Sacred work indeed. Methinks our hope may involve being near those we love in these days – some in St. Louis — some wherever the people of God live and work. Thank you, my brother.
I’m going to miss an important event in Methodist history–the called session of the General Conference in St. Louis, February 23-27.
A lot is at stake as delegates wrestle with ways to deal with the important matters of homosexuality and the interpretation of Scripture. The decisions made will chart the denomination’s future for decades.
Missing the conference makes me sad! I feel some guilt for my absence. Although as a retired bishop I have no official duties, I do feel responsible to be present in support of colleagues and delegates.
I know from previous General Conferences that significant things happen apart from the formal sessions. Old friendships are renewed and new ones formed. The vast diversity of the denomination is on full display.
Great music! Outstanding preaching! Challenging speeches! Profound worship!
I’ll miss all of that!
I must forego the experience. But, I’ll be pursuing my current primary vocational calling…
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