What is a well baked pastor anyway?

 

What does a parable of Jesus, a retelling of a fairy tale classic, a bacon-apple-gouda muffin, and the Mississippi River have to do with anything, or each other?

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Everything and nothing at all and I don’t know.

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But then again … everything.

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Over and over, I find myself drawn to Scripture, drawn to stories (especially the ones we keep retelling – our own and others), the taste of food that satisfies in ways familiar and unexpected, and the way places root us or leave us unrooted.

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They probably aren’t related, but I can’t help feel they are.

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So, that is what I write about.

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Because, connected or not, I think they all matter.

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In Eugene Peterson’s book Practice Resurrection: a conversation on growing up in Christ, he refers to Plato’s idea of “universals.”  The universals were “the True, the Good, and the Beautiful.”  Plato “held that if we are to live a whole and mature life, the three had to work together harmoniously in us.”  

 

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This is my attempt at finding Truth and Beauty and Goodness.

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I believe ... or rather, my hope is ... that they are found in the greatest story ever told (theology), the stories we tell ourselves and each other(words), the food we eat and share (fare), and in the spaces (place) we find ourselves taking up.

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