I spent a blissful week in Hay Springs, NE.  I thought about the synodical convention only twice, and that was briefly.  Otherwise, I was teaching children about the church year. 
For some reason, I kept talking about Baptism. 
I always end up talking about Baptism. 
I love talking about Baptism.
After getting news of Dr. Kieschnick's third term last Sundday, I took off for the nursing home for our monthly commmunion service there (I have several members in our town's one NH.)  As I walked in to preach the mysteries, and to give the eternal and everlasting flesh of our Lord to members whose flesh is failing them, I thought to myself, "Which event today is more important to our Lord, the wealthy men in the Houston temple giving from their bounty, or the poor widows in the nursing home giving their two mites?"  I think I already know the answer.
So, my complete and total analysis of the Synodical convention is this :

Jesus, Jesus, only Jesus, can my heartfelt longing still.  (Mysteriously left out of the latest hymnal.)

And that’s all I have to say about that.

Now, I must prepare for a funeral tommorrow, and then go pick up the latest Harry Potter book, before going to bed. 
To all those who were elected delegates, and who now get to endure Houston again in TWO years for reasons unknown at this time, I say :
Ha-Ha!  I mean, "You have the thanks of a grateful synod."

 

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