tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post315344362305714392..comments2024-02-22T17:07:38.225-08:00Comments on Diary of an Arts Pastor: On Weasels and Callingw. david o. taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08048604209388355706noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-29779271692666609362009-02-18T18:18:00.000-08:002009-02-18T18:18:00.000-08:00Thank you, Pamela. Hang in there. It'll be worth...Thank you, Pamela. Hang in there. It'll be worth it.w. david o. taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08048604209388355706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-68417095850276455482009-02-17T15:10:00.000-08:002009-02-17T15:10:00.000-08:00I too read this, must have been providential. I am...I too read this, must have been providential. I am struggling with the invitation, with the calling. Wondering if I will ever slog it out of the wilderness and cross into Canaan.I will have to re-read what you wrote, i will be copying and sending this to another who is wondering in the desert as well also pondering, calling....smkyqtzxtlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05462387054057449137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-12149448878761711382009-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:002009-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:00Thank you, Tamara.And happy Valentines to all from...Thank you, Tamara.<BR/><BR/>And happy Valentines to all from the Younger Taylor house.w. david o. taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08048604209388355706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-60024514184106161672009-02-14T06:43:00.000-08:002009-02-14T06:43:00.000-08:00David,I've read this a couple times without commen...David,<BR/><BR/>I've read this a couple times without comment. I think because it hurts (and I mean that in the beautiful sense of the word).<BR/><BR/>Thank you.tamarahillmurphy.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04557381125830169728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-82486686639893841312009-02-13T09:31:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:31:00.000-08:00Thank you, Erin. I do remember you.It's funny. S...Thank you, Erin. I do remember you.<BR/><BR/>It's funny. So much bad news comes our way unbidden, yes? A physical illness, loss of job, a fracture in a relationship, cockroaches in the pantry, a global economic kraft cheese meltdown. We don't ask for bad news. It just comes on its merry own.<BR/><BR/>But so much good news comes unbidden too. My friend Amy has a dream. The dream is given to her by the hinterlands of the subconscious. She writes me an email. I write her back. I go to the library and pull Dillard off the shelf. I read about Weasels. The Weasels stir my emotions. By the end of the day I discover, once again, how much I need to depend--and indeed ask for help--from the people closest to me. That's good news.<BR/><BR/>Did I know that good news would come to me on Wednesday? Nope. But it's good all the same.<BR/><BR/>And now I'm off to the library again to clean up a paper I wrote about Eastern Orthodoxy a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away so I can submit it as a writing sample to Cambridge, my last grad app to go.<BR/><BR/>Good news, bad news, my PG Tips tea is treating me right.w. david o. taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08048604209388355706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-27939220212144931132009-02-13T08:27:00.000-08:002009-02-13T08:27:00.000-08:00David,I'm not sure if you remember me. I was at t...David,<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure if you remember me. I was at the symposium last year, and I came to your garage sale with the Foxes in the summer. I am a pastor and photographer, and the words you wrote here so echo the page that I am on right now.<BR/><BR/>It feels like such a struggle, such pulling teeth... And yet the sure thing is God has called, and that call is an invitation, and that invitation isn't always easy, and this run-on sentence is a thank you... for putting some vocabulary and thoughts to a page so many of us will wrestle time and again.<BR/><BR/>You are blessed with wisdom and perspective. It is heard if not felt. That, I think, is faith.erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816834721500668729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-9278209865554862052009-02-13T06:47:00.000-08:002009-02-13T06:47:00.000-08:00Brian, we shouldn't live so far away from each oth...Brian, we shouldn't live so far away from each other. Why don't I move to Vancouver? Phaedra and I can settle on one of the islands.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your note. Dirt, prayer, one thing, shooee, why is this Christian life so hard sometimes. Why can't it be easier, like dirt. Why do we have to be fallen.<BR/><BR/>I'm re-reading David Maine's book *Fallen*. I find it such a powerful story that he re-tells of our primeval family--Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel. He tells the story in reverse, starting with Cain as an old man and going back to the moment that our Ur parents "fell" out of the Garden. <BR/><BR/>It's such a beautiful, painful story. I do highly recommend the novel.w. david o. taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08048604209388355706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105457.post-32169363328345296102009-02-12T19:48:00.000-08:002009-02-12T19:48:00.000-08:00David,"Living Like Weasels" has to be near the top...David,<BR/><BR/>"Living Like Weasels" has to be near the top, if not on the top, of my all time favorite essays. Thanks so much for your timely words as they resonate deeply with me. I'm not a gardener but I did grow up on a farm...and I do know about dirt...and I'm learning about prayer. It is good to know that we are not alone as we search for that "one thing". <BR/><BR/>Peace.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11656170076113263880noreply@blogger.com