Since childhood, I have been a devotee of Episcopal summer camp experience.
When we read Bible stories, we always want to cast ourselves as favorably as possible. Sure, we might not be the Forgiving Father – that’s clearly Jesus casting himself in his story, right? – but we could at least be the forgiven son. Except we usually aren’t.
Today we celebrate the Feast of the Annunciation, the moment when God sends an angel to a young, unknown, unimportant Jewish woman to announce that she will bear the Savior.
You will encounter challenging rocks that stand in your way, and you’ll have days of drought, but focus on staying in good soil, so that you will continue to bloom toward Jesus.
I don’t advise taking the trash out at midnight in sleet conditions.