The hope of starting a new group, where I might have felt like I was a part of something at my church.


The reality of general unresponsiveness.
Even my seeds didn’t warrant a blessing on Rogation Sunday.
I am the “Weed of the Church” — but not my usual “dandelion” self who thrived so long on drought of benign neglect.

I’m glad I wore my “Episcopally-correct” T-shirt, because it may be the only time I’ll have to “model” it between now and AR2008, and GC2009.

Here are close-ups of the front & back. (You can click on them to see the whole thing.)

If interested, I posted more on my Episcorant blog.

---

May 2nd update: Yesterday (on the 38th anniversary of my Confirmation) I was asked if I’d like to be on an environmental stewardship task force. Today, I said if a group could be put together, I will, if the offer is still good. But I’m not interested in chasing after dangling carrots anymore. So I’ll see if this pans out. If it does, it might actually do some good. And I’d be stupid to turn down the opportunity. And when I thought about the odd mixture of feelings over this 11th hour “stay” as I was just ready to drop out of church so I could spend my Sunday mornings watching my potatoes grow, I thought, “God really irritates the Hell out of me!”, and that added a little amusement to the mix.