That about sums it up, and that was part of the long-term purpose. To “tune-up” and not allow the hectic-ness of daily life to get in the way of what’s important. Interestingly, Rev. Rummer seems to have latched onto my brewvana tagline, “an ideal condition of harmony, beer and joy.” He’s sited it a couple of times in reference to my general life-search, and encouraged me, as we sought meaning in my peculiar dream from a couple of nights ago, to not hesitate to continue seeking after something beautiful (as I had been with the photograph). “Finding harmony and joy in the universe is not something to give up,” he said.
With or without a beer, I’d add.
God is powerful, and that’s where the buck stops. Perhaps there is a part of me that was subconsciously sensing that the spiritual part of this journey was more dangerous than anticipated. Rummer then turned to the words of Annie Dillard to put this idea in perspective:
“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping God may wake some day and take offense, or the waking God may draw us out to where we can never return.”
The ice is thin near the deeper water, Kierkegaard pointed out.
To drive back to the two good parts of life I like so much, Rummer bumped us back toward food and wisdom with a passage from Proverbs 24: 13-14:
“My child, eat honey, for it is good, and the drippings of the honeycomb are sweet to your taste. Know that wisdom is such to your soul; if you find it, you will find a future, and your hope will not be cut off.”
I know that the hokey-pokey is a pretty big deal, but what if this quote is what it’s really all about?