|From the back of a greyhound bus|
Father's on his way home...with my emphasis and comments....
Home again, home again… is how the rhyme goes, I believe.
Yes. It begins, "To market, to market to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again jiggety jig."
Last night Acton U closed up. Over 1000 people came from over 60 countries. I am always amazed by the diversity of the participants. The other days I was reading some bitter silliness about Acton U and how tribal and polarized it is. If anyone knows bitter silliness, he does.
I was by a young Protestant pastor, black, with an earring and a Mohawk. This is the third time he has mentioned this particular man. Fascination? Attempt to prove he's not racist? What? (I've had a couple days off this week, so I've been able to read things more attentively. Yeah, I need to get out more. Leave me alone.)
I heard last night that about 60% of the participants were Protestant, and I think many of them were of a charismatic stripe. Thank goodness it's not contagious eh? It was spiffy Huh?? Someone needs a dictionary... to see Peter Kreeft field comments and questions from an evangelical Scripture prof.
After the events last night I had a chance to sit with Ross Douthat and swap views on the future, of American society and of the Church, and about Pope Francis. Would have liked to have been a fly on the wall for that exchange.
Then I found some other guys including a NYC firefighter (whom I’ve gotten to know over three of these conferences) and we all stayed up way too late. Cigars may have been involved. Didn't Monica Lewinsky say almost the same thing about an encounter with Bill Clinton?
One of the take aways this year is the strong sense of urgency that many of the participants feel. Some thing not so nice is around the corner. We have to prepare for it NOW especially through prayer and lots of good works. TEOTWAWKI??
Acton U will take place around the same time next year. Unless the world ends of course.
It’ll be the 10th year and Acton’s 25th. Mark your calendars. Save your pennies!
Ah the glamor of travel. Father has it so rough. Flying on someone elses dime. Imagine how the flight attendants feel.