This week has found me “down with the sickness” (to use the words of the rock band Disturbed). I’ve “got the crud,” as Grandma DeeDee used to say — stuffy head and nose, weak and achy, tired, etc. I stay fairly healthy, as a general rule. This is the first time I’ve been illin’ in the last year or so; but gosh-oh-golly I’ve got it good.
Tamie and I have made the BIG DECISION. We have decided to move to Tempe, Arizona. Tempe is a part of the greater Phoenix metro area and home to Arizona State University. Tamie has many friends in Tempe (although where she previously lived in AZ was a few hours north in Flagstaff), and there is a very vibrant Episcopal community that I hope to be a part of as I pursue the discernment process for ordination.
We will greatly miss Kodiak. This is our type of town: a small, close community, the wild world all around, and people who know how to work hard. We will miss Marie and the other friends we have made on Kodiak, and we will miss Saint James the Fisherman Episcopal Church. When we are tempted to miss this place too much, Tamie and I remind ourselves that we might very well find our way back here. (Here is Tamie’s post on the subject.)
Life also finds me prepin’ for a sermon on Sunday. Saint James has an interim priest arriving for Palm Sunday; in the meantime, people are filling in as worship leaders and sermon readers. Tamie and I are scheduled on for the early service next week and the week after. I am preaching on Psalm 23, particularly concentrating on how the Psalm (and God) can “restore my soul.” What does it look like to restore the soul during times when we are pushed beyond our limits? Then I also wonder about the opposite use of the Psalm: how do we live each ordinary day being restored? How can we use this Psalm (and other scripture) to center ourselves and to bring to our remembrance the values that we most cherish.
Lastly, I have a film for you to add to your Netflix. It is Kinsey, a film based on the life of Alfred Kinsey, a biologist who approached sex as a scientist in the U.S. in the 1940s and 50s, an era where superstition and quasi-morality were the basis of sexuality. Kinsey interviewed people with the objective of discovering what people actually did sexually, how they really felt, and what kind of sexual activities they were engaged in.
I really enjoyed the film. It was well-made, and I particularly appreciated the message of difference in the film: that there is no one way to do sex, that sexuality is a result of many different factors. It is not at all simplistic. Toward the end of the film, Kinsey himself has to confront his own simplistic notions of sexuality that are driven by what may be an over emphasis on scientific method. (For those of you who are into the Enneagram, the film portrays Kinsey as a classic Type 5 Investigator, my type! Tamie really started cracking up at what she calls “such a typical Five comment.” Kinsey said at one point, full of exuberance, “I’ve found that talking to people yields much more information than I could have anticipated!”)