Verticality

When God directs our eyes skyward

As I write this, I’m in Chicago, IL finishing up my summer chaplaincy internship. For the last six weeks, I’ve been serving at a detention center in Reno, NV. Now I’m here doing five weeks of hospital chaplaincy (when I get back home, I’ll be back at the detention center for another year, part time).

The last time I was physically in my home parish (Holy Trinity Lutheran in Chicago) was before the great 2020 lockdown. Now that I’m back in town, I got to step back into the building.

What a transcendent feeling. As two musicians played a Debussy tune on clarinet and piano and I made my way to my pew, the first thing I did was… Look up.

I’m an architecture guy. Now, I’m not trained in architecture. The last class that I took that was related to architecture was in high school, over two decades ago, and I failed. I got a straight-up F. To be fair to myself, most of the class got F’s due to a mass-cheating scandal that took place. A bunch of us copied our final project off of one guy who was really good at CAD. I see this now as a great team leadership decision. Work to the strengths of the team, right? We sucked at drafting, he was awesome at it, so we should focus on other things while letting this one guy take the lead in this particular area, no?