Sermon; Proper 18A; Matthew 18:15-20

No sermon today.

That's not to say I didn't preach . . . I did.  But it was an off-the-cuff type of thing that covered several bullet points that were floating around in my head.

This past week looked like this:  Monday, Labor Day -- out of the office all day; Tuesday, The Kid had knee surgery -- out of the office most of the day; Wednesday, in the office; Thursday, out of the office all day for a meeting up north; Friday, met with the elementary school staff about our "adopting" their school, officiated at a funeral, took a nap, worked a double header up north; Saturday, recovered from the double header.

So here I was, Sunday morning, without my usual prepared sermon.

Instead, I was ruminating on the following:

What's it really look like when we confront someone who has sinned against us?
Stained glass windows and rocks
Sports heroes and society's willingness to not hold them accountable
Victim blaming, especially when the victim is a woman
We are the gentiles and tax collectors

Put that all together and you have a fairly good idea of what the sermon was like today.