What Does “Plodding” Mean Anyway?

There are slow seasons and there are fast ones. This is a slow one for me. Things don’t fit into place as smoothly quickly, traffic is slower, buzz has decreased, momentum is slowing down. Just about the only thing right now that is growing quickly and robustly is Austin. We just celebrated his bek-il (100 day celebration) two days ago at church and he’s already gurgling and laughing and trying to crawl. Little nyu-suk.

Which brings up William Carey and “plodding”.

Carey was the great father of modern Protestant Missions and spent his life in India experiencing setback after setback after setback. My favorite story: after his home went up in flames, all of his possessions, and all of his treasured studies – a lifetime of work stored in libraries of information – the first thing he said with a relentless yet tired candor and wit was:

“Does anybody have a pencil?”

And here’s a guy that keeps chuggin along. “Plodding” is what the historians called of him. Now I don’t believe in trying to beat a dead horse back to life. But I do believe in resurrection. Which means in many ways we are positioned to try to beat a dead thing alive or rather, to start from scratch, back to the drawing board, re-work the formula, break it to build it, work towards resurrecting something that is otherwise, dead.

Published by Wayne Park

Asian-American clergyman thinking about issues of faith, place, race and culture-making in the vast city of Houston, TX

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