Those of you who have sponsored and supported this Substack deserve a thank you, and an apology, and not just for the background sound of my snoring menagerie of three dogs and a cat by our Northern Minnesota wood stove!

I am certain that I am not the only one who anticipated that resisting this Trump regime would be hard work.

I had hoped it wouldn’t be all-consuming work.

But it is. Right around the time I began this Substack, I became involved in creating our local branch of Indivisible: if you don’t know about this organization—movement, really—I invite you to check it out at indivisible.org, see if there’s a chapter near you, and if not, begin one yourself!

In fact, I expect that I’ll have a blog up about Indivisible soon, because I find in it some parallels to the upstart expressions of Church that are garnering attention and energy.

I began to pull back from that in June—we created a model much like geese flying in formation, so that leaders of the core group could fall back and others fly forward.

My hope was to get back to posting here, but then life kept intervening: vocational, personal, practical responsibilities, and then, of course, all things political, which has been a daily tsunami of hard stuff demanding response, and which…sort of…got it, in various means, avenues, and outlets.Upshot: I’ve certainly been scattered in my attention and attentiveness, but frankly, I’ve never fought fascism before, and I don’t know about you, but I often feel like I’m on a balance board, using micro-muscles to try and stay upright!

I’m eager to be more faithful in posting, and in fact have a backlog of posts ready to go.

In the meantime, returning to that balance board notion, I’m realizing that we’re all discovering new muscles that we didn’t know we had, learning that some are weaker than others, that we might be stronger than we think, that sometimes we need a rest, and sometimes, even when it’s hard, we need to get back up and practice the hard things.

Regardless, an apology for my very few postings for a too-long spell; solidarity with you in your hard work, as well as with any frustrations you might harbor toward yourselves when you can’t quite get it all done; a reminder to myself and to you that no one can get it all done, so grace, grace, grace; and gratitude to those of you who tune in.

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