Sunday, October 25, 2009 5PM On the deck overlooking the back yard, only a little chilly. Neighbors have turned off their leaf blowers and I can imagine their pride of power and a bright green lawn. crickets and birds, a distant dog’s bark , The sun is behind the top of the trees in the yard now but the green and gold and amber leaves have become incandescent. Reading Wm F. Schulz’s little essay[1] in UU World from last winter. He was head of Amnesty International and exposed to the vicarious experience of unrelenting evil for over a decade. But he spoke also of the grace often on the other side. I began to think of assembling a little sermon on “fear.”
I have a daughter who may or may not have daughters who may or may not have daughters themselves …I have students who may or may not have students, and so on…
Some days, I feel like I have come to the crest of time. An event horizon. Poised at the angle of repose soon to join a cascade over the edge when the flicker of an eyelash a mile away triggers the tipping point.
[1] http://www.uuworld.org/life/articles/121286.shtml