This title is an allusion to Whitman’s “Passage to India.” I don’t really like poetry, but I like Whitman. Finally Comes the Poet is also the title of a book on its way to me from amazon. It’s a book about the role of the preacher/pastor/priest as a kind of poet to the people. Not having preached many sermons in my life (any at all) I do feel that sometimes the literary beauty and truth of the Gospel gets overlooked for sports analogies and self-help strategies. But that is another post for a different sort of blog. Needless to say, it should be a good book.
I joined a book club. Austen in Boston. Yes. That’s right. It’s a Jane Austen book club. But she has long been my favorite author, and despite the endless bad film interpretations of her work and the ridiculous amount of over-romanticizing that her works seem to induce, at least I know that I will always enjoy the books we read (unless they’re horrendous and scandalous attempts at sequels or prequels).
As for the rest of my resolutions…well, that’s what the rest of the year is for, right?