The Dog-Eared Summer


BOOK

I wish Jesus had left a book–not necessarily one he himself had written, though that would be treasure indeed, but a book he liked and read over and again. Can you imagine finding that book or being able to see it through some plexiglass exhibit at the Library of Congress and with your own hands or eyes, seeing the dog-eared page of something he’d read?  Of course without this, we know he was well-read in the prophets.  Still, just a page with a scribble in the margin that might give us some clue…

All revelation is like this.  Revealed truth is a dog-eared page and it might be the book of nature or a novelist or a scripture text or a song.  Oh, yes, there is a canon of scripture, what the Orthodox and our predecessors have passed onto us as being in the bible and worthy of our time and more than that, necessary for our time and attention.  But even so, revelation is all fragment and tassel, ribbons and threads of knowledge that stand out from the larger garment of background knowledge and we wear this revelation at time like a prayer shawl.  A dog-eared page in a book is a place someone felt compelled to memorialize and remember.  It is not unlike the red print New Testaments and once you have put some print in red (Jesus’ words) then you have acknowledged that not all that is in that book is of equal weight.  Anyway, this gets me somewhat adrift…

I just finished two novels over two weeks in our vacation at a beach in the Caribbean.  I plan to read at least three other books this summer for no other reason than the sheer joy of reading and because for some reason, the summer offers a path off the main drag  away from the flea-bitten knowledge of the political candidates, the spin masters, the voracious salacious media hordes.  Why not join in worship this Sunday.  We dog-ear that day each week to remind us how we got here, who we are and where we’re going.  ~See you Sunday