so lay your plans by the sea
& when the tide comes in / just let them bleed / & wash it out, wash it out A sermon on the (not-so) strange account of Noah's ark : Boy, this is a strange passage. Isn’t it? However , has there ever been a time when THIS wild passage seemed so darned , I don’t know, ordinary ? What I mean is, haven’t these last few years of Covid brought this passage a little too close for comfort? Hasn’t it? After all, who hasn’t felt overwhelmed by the torrent of this rotten pandemic? Who hasn’t felt as if you were drowning in all the information, misinformation, procedures, and protests of this miserable virus? And who among us hasn’t felt flooded with grief, anger, confusion, fatigue, and fear as we tried to navigate these choppy waters of life in the time Covid ? All of us, I bet. No, if ever there was a time this passage made sense, it’s now . Unfortunately , today’s passage rings with an uncomfortable truth these days. Doesn’t it? … But the unwelcome T...