asking how my meeting with the bishop went and were delighted by my report. Some of them were folks I count as my particular friends in that group, but others, expressing support that seemed no less heartfelt, were people I barely know and would not have expected this from.

The bishop asked what I thought a priest did (a deceptively simple, deeply challenging question, I think) and we spoke among other things about presence, that simple business of walking with people. I feel so profoundly ministered to by this community in so many unexpected ways: it is truly, truly humbling.