On Sunday I will be installed as the senior pastor of a church in Layton, UT (which is right north of Salt Lake City). In honor of that, I have changed the byline on the left from “A Small Town Pastor’s Thoughts About Grace” to “A Small Church Pastor’s Thoughts About Grace.”
Also, in honor of Lent I have changed my color scheme to something more seasonal. If you don’t like it, check back in Easter Sunday.
And please stay tuned as I continue to write about this wonderful grace that goes before us and waits for us to catch up!
Until then enjoy this example of Go Before Grace from a Lenten poem I boosted off of a friend’s Facebook feed.
ASTRONAUTS (R.S. Thomas)
They brought no edifying
Information back. It was the moon
Goddess they went to inspect,
Her gold hair, her gold thighs.
An absence of beauty
The flesh that was like
Pumice, a woman weary
Of hauling at
The slow tides.
Seems, is best left
To itself; it is a fire
Extinguished, a luminary whose
Spent light reaches us still.
(in Collected Poems, 1945–1990 [London: Dent, 1993], p. 243)