Saturday, January 2, 2016
The First Saint Timothy and I
While it's true that I recognize myself in the First Saint Timothy, his purity, his sense of mission, his preoccupation with the obscure, and I'm quite certain that his knowledge of the Virgin Mary was an entirely healthy one, I have nonetheless always been a little suspicious of him. Considered him prone to obsessing on a nostalgia for the Glory Days when the Carpenter or the Fisherman walked the earth and its waters performing the odd miracle, pontificating on this and that, and the First Saint Timothy kind of stuck in the role of linesman to one of God's very own Opening Batsmen. Well there's good news for 2016 with respect to the First Saint Timothy there's no remnant of a Doubting Thomas in your correspondent. It's entirely possible he wasn't in the least weird. He was absolutely correct. For him it was the shores of Galilee, for me it's a table in the Guest Room. And for those interested I'll be preaching the word in Grocery Store car parking area which means that any day now I could well be chased toward my own place on a heavenly pew.