S is for Sunday last.

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unday last:

The guest priest struggled with a different “everything” passage, the one in which Jesus says if anyone comes to him not hating his own father, mother, wife and children, he cannot be his (Jesus’s) disciple. So, count the cost, Jesus says. Wouldn’t you do as much if you were going to build a house or if you were about to get into a fight? So, count the cost of following me; and this is it: “Whoever of you does not renounce all that he has cannot be my disciple.” 

So, we count? asked the priest in his collar (not bundled up in all the regalia), in just his collar and in short sleeves because of the heat. We count? asked the priest, pushing his spectacles up before they dripped off his nose. We count? he asked. And what if we find ourselves short?
     Then we know — What a relief! — we know there is coming something about grace, about how you can draw a camel through the eye of a needle if you slather him with enough of it. How we can sit here in our pews like on our couches at home and still follow Jesus, even after he is long gone. Because somehow with old God there is nothing impossible.
     That’s what’s coming, what the priest is going to say, what the priest has to say even if he knows that some thing are surely more possible than others. Aren’t they?