A Few Keys To the Future
Sure, I’m clairvoyant. Always have been able to predict the future. I’ve confounded the experts, from the Amazing Randy to the kids in my household. So when I share my list of predictions for 2019, I do so with both graciousness and no little arrogance:
- There will be wars and rumors of wars in 2019. No, I am not talking about the Middle East. The real war to watch is in Springfield now that a democrat occupies the governor’s mansion. Why, the poor will be cared for, children will be fed, women will regain control over their own bodies and our guns will be locked up and loaded into obscurity. I’m irate! If he keeps his campaign promises the church will have nothing left to do! (Good thing he’s probably just another politician.)
- The Cubs, Bears, Bulls and Blackhawks will play sports in 2019. Don’t get too excited, I didn’t say they would play well. As a truth teller I really don’t like to get into the details. That’s why I am a Bulls fan. No surprises there!
- The Unitarian Church of Evanston will grow and change in 2019. And so will you. That’s what separates the living from the dead, so far as I know. And I want this congregation and its ministries to really go on living. Sure beats the alternative (so far as I know).
- First-time visitors will come to the Unitarian Church of Evanston in 2019. For some, we’re an emergency room for those who have been scarred and injured elsewhere by toxic theologies or broken dreams. Others seek sanctuary from a world that refuses to accept them as they are. Mostly they come because they know a good party when they see one.
- Visitors will return to the Unitarian Church of Evanston in 2019 if somebody knows their name. That is where you and I come in. Chances are, that’s how we got here in the first place. Given the belief that all things will eventually grow into harmony with the divine anyway, shouldn’t we be making room at our banquet table now?
So much for predictions. The longer I live, the more I want to live in the moment and experience life as it comes. No predictions, no guidebook, no prophesy, no horoscopes. Ready, set, go!
The joy continues,
Greg