I drove from Princeton to Cape May today, to preach at Debra’s installation as Vicar of St. Barnabas, a small church near the southern tip of the Jersey peninsula, and all along the way I saw standing water in streets and fields, streams brimming their banks, muddy rivers, flooded coastal swamps, and more coming down every mile. I wish I could redirect some of it where it’s more needed. . . .
The service, on the other hand, was wonderful — a community amply enthusiastic about their pastor, Bishop Councell demonstrative in his delight with Debra’s ministry, and generous good humor all around. I’ll post the sermon tomorrow; tonight I’m just unwinding.