Beloved and I spent this past weekend with Possible Congregation (see posts below for more details on this). Possible Congregation is now looking more and more like Really Exciting Hope They Call Me Congregation, and, like everything else in this particular process, I didn't see that coming.
Insofar as I can tell, this place would be a great fit for me. They describe themselves as 'theologically progressive,' and their mission statement has words like 'inclusive, compassionate, and challenging.' I love all these words. (It also has 'Jesus,' which is good.) It would be a big change, since I'd be going from Head Honcho to Second Banana (not exactly the technical terms used, but you get the idea). Honestly, I'd be quite fine most days if the buck stopped on someone else's desk. I also know that there would certainly be some moments where not being the one in charge would be a difficult adjustment.
It's a big, definitely programmatic, congregation. Current Congregation is a medium-sized, verging-on-programmatic-but-still-wrestling-with-pastoral-expectations congregation. It would mean more time managing staff and a bit less time doing all the pastoral things I do now. Again: I would enjoy working with a large staff. I'm good at that. I would also miss some things about having just 10 kids in confirmation and teaching it myself (as opposed to 80 kids in their program, with mentors and staff doing much of the teaching).
No place is perfect, and I am not foolish enough to think this one is. But I can definitely feel the pull toward a new beginning. I think that is something to pay attention to.
"What about Beloved?" you ask. Wasn't he dragging his feet on this? Wasn't he the one asking all the practical questions about the expensive housing market and where he could get a job and all the traffic and his expectation that we would live in our current city until he retired?
Here's where it must be the hand of God because, I tell you what, it's sure not me. Beloved is excited. I know for sure that he will also have a hard time leaving and he does have legitimate reasons for that. I also know that he goes up and down about this, as do I, and that I can't guarantee that he will not pull back from time to time.
Nor can I guarantee that Possible Congregation will actually extend the call to me, which is the first question. I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, I realize. But I do want to be as prepared as possible, since we will only have 30 days to decide should they indeed do as we hope.
Which brings us to the word of the day: Dizzy. I've tried to think of something more theologically sophisticated, but that's about all I can find. Dizzy with joy and confusion and grief over the real idea of leaving, dizzy with possibilities and real estate listings and jobs for Beloved, dizzy in a real, physical way (my stomach is jumping even now). Dizzy that Sunday's texts are about wrestling with God. No kidding.
Also seriously unfocused. That was today's runner-up word.
Yikes. Keep praying for us, would you? (And thanks for doing that already.) Good stuff is happening.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Theological Word of the Day: Dizzy.
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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Your Cheatin' Heart
That's the song running through my head this morning: "Your cheatin' heart, will tell on you..."
And no, it's not because of any marital indiscretions on my part (or on Beloved's). It's because I am heading out this weekend to interview in another congregation and I feel as if I am walking around the church office today with a big scarlet letter on my chest. What would it be? "I" for interviewing? "D" for discerning? "F" for fleeing? "C" for confused? Maybe all of the above.
I have interviewed at one other congregation in the eight years I've been here, and turned down a few other opportunities. But at none of those moments did I feel the sort of pull I do about this particular possibility. Ten minutes into that other interview I knew it wasn't the right place for me nor I for them, and I sailed through the rest of it without even considering whether our conversation would go any further.
This time is different. Partly because Possible Congregation is, on paper, exactly the sort of place I have been hoping to land in for a long time. Partly because Current Congregation is in a good place but really needs someone to kick them in the proverbial (and communal, a hard image to conjure up) butt, and I'm not sure I'm the person to do that. I've had doubts about that for a long time. Partly because Beloved is not overly happy with his own career situation at the moment and thus has been much, much more open to this possibility than I had ever imagined. Partly because the timing - in spite of all the things I just mentioned - is not all that great, and one of the few things I know for sure about the mysterious workings of the Lord our God is that my individual calendar is not the trump card I prefer to think it is.
From talking to trusted colleagues, I have the sense that my image of infidelity is a common one. And yet, in the Lutheran system anyway, this is how it works. Part of the reason my sense of it is so much stronger this time is that I have to leave town for this interview, and therefore must be away on a Sunday.
It is not helping that last night I started reading a book called Loving Frank for my book club, which is a fictionalized account of the true affair between Frank Lloyd Wright and his mistress. More furtive love and secret assignations are not images I need at the moment. I might put it aside for awhile.
I have absolutely no idea what will happen. Absolutely none. That is both terrifying and thrilling. I ask for your prayers for all of us, as you have them to spare: for Beloved and for me, for Current Congregation, for Possible Congregation, and for our families (as we would move away from one and to the other - yet another wrinkle in a complicated pattern).
Breathe in. Breathe out. One more step. Time to jump into the deep end.
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Gotta Love Luther
For this quote alone I am Lutheran (though yes, there are plenty of other reasons too).
If you are a preacher of grace, then preach a true not a fictitious grace; if grace is true, you must bear a true and not a fictitious sin. God does not save people who are only fictitous sinners. Be a sinner and sin boldly, but believe and rejoice in Christ even more boldly, for he is victorious over sin, death, and the world.
Martin Luther, Luther's Works, Volume 48, pgs 281-282.
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Friday, October 05, 2007
Friday Five: Thankfulness List
The RevGals are keeping it simple this week and asking for list of five things for which we are thankful. Maybe because at text study this week we looked ahead at next Sunday's grateful-leper text; maybe because I've started to see ads on television inviting Canadians to come and shop for Canadian thanksgiving (a real switch in the dollar value, there); or maybe because one way I deal with personal adversity is focusing on the many reasons I have to be grateful; whatever way you slice it, I've been thinking a fair amount about thankfulness lately. So: well done, RevGals. Here goes.
1. My husband.
I make no apologies for the cheesiness of this one. We've been thrown into the deep end lately, with the surprising prospect of an interview and perhaps a move, and with the news that our Baby Quest is likely to be medically invasive, complicated, and expensive. And through it all, through even some very hard conversations and a great many tears, this man has been more patient and calm and thoughtful and hopeful than I could ever have expected. It took us a long time to find each other; when we married, I was 31 and he was 42. It was worth the wait.
2. Autumn.
From the sublime to the...well, not ridiculous, but perhaps at least less emotional. I love autumn. I love that the leaves are turning colors and it is crisply cold in the morning, that you can see your breath when you step out to get the newspaper and that we can now make things like meatballs and soup and breads and stews. I am grateful even for the descent into winter darkness (this is probably the Scandinavian in me). I think it all satisfies my nesting instincts.
3. Really, really, really good music.
This July, we welcomed a new member to our church staff: our long-awaited Director of Music Ministries. Suffice it to say that this guy ROCKS the pipe organ and the piano, already has three youth music groups well established, and can play any hymn I request. I was gearing myself up to ask him if he would be willing to learn Widor's Toccata for Easter, and found out he was planning to use it for this Sunday's postlude (we ended up changing the last hymn to a spiritual, though, so he made an adjustment on that). What a joy to hear music well done after all these years. Alleluia!
4. My parents.
The looming prospect of parenthood (and the fear of never having it) have made me so deeply appreciate my own parents. After my horrible appointment in which the doctor told me our chances of natural conception were "in the single digits," I called my mother (only because my husband was teaching and this didn't seem like the kind of thing you tell your spouse over the phone anyway). I cried and cried and so did she and, when I hung up, I thought simultaneously of how tremendously thankful I am for my parents and of how very hard it will be when they are no longer here. All our parents are in their mid-60's to early 70's and all four are exceptionally healthy, so we have no reason to panic about this. But someday, someday, they won't be here. And I am starting to understand now how they grieved when my grandparents died.
5. Hope.
There are a lot of things I could list for this last one: friends, this blogging community of clergy women, my congregation. But what all of those - and many more - have in common is the hope they inspire in me. Hope that the darkest valley is not the end. Hope that a life interrupted is not reason for despair. Hope that God who has been faithful for so long will always be so, even if that faithfulness takes a different shape than originally anticipated. It must be the Holy Spirit who gives this hope, because it sure isn't something I can generate within myself. And I certainly don't know what I would do without it.
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Thursday, October 04, 2007
Stupid Human Trick #286
We are proceeding through the maze of bloodwork in fertility testing (I say "we," in the royal sense, because I'm the only one getting the needle for now. This is a bit like saying that "we" had to give a sample for the semen analysis). Step one was the FSH test on cycle day 4. Good results. Step 2 is the progesterone test which needs to be done between days 20-24. I went last week and got the results back on Friday: low levels. The nurse explained that this means I do ovulate, but in some sort of weak fashion. Great, I thought. Of course we're among the - what is it? - 10% or less of couples whose infertility problem is due to both partners. Shit.
And then, last Sunday morning in the shower (sidebar: why do ideas always come to me in the shower? And so often on Sundays when frankly, I am practically in a coma anyway? Odd) I remembered something. I remembered that my period had started on September 9, not September 2. I realized this meant I had gotten ahead of myself somehow and had, therefore, done the progesterone test on the wrong day. Which meant that the poor results were very likely my own stupid fault and perhaps not accurate.
Explaining this to the nurse over the phone on Monday morning was embarrassing ("Hello, I need a new test order because I can't count to 28 correctly") but hopefully, my reprieve. Test results should come tomorrow.
Infertility is such a weird journey. Who knew I would be so glad to realize my own stupidity?
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Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Here If You Need Me
The title of this post is also the title of a book I just finished for book club. The author, Kate Braestrup, tells the story of her work as a chaplain with the Maine Game Warden service (which, as she notes, raises a lot of questions like, "What do you do? Bless the moose?" when, in fact, she works with their search-and-rescue division).
This is a very good book. I wish I could sit and have coffee with her, since I have a lot of questions both about her work and her journey to seminary. The latter is a choice she makes after her husband, whose dream it was to go to seminary when he retired as a state trooper, dies in a car accident. Normally, this would throw up all kinds of red flags for me about transference and grief-avoidance but frankly, this woman comes off as extraordinarily healthy. And you should really read the bits about her refusal to have the funeral home care for her husband's body.
At any rate, the passage which stuck with me most was from her chapter on heaven. She's Unitarian. And she doesn't believe in heaven or any sort of afterlife, which she discusses freely. She talks a bit about this. And then she shares the following conversation with her son (who is about 12 at the time, I think):
My son Zach is the child of Unitarian Universalists, so naturally he didn't know a lot about Jesus. But I heard a lot about Jesus at my Christian seminary, and a lot of it was pretty cool. So one day, I found myself telling Zach about Jesus' life and death, the stories they told about him, what he said to his disciples.
"When Jesus talked about loving," I said, "I think he meant something really radical. I think he was talking about loving as God loves; loving completely, loving with a whole self. He told his disciples to give everything they had, everything they were, to hold nothing back, not money, not time, not even life itself. Everything was to be given over in the service of love."
I went on about this for awhile, sermonizing in a motherly sort of way, and Zach listened carefully, because even as a young boy he was always a careful listener.
"So, Mom," he said at last. "Let's say I decide to become a devoted follower of Jesus Christ."
"What?" I said, startled and alarmed.
"No, but let's say I do."
"Okay," I said cautiously.
"And I die, and because I'm a Christian, I get to go to heaven instead of going to hell."
"Yeah..."
"If I really take Jesus seriously, if I really am willing to give up everything I am and everything I have in the service of love, if I am really a Christian...it seems to me I would have to give my place in heaven to someone else, someone who otherwise wouldn't get to go."
I stared at him.
"I'd have to go to hell, so this other person could be in heaven. Right, Mom?"
That right there. That is why you need to read this book.
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Thursday, September 27, 2007
Friday Five: Reverendmother's Swan Song
Reverendmother over at RevGals says her (maybe? certainly baby) goodbye to hosting the Friday Five with these questions:
On Endings and Goodbyes:
1. Best ending of a movie/book/TV show
Newhart, hands down. I never watched this show much, but the whole "waking up in bed with the wife from my previous sitcom" was brilliant. Brilliant.
Movie-wise, I still love the ending of Gone With the Wind. I love that we never know what happens to Rhett and Scarlett and so you have to imagine it for yourself. Sequels be damned.
2. Worst ending of a movie/book/TV show
Hmmm. I hated the end of The Piano. As someone who loves to play the piano herself, the idea of losing a finger and the ability to play - and all the emotional release which comes with it - was traumatic to me.
3. Tell about a memorable goodbye you've experienced.
Saying goodbye to my bestest seminary friends was very, very hard. But it reminded me of how hard it was to say goodbye to my college friends - after which I managed to convince myself that, although nothing could ever possibly be as good as college, seminary would be okay. And seminary was even better. So although saying goodbye to seminary friends was hard, I had a better hope that the best was still to come.
4. Is it true that "all good things must come to an end"?
Eventually, yes. That's why I love anticipation even more than the actual event. Eventually, everything ends. (However, see comment on "the best is still coming" above.)
**I am editing this quickly to explain a bit more: as Robert Capon would put it, the only thing you need to be in order for God to resurrect you is dead. Only after things end can they be raised to new life which, after all, is our greatest hope - so I find it a good thing that everything ends. God does love to raise the dead, after all...
5. "Everything I ever let go of has claw marks on it." --Anne Lamott
Discuss.
This is one among the thousands of reasons I love Anne Lamott. Personally, I can hardly let go in the first place.
Bonus: "It isn't over until the fat lady sings." I've never loved this expression. So propose an alternative: "It isn't over until the coffee pot is empty." How very Lutheran of me.
And, by the way - thanks, Reverendmother, for so many great Friday Fives. Blessings on your way!
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Something Else the Lectionary People Don't Think About
About 90% of the time, I really like and appreciate the lectionary. I like the fact that it prevents me from choosing my favorites. I like that we are reading together with many congregations, in a tiny glimpse of the unity of the church. I like the pattern of seasons.
And then there's this month in Year C. Which is the homiletical equivalent of driving along down the freeway and suddenly hitting a dirt road filled with potholes.
But the challenge today has not been the trajectory of the sermon (it's only Tuesday, for heaven's sake) - it's been trying to find a hymn to go with this rich-man-stuck-in-the-flames-of-hell thing. Not to mention last week's frantic attempt to find something to sing after preaching on the dishonest-manager-whom-Jesus-praises extravaganza.
It reminds me of a worship committee meeting a few years ago when, in a search for a hymn to go after the sermon on 'John the Baptist Gets Beheaded Sunday,' one of the committee members suggested O Sacred Head Now Wounded.
Where art thou, O Lectionary People, when it comes time to choose the hymn of the day? Huh?
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Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday's Sermon: A Study in Irony
Below is the sermon for Sunday. Here's the irony (which I also mentioned in a footnote at the end, a practice which helps me remember to whom I am indebted for various thoughts and quotes) - I owe the entire second half of a sermon on forgiveness to someone else (Sarah Dylan Breuer is my hero today), and hopefully she will forgive my use of her brilliant analysis.
The confession of ignorance in part one, however, is entirely my own.
Peace to all for Sunday.
Dear friends in Christ, grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
If you’re anything like me, your first reaction to today’s parable can be summed up in one word: What? It sounds like Jesus is praising a guy who lied about his master’s income and went behind his back to try and save his own skin, and then you get to the part where Jesus says, “I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of dishonest wealth,” which really doesn’t sound like much of a Jesus thing to say, and frankly, this is about the strangest parable we’ve ever heard. Which it is. It’s such an odd story that I think we ought to hear it again, but in a slightly different version. This is how the parable appears in The Message, a modern paraphrase of the bible:
Jesus said to his disciples, “There was once a rich man who had a manager. He got reports that the manager had been taking advantage of his position by running up huge personal expenses on his business account. So he called him into his office and said, “What’s this I hear about you? I want a complete audit of your books. And, by the way – you’re fired.”
The manager said to himself, “now what will I do? I’ve lost my job. I’m not strong enough to work in manual labor, and I’m too proud to beg. Wait: I’ve got a plan. Here’s what I’ll do…I’ll make sure that the people who owe money to my boss owe me a favor instead. I’ll become their best friend. Then, when I’m finally discovered and turned out into the streets, those people will welcome me into their homes.”
So he went at it. One by one, he called in the people who were in debt to his master. He said to the first, “how much do you owe him?” And the man replied, “a hundred jugs of olive oil.” The manager said, “Here; take your bill, quickly now, and cross out 100 and write 50.”
When the next debtor came in, the manager asked the same thing: “What do you owe?” And the man answered, “A hundred sacks of wheat.” “Okay,” said the manager, “take your bill, cross out 100, and write 80.”
Now here’s the surprise: when the master heard about this, he praised the manager! Why? Because he knew how to look after himself. Streetwise people are smarter in this regard than law-abiding citizens, because they’re on constant alert, looking for a new angle, surviving by their wits. I want you to be smart in the same way, but for what is right – by using every adversity to stimulate you to creative survival, to concentrate your attention on the bare essentials, so that you’ll really live, and not just get by on your good behavior. (1)
That version is a little more straightforward, but frankly, it still doesn’t take the edge off the story. No matter how you translate the words or mix them around, what you get in the end is still Jesus praising a dishonest person who saved his own skin by lying and survived it only because the master took the shocking action of not throwing him into jail. There’s no getting around it: this is a weird parable.
Most of the time we would all consider it my job to get up here and explain to you what this means. This is, after all, at least part of what you pay me to do: to read and research and think and research again, and finally to come to you on Sunday with some sort of meaningful, sensible explanation.
But we all run into parts of scripture which baffle us utterly, and I confess freely to you that this passage stumps me. I did find one particular writer whose take on this parable opened it up for me in a new way, and I am going to share that with you in a moment, but there is still something very important about the fact that scripture can sometimes puzzle us beyond belief. You can go along verse after verse, chapter after chapter, doing just fine – you read hard things from Jesus, certainly, but the hard part of them is often doing as he says, not understanding what it means. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is not hard to grasp. It’s just hard to put into action.
Perhaps Jesus tells a few of these particularly troubling parables just to remind us that we can never really get our hands or our minds around the whole complexity of God. Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, whatever “it” is – life, marriage, faith, politics, even a parable – it can slip out of your hands like sand, and suddenly you have to start over again. Catherine LaCugna, a theologian, once wrote, “We find God because we have been found by God. Anything we could find on our own would not be God.” A difficult parable like this one reminds us that we cannot find God on our own: sometimes we cannot even figure out a parable on our own. We cannot hold onto God for long, and too often we end up worshipping our ideas about God instead of the living, complex, mighty, vulnerable, merciful and extraordinary God about whom the scriptures can only begin to teach us.
But somehow, ending a sermon with the phrase, “I have no idea what this means,” didn’t seem all that satisfactory to me. So I share with you a very insightful word from Sarah Dylan Breuer, who writes a regular commentary on the lectionary passages. (2)
Here’s the problem that all readers of this parable must face: what the manager does is clearly dishonest. From a basic capitalist perspective, he’s guilty of embezzlement: he takes the landlord’s property as if it were his own and forgives debts that aren’t his to forgive. Even after he is fired, he keeps doing this even though it is, in no way, his job any longer.
"Think about that for a moment. What, exactly, is it that the manager does, even without authorization and with a great deal of deception?
He forgives. He forgives debts."
Let’s go back to the word originally used in the gospel for this man: the steward. He is the steward, the caretaker, of another person’s property. And he takes care of it by forgiving debts that do not belong to him. “He forgives things that he had no right to forgive. He forgives for all the wrong reasons: for personal gain, to compensate for past misconduct, to get ahead, to save his own skin. His motivations are poor, to say the least.” But in spite of that, in spite of the fact that he forgives for all the wrong reasons, in spite of the fact that he should rightfully have been thrown into jail for losing money that wasn’t his in the first place, the landlord forgives him. There it is again: totally inappropriate, wildly bizarre, and utterly unexpected…forgiveness.
This story appears only in the gospel of Luke. And it may be no accident that, when Luke tells the story of Jesus teaching us how to pray, he uses a very specific word in that prayer: “Forgive us our debts, as we forgive those in debt to us.” The Greek word Luke uses for “debt” is a word only used in monetary circles, a word that accountants would write down in column A: so Luke isn’t just talking about forgiving sins, or forgiving general wrongs done to us, but very specifically about forgiving financial debts. What that forgiveness might look like is the very subject of this parable, the moral of which seems to be: “Forgive. Forgive it all. Forgive it now. Forgive it for any reason you want, or for no reason at all.”
“Why forgive someone who’s sinned against us, or against our sense of what is right? You don’t have to do it out of love for the other person, if you don’t have that love quite yet. You could forgive them because you pray to do that every Sunday, and because you’d like to be forgiven yourself when the time comes. Or you could forgive because it’s really no fun to hang onto a grudge anyway, and you’ve learned that refusing to forgive because you don’t want the other person to benefit is like eating rat poison hoping that it will hurt the rat. You could forgive because you want to be in touch with Jesus’ power to forgive sinners and we want to be more like him. Or you could forgive because you think it will improve your chances of winning the lottery.
It boils down to the same thing: deluded or sane, ridiculous or wise, selfish or unselfish, there is no bad reason to forgive.” Forgiving debts of every kind – sins and wrongs and money and grudges and even ourselves – only puts us more in touch with God’s grace, and over time, that forgiveness itself will change you, no matter why you started doing it in the first place. There is no bad reason to forgive. In this case, your motivation doesn’t matter: you could even be a dishonest steward trying desperately to hang onto a job you’ve already lost and escaping jail by the skin of your teeth. You could be a man hanging on a cross, dying slowly and painfully, forgiving your executors with your last breath. You could be a mighty nation who decides to free the poorest of the poor by letting go of all your IOU’s and throwing them into the ocean.
Or you could be us, with all our mixed motivations, in all our confusion, knowing barely anything except this: that God has found us, and forgiven us, so that we can laugh all way to the kingdom, forgiving like it’s going out of style. It’s the first step in a life of stewardship, of moving our whole selves and everything we have into God’s way of life. When you forgive, you do not change the past. But you absolutely, no question about it, change the future. (3)
Amen.
Notes:
(1) I'm paraphrasing The Message. Paraphrasing a paraphrase. I'm paraparaphrasing. And also inventing my own words, apparently.
(2) All quotes that follow, unless otherwise noted, and the general gist of this interpretation are entirely thanks to Sarah Dylan Breuer at this post. To whom, ironically, I am deeply indebted.
(3) The last two sentences are a quote on forgiveness from Quotes for the Journey, Wisdom for the Way, by Gordon Jackson. NAV Press, 2000.
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Friday Five: De-cluttering edition
Sally is asking about our stuff. Short answer: we have too much.
With Jo, Jon and Chris all moving to college and University accommodation there has been a big clear up going on in the Coleman household. We have been sorting and trying hard not just to junk stuff, but actually to get it to where it can be useful. On a brighter note we have used Freecycle ( check it out) to provide the twins with pots and pans etc that other folk were clearing out.
Making the most of our resources is important, I have been challenged this week by the amount of stuff we accumulate, I'd love to live a simpler lifestyle, it would be good for me, and for the environment I think...
With that in mind I bring you this Friday 5;
1. Are you a hoarder or a minimalist?
Somwhere in-between. I keep important things, but I have semi-yearly fits of organization and throw out/recycle/give away stuff regularly. I tend more toward the mimimalist. Some famous British person wrote, "never own anything you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful." Or something like that. I agree.
2. Name one important object ( could be an heirloom) that you will never part with.
I have two pieces by a Jewish artist that I love more than you should love a material thing. Those two and a small painting of Banff we bought on our honeymoon. So I'm cheating: three things (but in one category).
Though in a fire, the first thing I would probably grab would be photos.
3. What is the oldest item in your closet? Does it still fit???
I have a sweater fetish, and one of them in my closet is from high school. Yes, it fits.
4.Yard sales- love 'em or hate 'em ?
Eh...I can do without them. My father-in-law loves them and gets good deals. The ones I go to always seem to have about 95% crap.
5. Name a recycling habit you really want to get into.
I just bought re-usable grocery bags at Safeway the other day. I really want to use those instead of plastic bags (though I do recycle the plastic bags, in case Al Gore happens to read my blog).
Bonus point...
We are not environmentally perfect by any stretch (I commute 70 miles round trip every day...) but we do compost. And love it. Try it! It's super easy, and you will have the best. garden. dirt. ever.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Viva La Revolucion
A few months ago, our congregation switched to the new hymnal. For Lutherans, this is a very big deal. Very big. With the exception of a few supplemental books here and there, we haven't switched for 30 years (meaning that, the last time a new hymnal was introduced, I was in the cherub choir). So it was time.
For the most part, we've done very well. The fact that this switch brought us from two hymnals to one made a lot of people happy; fewer things to juggle during worship on Sundays. We like the red cover. It has neat art. The print is a little small, but we put so much of it in the bulletin that this hardly matters anyway. There are lots of great hymns (about 900 in all). We even managed to slide into using the "new" version of the Apostles' Creed without much fuss.
But then there's the Lord's Prayer. And lo, there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth.
You would think I had actually demanded that they gouge out their eyes or chop off their hands, given the fervor with which some people approach this change. I overstate a little; in fact, most people have been fine with it. Or, at least, they've kept their not-fineness to themselves, and sighed about how things change, and moved on. I really expected it to be a bigger deal than it was. But a few people seem to think that the version we've been praying was the actual original, the one Jesus prayed his very own self, and my pointing out that it's actually quite different in the gospels (not to mention that Jesus himself was more of an Aramaic speaker than we tend to be) has not taken the edge off it.
(My mother-in-law particularly detests this new version. I love my mother-in-law. And she is not a member of my congregation. so it doesn't particularly bother me that she mumbles the old version to herself during worship on Sundays. I did finally tell her, only half-jokingly, that she needed to complain to her own pastor about it because I had enough grumblings to deal with on my own. She hasn't mentioned it since.)
But I digress. A few months ago, I wrote about a staff situation which was creating some conflict in our congregation. Short version: we changed from multiple part-time music positions to one full-time position, and two of the part-time people took this personally. Their leaving was quite ugly, mostly by their own actions. The choir director and her parents, in particular, left in a huff. Interestingly, the choir director's younger sister and her family remain. Let's call her husband Rick.
During one of the "All About Worship" classes I taught last spring in preparation for the new hymnal, we discussed some of the changes we would be making when it arrived. New liturgies: fine. New version of creed: okay. New hymns: great. New Lord's Prayer: thou art kidding, no? Rick, in particular, was unhappy about this change. Not in a mean way, and not truly angry, but simply wistful - wishing that we wouldn't change just that one thing. Certainly he wasn't the only one; his wife felt the same way, but many others did too. They understood intellectually all the good reasons I gave, but emotionally, it's a different thing. And, believe it or not, I understand that too. I know that "Our Father who art in heaven" will always be my default version. On my deathbed, that's probably how I'll pray it.
Rick and his wife were in church on Sunday after some weeks of absence, during which I had begun to wonder if they had joined the rest of their family in another congregation. But it was great to see them, and we chatted for awhile, and they talked about how much they liked our new music director, and all seemed well. Worship that day went without a hitch: confession and forgiveness, music, prayer, scripture, sermon, creed, prayers, peace...time for communion.
I always bring my bulletin with me to the altar when I preside, because a number of the prayers change seasonally. But when it comes time for the actual communion bit, I use the altar book. The print is big, for one. But mostly, I prefer the heft and weight and significance of a book. Bulletins feel a little flimsy for the moment, for what we are really doing at that point. Everything was going fine. Then I invited the congregation, as I always do: "gathered into one by the Holy Spirit, let us pray as Jesus taught."
I began: "Our Father in heaven..."
And the congregation began, "Our Father, who art in heaven..."
You have never heard a congregation pray anything with as much verve and power and determination as they prayed the old version of the Lord's Prayer. It took me about 2 seconds to realize this was happening. Here is an approximation of the monologue in my head which followed:
"Is that the old version? Are they actually doing this? What happened? Why are they so loud? [Editorial note: seriously. They were almost shouting it.] Do they really hate the old version so much? And why can I hear Rick so well? Is is possible...did he and his wife...did they actually convince people to pray the old version? Is this some sort of bloodless coup? Oh, God. Oh, it is. Oh, they hate this prayer and they hate me and during coffee hour they totally decided, 'SCREW THE PASTOR, we hate this prayer, let's just do it the old way.' I cannot believe this is happening. How could they do this to me? What am I going to do? I can't force them to pray a certain way if they don't want to, right? Oh, God. What am I going to do? HOW COULD THEY DO THIS? I'm going to have to leave. That's it. I'll have to take another call. Oh, God. Oh, no."
I kid you not. In the, oh, forty seconds it takes to pray this prayer (not that I was actually praying, obviously), I concocted an entire revolution in which the whole congregation had conspired to overthrow my liturgical changes and reinstate the traditional version of the Lord's Prayer, all potentially led by a couple who had remained in the congregation not - as I thought - because they disagreed with their family's departure but as covert spies just waiting for their moment to strike. Liturgical Shock and Awe.
And then I looked at the bulletin to check and see which version of "Lamb of God" we would be singing during distribution.
And I noticed, for the first time, that the secretary had accidentally printed the old version of the Lord's Prayer.
They were just reading it.
Somebody find Woody Allen. It's time for a feature film on the world's most neurotic pastor, and I've got his star right here.
Viva la revolucion. Let them eat wafers.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I'll Take It
Good news from the doctor today: my first set of bloodwork came back with good results. They want to see an FSH level below 14, and I'm at 9; which, long story short, means that my egg quality is good and IVF is still an option for us. (So is donor sperm, but Beloved is not quite sure about that, and I don't blame him.)
Take the good news when you can get it. I'll take this.
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Friday Five: Meetings, Meetings...
This is my first Friday Five in quite awhile. I've been stuck in meetings! (Okay, not really. But that would have been a very timely excuse, no?)
ReverendMother writes, In honor of a couple of marathon meetings I attended this week:
1. What's your view of meetings? Choose one or more, or make up your own:
a) When they're good, they're good. I love the feeling of people working well together on a common goal.
b) I don't seek them out, but I recognize them as a necessary part of life.
c) The only good meeting is a canceled meeting.
I'm going to chicken out and say that I really could say any of the three, depending on the meeting. I like to get things done, so the meetings that irritate me are the ones where we spend most of the time socializing or discussing way-off-topic stuff. Or where one person (unless it's me, of course, in all my brilliance) dominates the whole thing. If I had to choose one of the above, I'm probably consistently a 'b'.
2. Do you like some amount of community building or conversation, or are you all business?
Sort of answered this one above. I like to socialize, but my preference is to get the work done first and then have the option of hanging around. Some of us want to go home. On the other hand, especially in a new group, you need a certain amount of community building included in order for people to trust one another. So, I guess I like purposeful socializing. I dislike a lot of distract-y gossiping.
3. How do you feel about leading meetings? Share any particular strengths or weaknesses you have in this area.
I like leading meetings because I can get things done. (Can you sense a theme here?) I suppose that my business-like demeanor could be a weakness as well. Maybe. I'm not convinced of this. I think the church generally needs a kick in the butt more than it needs another easy-going committee member. Or my church does, anyway.
4. Have you ever participated in a virtual meeting? (conference call, IM, chat, etc.) What do you think of this format? Conference call. Not a fan. I know it's a necessary evil, but I really miss the body-language bit. I'd rather do email or IM than a conference call, but I'm no giant fan of those either. Nothing replaces the in-person experience.
5. Share a story of a memorable meeting you attended.
Okay, none of my answers above were all that interesting; in fact, I stayed in this particular Friday Five just to be able to answer this one. This is in my top-five favorite moments of ministry, this meeting. And it has everything to do with the lovely image below. Thanks, despair.com. 
So we were starting our capital campaign to retire the mortgage. We needed to raise about $320,000 (we can have a separate discussion about why retiring your mortgage is or is not a good idea, but suffice it to say that it wasn't really my choice to make at the time). One of the early steps in the process is to establish an "Advance Gifts" committee, which solicits large or significant gifts before the official kick-off of the campaign, basically so you can announce all this success on the very first day. Sort of like making a list of all the things you have to do this weekend and starting with two or three things you've already done, so you can cross them off and feel good about yourself before you begin (this is a hint from my mother, and it really works).
On this committee were a bunch of guys in the congregation I hardly knew. I knew many of their wives better, and some of their kids. Several were professionals (doctors, lawyers, architects) and several were retired. About a dozen in all. And we had our first meeting with - as he shall be called - Consultant Guy, on a Monday evening. Consultant Guy was one of those particularly smug, slick money-raisers who's probably pretty successful at it, but who makes you want to take a quick shower after spending any amount of time with him. (Fortunately he was only our auxiliary guy and we only had this one meeting with him.)
There's a much longer story behind my previous interactions with Consultant Guy, but that's really for another time. Nothing terrible or inappropriate, just...you know. Icky. So imagine the slickest guy you know and - bing! That's this guy. Consultant Guy wanted to break the ice by having everyone introduce themselves and then tell us what we were doing at 10:00 this morning. "Won't this be fun," he suggests in his peculiarly slimy/jolly manner.
Everyone obliges and we go around the room: someone was mowing the lawn, someone was working, someone was in traffic, someone was on the phone. Etc. Until we get to a man whose family I knew quite well, but who, as an individual, I had spend virtually no time with. This man is a doctor. And he is also the kind of person (as I discovered) who has a very astute slick-detector. He could see right through Consultant Guy. Here is what followed.
Doctor: So you want to know what we were doing at 10:00 this morning?
CG: Yes, that would be great (insert slick chuckle here).
Doctor: Are you sure about that?
CG: (with increased chuckle) Why, yes! Certainly. Of course.
Doctor: Well, I had my head up some guy's ass.
LONG PAUSE.
Then, RAUCOUS LAUGHTER. I thought I was going to bust an internal organ. Doctor continued, "Because I was doing a colonoscopy." More laughter. "So," he continues, "seriously. Up his ass."
Consultant Guy was summarily deflated. And this is still my favorite meeting of all time.
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
This Side of Heartbreak
A woman came into my office today to think out loud about the direction she ought to take in life. This is fine. This is the sort of thing I ought to be doing, and generally enjoy doing, and feel okay at, and think is helpful and meaningful for people. I can listen pretty well (I don't always, of course, but I can if I try).
Either ministry is strengthened by one's own weaknesses and heartbreak, or it is compromised. Maybe even extinguished. Though I haven't read it, I suspect this is something of what Henri Nouwen suggests in The Wounded Healer - which is, after all, the only sort of healer any of us can ever be. We are all wounded in one way or another, or many, and either we will become strong at the broken places, or we will break altogether and perhaps shatter others along the way.
It's like listening to someone from underwater. As if you are holding your breath, deep down in the pool, watching the blurry forms of people on the surface and hearing the echoes of their voices, but only in the most imprecise way, only in fits and starts of sound.
Boy, I really wanted to tell her to shut up a few times. MY LORD, lady, SUCK IT UP and MAKE A DECISION and MOVE ON because I CANNOT LISTEN to YOU talk about how life is UNFAIR and not tell you RIGHT NOW HOW VERY, VERY, VERY UNFAIR IT IS but I have to sit here and LISTEN and if ONE MORE PERSON tells me that they are trying to follow God's will for their life I will start SCREAMING about how I'm TOTALLY UNCONVINCED at the moment that a lot of things have anything at all to do with GOD'S SUPPOSED WILL and if you say that one more time I will LOSE IT right here in my office.
My goodness. That was a lot of rage, right there.
Yesterday I was in a great deal of despair. Last night I discovered, again, the extraordinary man I married and his grace and love and patience under pressure. So today, on the other side of heartbreak, it is time to start moving on. For some of the day, I have been just fine. For some of the day, I am relieved to know the truth and begin to figure out exactly what we will do from here.
But for some more of the day, I am stuck at the bottom of that pool, holding my breath, hearing only murmurs and echoes and frankly, I am not paying that much attention. The thing about real heartbreak is that you never really get to the other side. It becomes a part of who you are from then on. Either it poisons you or something saves you, redeems you.
I went back to a book my dear blogging friend recommended: Free of Charge, by Miroslav Volf. I went back to find this bit of his own story. Because he knows what yesterday was like, and what it's like to live with that yesterday forever.
Then it dawned on me: Fertility would have robbed me of my boys. From my present vantage point, that would have been a disaster - the disaster of not having what I so passionately love. Infertility was the condition for the possibility of these two indescribable gifts. And understanding that changed my attitude about infertility. Since it gave me what I now can't imagine living without, poison was transmuted into a gift, God's strange gift. The pain of it remains, of course. But the poison is gone. Nine years of desperate trying was like one long painful childbirth, the purpose of which was to give us Nathanael and Aaron. True, had we had biological children of our own, I would have loved and wanted them, and I would have been spared the pain. But that's what would have happened. It didn't. I have Nathanael and Aaron. It's them that I love. It's them that I want. And it's they who redeem the arduous path that led to having them.
Perhaps we will name our first child Nathanael. Or Aaron. Or Miroslav. Someday.
(Okay, okay. Not Miroslav.)
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Best. Distraction. Ever.

I have no shame in saying this: I am a huge Simpsons' fan. Huge. As in, can quote hundreds of lines from tons of episodes and love doing so (especially during confirmation).
So, I was very excited to find 'Simpsonize Me,' through the good graces of Real Live Preacher (thanks, Gordon). And thus I proudly present myself, Simpsonized (sadly, clergy gear was not an option).
Please note that in real life I wear cuter shoes. Thank you for your attention. Carry on.
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Two Prayers for Today
One I read yesterday afternoon - familiar, but just what I needed:
All shall be well,
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well. - Julian of Norwich
And one which came from my parents today:
Everything will be okay in the end.
If it's not okay, that's because it's not the end.
Amen to both.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Punched in the Gut
I put off this doctor's appointment for a long time. I told myself that abnormal sperm analysis results were not the end of the world, that people still have children, that miracles happen. I told myself that we would be fine.
Until the doctor told me today that we would not.
We have a 2-3% chance of ever conceiving a child on our own. And no, that's not nothing - but if someone told you that you had a 2-3% chance of surviving a disease or a surgery, you'd feel like you were punched in the gut. Like you could scream to the skies about how unfair this is, how wrong, how very very very very stupid this all is, how unreal, and none of it would make a difference. None of it would change the numbers. Numbers don't lie.
He wasn't mean, the doctor. But he was realistic. I didn't cry in his office, though I know he could tell my eyes were brighter than they should be. I kept it together until I was in the elevator, and then I lost it. Because I walked in there thinking I could still be a mother just like other people, in the same way other people can, like a normal person, and I walked out knowing that I can't. I won't. I can still be a mother, but it won't be normal. It won't be a surprise. It won't be cheap. It won't be easy.
I've been using movie or television allusions a lot in this blog lately, which could mean a lot of things. But today I have had a scene from Four Weddings and a Funeral in my head. You know, after the guy dies at the wedding, and Hugh Grant and the girl who secretly loves him and their friends have to drag him into a side room while he's having his heart attack, and across the room his lover is completely unaware of the whole thing, totally, blissfully ignorant that his life, as he knows it, is slowly ending on the other side of the party. And then afterward, how Hugh Grant has to walk across that long, long room to tell him, and you see him, the widower, laughing gently at a joke being told, and you know - the way you know what is going to happen to Jackie Kennedy's pink suit in Dallas, the way you know that plane really is going to hit that building six years ago yesterday - you know what is coming. You know, but he doesn't. And you can see in his face that he doesn't, and that it's not real, it hasn't happened for him, until Hugh Grant has to tell him.
And then he does.
Beloved does not know what the doctor told me, because he was teaching all day and this is not the kind of thing you share over the phone. So all day, I am walking across that Scottish wedding reception, looking at his face - his blissfully ignorant face - and knowing that I have to tell him this, I have to tell him that we can't have a child the way most people do, and that the reason for this is because of him. I don't blame him. None of this is his fault. What happens to one of us happens to both of us, and I love him and I wouldn't trade him for a guy who could get me pregnant every nine months for ten years. (Good God, what a nightmare that would be.)
But this is hell to tell someone, and hell to hear, and I can hardly bear the fact that pretty soon I will have to leave work and drive home and all the way I will be walking across that room. And tomorrow we will have had this conversation, this horrible conversation, and we will not be the same as we are, as we were when I was waiting in that doctor's office this morning. And nothing I can say will solve it or take away from the fact that he is not fine. He is not okay. I am. He is not. I just don't want that to be the only thing he hears.
Surely this is a nightmare and I will wake up. All babies are miracles. I just never thought that ours would have to be a medical one.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Now it's getting interesting.
One of my favorite television shows of all time is Mad About You. I think Paul Reiser is hilarious, and I always loved the relationship he and Helen Hunt had on the show. Their marriage was the one I wanted, especially on those long days of singledom when it seemed like everyone was paired up and just Bridget Jones and I were on our own.
I loved the show so much that I even bought the soundtrack which, to my delight, was filled not only with really great songs (including one that never fails to make me cry - The Things We've Handed Down, by Marc Cohn) but also with clips of dialogue from the show. When Beloved and I were putting together the bulletin for our marriage service, I dreamt of including little words of wisdom about marriage here and there, like clip art, and if I had been able to pull that off and if the word "crap" was not - well, a little inappropriate for worship - then I would have included this gem from the show:
Jamie: I just don't know why this is always so hard!
Paul: What?
Jamie: This...everything! Marriage...it's supposed to be different than this.
Paul: Says who?
Jamie: Everyone!
Paul: Well, they're wrong. It's just like this. It's exactly like this.
Jamie: According to WHO?
Paul: Everybody. I asked around.
Look, there's always going to be...stuff, you know? But I put up with your crap, and you put up with my crap.
Jamie: That's marriage?
Paul: This is what I'm thinking.
It's been a little Mad About You (which is different than Mad At You) in our house this week. I put up with your crap and you put up with mine - and some days, that's marriage. But most of all, it's been a week of "I thought it was supposed to different than this - easier than this." And it's not.
Don't get me wrong: it's been a good marriage week in our house, but a hard one. The idea of moving has usurped almost all other discussion topics. And we have had some hard, emotional, complicated, teary conversations about it. At the end of the day, we both had to make some confessions to each other: primarily, that this is a lot harder than you think going in. It's one thing to imagine that you might have this conversation one day; it's a whole other thing actually to have it, and to face the hard facts of I-want-one-thing and I-want-another, and figure out how to land somewhere inbetween. When there really is no inbetween: there's one thing or the other, and you can't have them both.
I don't know what will happen. I know that for the first time ever in the relatively short life of our marriage (not quite three years), I actually thought to myself in the darkest moment, "maybe this isn't going to work out. Maybe we won't make it." And that scared the shit out of me. We got through that place and to a much better one, and for that I am tremendously thankful - to the good Lord for watching over us, and to my astonishingly patient husband who can remain calm when I am, well, not.
I do know we are facing this together. I do know that there are a lot more hard conversations to come. I do know that I am still really, really loving my yoga class and that its emphasis on calm, peace, and breathing is exactly what I need right now.
I do know that my very favorite prayer is the one that I will hang onto:
Lord God, you have called us, your servants, to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown. Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go, but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Amen, maranatha, Amen.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
Of Changes and Yoga.
Beloved and I had another conversation last night about this new call possibility. I think he is coming more around to the idea in general - even if this particular situation doesn't work out - of moving someplace else for awhile. Which I could tell by the fact that his sentences changed from solely, "but what about this...what if we couldn't afford that..." to "if we moved..." That was a big step for him. We had had a long discussion about some of the details he had asked me to research, and then there was a long pause, and then we started cooking dinner, and right in the middle of slicing the tomatoes he said, "If we moved over there, I would have a greenhouse." (He loves gardening.)
I have never, ever heard him say the phrase, "If we moved over there." So that was huge.
Then I left him with the dishes because last night I went to my very first yoga class. A friend and I had walked past this little yoga studio just a block from my house a few months ago, but I had summarily forgotten its existence until a few weeks ago when someone else was talking about how much they enjoy yoga, and I thought, "Hey! Yoga! That studio!"
To make a long story short, I used to do Pilates before we were married, with a teacher I really liked at a gym near my house. When I moved into Beloved's house 30 miles away, that gym was no longer a reasonable option, and I never did find another Pilates class. But I missed it a lot (which is saying something because frankly, I really hate exercising).
But last night was really great, and very hard. It's about 85 degrees in there, and yoga is just as hard as it looks. Harder, actually. It's an introductory class, so there were a lot of us with puzzled looks on our faces trying to make our bodies do things they haven't done since we were in diapers.
Early on, the teacher talked about the importance of breathing well. I can't remember her words exactly, but a paraphrase would go something like this: "your body will be doing all kinds of difficult and strenuous things. You need to learn how to breathe calmly so that you can keep your focus and not be overwhelmed by the physical demands you will put on yourself. Breathing deeply will help you do this."
Now there's a good lesson for this particular week in my life. Breathe. Breathe deeply. Do not become overwhelmed by your circumstances. Breathe. Breathe again.
I am sore today in places I didn't even think had muscles of their own. But I am breathing. And will try to continue.
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Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Update to Yesterday's Surprising Phone Call
I think you could describe my current state of mind as the perfect balance of thrilled and terrified.
So I went home last night to discuss with my beloved the idea of this new call. Let me be clear: Beloved has very, very little desire to leave our current location. He likes this city, and there are some very legitimate reasons for that. He has a good job with seniority. His family is here, especially his three nieces and nephew, whom he adores (I quite like them myself). He likes the climate. The family cabin is here. He has tons of friends here. The cost of living here is very reasonable. All of these are legitimate reasons to stay.
And, while he was definitely skeptical about the possibility of going elsewhere, he did not rule it out as entirely as I had feared. My greatest fear in this situation - or any future call possibility which might come my way - is that I will feel absolutely called to go, and he will refuse to leave, and I will then resent him. And I told him that last night, in the most honest but gentle way I could.
I know he understands, in theory, that I probably cannot spend my entire working life here. There are not many options for me. He, on the other hand, could probably work another ten years and then retire from his current job - though he'd have to work somewhere or it's Top Ramen for us. When we started dating, I was in the midst of discussions similar to this one, with another congregation in the same area. And he said he just couldn't go, couldn't leave then. And I felt more called to pursue a life with him than I did a life with that congregation, so I pulled the plug on that conversation and have never looked back.
But this is different. We had a good talk. He has a lot of questions. He is also the kind of person who does a lot of research and who needs a lot of information before making a decision (it took him two years to pick out a barbeque. Seriously. It's a wonder he married me as quickly as he did). So I think now is the time to let him think for himself for awhile.
But I did call the pastor back today, and got both some answers to Beloved's questions (the man didn't teach economics for nothing) and a very lovely word. To paraphrase the conversation:
Mystery Pastor: "If it's okay, I'd like to give you a little advice as you discern this."
Me: "That would be great. Sure."
MP: "I hear in your voice a little bit of, well, fear. And I tend to be that way when I make decisions myself, to focus on all the obstacles because I'm comfortable where I am, and if I can throw up a lot of obstacles and reasons NOT to go, then I can stay. But I encourage you, in the midst of figuring out the obstacles, also to do some dreaming and visioning about what could be. If you want to come here and it's the right thing for all of us, we will make it work. We will figure out all that other stuff."
That was a great word for me. He just kept saying that last bit in different versions: "we will figure it out. We will be creative. We want you, and we will figure it out."
I'm not used to that. It's obviously quite flattering, for one, but I think he might actually mean it. And that congregation is in a financial position to make the economic part happen, I believe.
So now I will go home to a little more conversation. And a whole lot of prayer. Thanks for yours. Keep em' coming - we'll need them. For the obstacles, but also for the dreams.
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Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Huh. Didn't see that coming.
In the middle of the potluck today, I answered the phone (since the secretary is off today at her husband's surgery). And it was a pastor I have never met, calling from a large and growing congregation, to say that my name had been mentioned to him - twice - as a possibility for associate pastor.
Huh.
I've been trying to discern how to leave for awhile now, and I haven't been very good at it. Maybe because this is my first call, and though I've been here for eight years, it's still difficult to know when to go. I've asked the good Lord, from time to time, to be more direct, but the good Lord has largely not obliged me in this, which is understandable.
But at this call (which I moved upstairs, away from the parishioners, to field more appropriately), my heart did this little leaping thing that it hasn't done about church for awhile. This little skipped beat, like a spark. I wonder if that's something to pay attention to.
What made my heart leap even higher was how he finished this sentence: "this congregation is theologically..." and I was waiting for "conservative," because although I happen to know the city where this congregation is, I don't know anything about this church, and what I know about its location might lead toward - well, more red than blue, if you get my drift.
But - oh, miracle of miracles - he said, "...progressive." Which made me smile. And then he said, "in fact we are the only church in our area which is Reconciled in Christ," which, if you are Lutheran or know the lingo, means it is openly a welcoming place for gay and lesbian folk. Which really made me smile. Because trust me, that attitude ain't happenin' where I am in the foreseeable future.
So now I will need to go home and talk with my beloved about this. Which should be interesting (and I mean this in the way that Midwestern people use this word, like, "That tattooed, pierced boyfriend my daughter brought home sure is interesting"). My beloved is quite attached to our current geographical location. And I am too, to be honest. But my possibilities for new call around here are very limited. And he knows that too. It's not the best time to be thinking about moving from the perspective of his job. And I know that too.
See, good Lord? Here I am, still asking for something more direct than an actual phone call. I might be getting close to "too demanding," I think.
Huh. Some thinking and praying to do. If you read this and have time to pray for me and my beloved, I would appreciate it very much.
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Friday, August 31, 2007
Friday Five: Seasons Change...
From Rev Gals...
It's Labor Day weekend here in the United States, also known as Summer's Last Hurrah. So let's say goodbye to summer and hello to the autumn.
1. Share a highlight from this summer. (If you please, don't just say "our vacation to the Canadian Rockies." Give us a little detail or image. Help us live vicariously through you!)
We had a fantastic time visiting my brother and sister-in-law in New York. To live vicariously, see my post below on that trip. Two highlights: one, seeing Avenue Q on Broadway - Funniest. Show. Ever. And two, spending time with my brother and his wife. I realized during the trip that this is the most time I have ever spent with him as an adult; after I left for college 16 years ago, when he was 12, our lives have been in different cities and the time we've spent together has been with other family around. It was so great to see his life and his marriage and how amazing he is as a grown-up.
2. Are you glad to see this summer end? Why or why not?
I'm always glad to see summer end, mostly because fall is my favorite season. I'm not really a hot-weather girl, though I have adapted to it over the the past eight years of living in a location with a real summer (as opposed to my childhood in Seattle, where summer is a pretty sporadic thing).
3. Name one or two things you're looking forward to this fall.
My two standards: cooking and sweaters. Honestly. I'm so sick of grilling things - I want to make soups and casseroles and roasts and breads and all those yummy oven-required recipes that make the kitchen way too freaking hot in the summer. And I have a sweater fetish (only slightly surpassed by my inordinate love for shoes and purses). I am sick of shorts and t-shirts. Time to move on.
4. Do you have any special preparations or activities to mark the transition from one season to another? (Cleaning of house, putting away summer clothes, one last trip to the beach)
In October, I switch some home-decorating things: wool pillow covers in the living room, different duvet covers in the bedrooms, leaves and candles and gourds replace flowers in vases. I put t-shirts away and bring out the sweaters. Buy mums and put them on the porch. Fall stuff.
5. I'll know that fall is really here when __________________________________.
I'm wearing a sweater and cooking spaghetti sauce and we turn the pilot light back on for the gas fireplace. Can hardly wait.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
A Random Post About Advent
More Cows' thoughts about the ancient "Why can't we sing Christmas carols during Advent" dilemma - which must have started immediately after Paul stopped writing to the early church because frankly, it's a tug-of-war which feels about that old - got me thinking about the reasons why I am an unabashed Advent nazi. I am willing to bend pretty far on a lot of things, but this is not one of them. And, in an attempt to explain 'why' to my congregation, I wrote the following newsletter article a few years ago. It preceded one particular Advent when we didn't (insert horrified gasp here) put up the Christmas tree in the sanctuary until Christmas Eve.
This is not quite as random as you might otherwise think, given that the Worship Committee is starting to plan our Advent season in a few weeks. But I freely admit that it's a topic about which I have some passionate opinions, and I'll take just about any opportunity to spout them off. Thus, the following...
August 11. That’s the first day I noticed Christmas merchandise for sale. Every year it finds its way into stores just a little earlier, pouncing on you when you’ve turned the corner from the toiletries aisle or the pet food. Trees! Elves! Dancing Santas! Icicle lights and neon sleds! And by September, news broadcasts already start to anticipate whether retailers expect a good holiday season. By Christmas itself, the whole thing may start to feel like it’s been dragging on forever.
Make no mistake: Christmas is an economic reality. Christmas is big business in lots of places, and the church is not entirely an exception. Church budgets tend to run in certain patterns: lower giving during January and the summer months, higher giving during Lent, Easter, and Christmas. And yet we know that the truest Word about Christmas has nothing to do with money. How do we reconcile these two realities? How do we manage lives which pressure us to spend a lot, to earn a lot, to be successful, and yet live from a faith which tells us that we are called to be a light to the nations?
“Practice, practice, practice,” parents tell their children. Practice the piano, your spelling list, sports skills, vocabulary flashcards, math problems. Practice makes…if not perfect, at least improvement. Advent is our time to practice waiting. And waiting, for most of us, is a skill which requires some deep and thoughtful practice. The church year follows patterns of all kinds, including patterns of color: Advent submerges us in blues, purples, and pinks, colors which remind us of the night sky over Bethlehem, the richness of royal robes, the hint of sunrise. Advent is a season of waiting, of anticipation, of hope.
For children, the four weeks of Advent may feel like an eternity; when I was a child, time itself seemed to slow down during December, days stretching out like months before us, always leading to the Christmas celebration. But that kind of anticipation can make the celebration itself even more joyful. Our Advent worship needs to create a space, a time, music and word for us to practice that anticipation. We live, after all, in joyful expectation of Jesus’ return, and Advent gives us four weeks to rehearse our skills in patience.
Which brings us to the question you may well have during Advent at Trinity: where’s the tree? As part of our focus on waiting and anticipation, this year the worship committee has decided not to put a Christmas tree in the sanctuary until the Christmas celebration itself. If that seems a bit drastic, consider these words: “would you place a birthday cake on your dining room table weeks before your child’s birthday? Would you expect a new bride to walk around wearing her wedding dress three weeks before the wedding? Out of strong desires for our churches to feel like our homes, and out of convenience, we rob the season of Advent of its purpose when we place the very strong symbol of a Christmas tree in our worship space before the Christmas season begins.” These words come from a worship resource called Sundays and Seasons, used by many Lutheran churches, including our own. And, perhaps, it is right! Perhaps we are not good at waiting because we so seldom practice it. But in our rush to get to the celebration, we miss the joy of anticipating it.
So there will be no Christmas tree in our sanctuary (though there will be one in the narthex) until Christmas Eve. Perhaps this will feel strange, disconcerting, even a bit uncomfortable to you. It probably should. And when it feels odd, remember Mary, a teenage girl pregnant with God’s own Son, waiting for her child’s birth. Remember the words of John the Baptist, announcing Jesus’ ministry: “Prepare the way of the Lord!” Remember Simeon and Anna, two elderly servants of the Lord who had waited all their lives to see and touch the Messiah, and who held the baby Jesus in their arms. Remember those who waited, waited, waited, and us who still wait for Jesus’ return, trusting in God’s promise that one day, the whole world will be made new.
Practice your waiting. Practice, practice, practice. We are a people born of this waiting, and when we lose sight of the One for whom we wait, we lose our hope as well. Most of us will have Christmas trees in our homes sometime before Christmas Eve; there will be Christmas concerts and television specials and carols on the radio. But in the sanctuary, we will practice waiting. We will hear words about hope and expectation. We will sing “O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel.” And we will pray:
In the mighty name of God,
In the saving name of Jesus,
In the strong name of the Spirit,
we come
we cry
we watch
we wait
we long
for you.
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Back in the Saddle
Well, my vacation is over. We had a great time - lots of fun, lots of relaxation, a few house projects finished (yippee!) - and now it's time to be serious again.
I'm still in the vacation frame of mind, partly because my brain is still switching back over to the pacific time zone after seven days on the east coast, and partly because the glow of vacation is a bit like the afternoon of Christmas Day: you just have to sit and marvel for awhile that you have had this lovely experience, and you can't quite peel yourself off the couch. Not quite yet.
We started with some days at home, which I always appreciate. Time to read (a whole stack from the library in less than a week - oh, the joy). Time to relax with a cup of coffee and the newspaper in the morning. Time to attend worship without having to do anything but listen. Time to work in the backyard and help put a fence together and paint the porch railing, which I have been meaning to do since we moved in a year ago, and deadhead my roses, and eat ice cream sandwiches in the afternoon, and drink lemonade, and sleep in.
And then seven days in New York City, just about as far from home as we can get and still stay in the country. Where we did lots of kitchsy-touristy things: the Empire State Building (where I discovered my beloved's heretofore unknown mild fear of heights), Rockefeller Center, the United Nations, Ground Zero (since the last time I was in NYC I went to the top of those buildings), a Reuben sandwich at Katz's Deli (home of a scene in When Harry Met Sally), amazing soul food in Harlem (check out Amy Ruth's restaurant here).
And a Broadway show, which requires its own little paragraph. I've wanted to see Avenue Q for years, since I read about it one day in Newsweek. And if Sesame Street has ever been a part of your life, as it has been in mine, then this is the show for you. As they state repeatedly: it's not for kids. (Nor could any show be with songs like Everyone's a Little Bit Racist and It Sucks to be Me). One song in particular is begging for its own post, so I'll work on that for later. But oh - to laugh until you cry, that's good vacation.
It was good to get out of dodge, but after 10 days of "huh...I thought I packed more clean shirts. And where is my last pair of underwear?" living, we were also ready to get back home. Back to work for both of us; back to life.
Hopefully also, a small step for me back to vitality and energy and out of, well, not depression exactly, but certainly sluggishness. Ennui. A certain apathy. (Thesaurus, anyone?) After my last post about prayer, I have started to feel something growing again, some small buds of hope and reconnection to God. I am only a few steps along what I believe will be a long road. I need to make some commitments of my own, to prayer and scripture reading. But to be honest, I also need God to make some steps toward me - or, in more accurate theological language, to make God's already-closeness more known. I am hoping for that. I am ready for that. I might even be praying for it.
Vacation is good. Life is good. Time to work.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Numb, Again
Like clockwork. Again. Period arrives exactly on schedule, even perhaps one day early. For the...oh, wait, let me count...21st time. In a row. Not pregnant. Again.
Among the many feelings which arrive - also, like clockwork - is an increasing sense of numbness in my prayer life. (Funny enough, I just mistyped that last sentence 'prayer lie,' although it may have been more than a typo.) Prayer life or prayer lie? I can't really pray anymore. I don't know how to ask for something for the five thousandth time in a way that is meaningful to myself or, I suppose, to God. Does God not know how badly we want this child? Does God not hear me? Does God not care?
I preach about these things. I say all the right things when I do that, and there is no way for me to tell the truth about this particular prayer crisis in my preaching. It would only call attention to myself, and do no one - including me - any good. Not from the pulpit, anyway.
But here, I can tell you the truth. Yes, I know there are much bigger problems in the world. I know there are people dying of cancer and children starving and women being raped and unjust wars raging.
But I am angry and hurt and totally bewildered. I do believe in the existence of God, but I don't know how to reach God anymore. I am numb. I have tried to pray and I can't. Should I give up? How can you have a conversation with someone who doesn't listen, who appears not to care, who does nothing in the face of your heartbreak? Are you not there? Have you forgotten me? Us?
Sounds like a psalm, but that's not my point. What do you do when you can't pray anymore?
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Thursday, August 02, 2007
Can you spell p-r-o-c-r-a-s-t-i-n-a-t-i-o-n?
I can: INFJ.
There it is. Thanks to Mrs.M for the distraction.
This is the same result I got from taking Myers-Briggs pre-seminary...maybe the internet is more trustworthy than I thought.
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Yes, I'm bitter. Got a problem with that? DO YA?
Everybody has a secret shame. Mine (or the one I'll admit here) is that I read People's website. Because it's a shame, in more ways than one, I'm not going to link to it here - I don't want anyone else to get hooked. Not that I'm hooked, exactly, but I do check it a few times a week. Or once a day. Sometimes twice. Whatever.
Which is how I found out that Nicole Richie - who weighs as much as I did in the fourth grade - is pregnant. Four months. With the child of some guy she's been dating since, oh, January. She's also facing jail time for a DUI charge.
Intellectually, I understand that people don't have children because they deserve them - that system, though it has its attractions, would only end up in a serious mess. How could someone who preaches grace be so cruel as to say that someone does not deserve her child?
But in what twisted world does Nicole Richie get pregnant when I - and thousands of other fertility-impaired women - can't?
You know, some days I have quite thoughtful responses to things. But today, at the end of a long day, in the midst of month 23 of trying to get pregnant, all I can muster up is this. Fuck it.
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Over my Head
Every once in awhile, I feel the need to comment on a situation whose depth is far beyond my understanding. I have no idea if anyone will ever read this, nor does it particularly matter to me at the moment, since I am working this out for myself more than anyone else - but, over at RevGals, a storm has been brewing, and I've been thinking about what my response might be.
I don't really understand the facts of the whole situation, so this rumination is not as much a comment directly to that event as it has caused me to think about the larger issues at stake. (For a wonderful commentary from someone who is more knowledgeable, even though I don't completely agree with her, read this from More Cows.) To summarize how I understand it: a blogger was removed from the ring because content on her blog could cause problems, by association, for others on the ring. The primary issue at stake is the question of her polyamory - a committed relationship with more than one person. Bluntly, that is a way of life that I do not understand, and with which I have some problems (again, admitting that I don't really understand it). The presumption was that her inclusion in the blog could be problematic for those whose congregations know they are connected to RevGals. And it's that last part which seems to have caused the most controversy.
A few preliminary things: first, I found out about this the way you find out about things in high school, which is to hear rumors (in this case, through comments on a completely different post) and then to try and track down the truth. I find that irritating. I'm sure the ring and the blogger in question did not particularly want this issue publicized in the manner it was, though once you're in a public blog ring, it's pretty hard to keep the lid on. But I disliked the feeling I got from the whole thing: that the people who were really important knew about the controversy, and I was just standing on the sidelines trying to understand what the hell was going on. That's never pleasant. And my initial irritation was not the best entry into the discussion.
Second: as I have read a bit here and there, I do believe that the decision-makers in question did their best in a difficult situation. And the blogger in question has been tremendously gracious under impossible circumstances. But here's the question for me: where are the boundaries? This raises tremendously complicated problems. It seems to me no accident that even the earliest church struggled with questions of inclusion and exclusion, and certainly we haven't come all that far since, when you think about it.
I serve in a denomination - and a congregation, come to think of it - where ordination of gay and lesbian persons in committed relationships has not yet been approved. I pray that one day it will be - in fact, I trust and believe that one day, that will come to be. I believe my denomination and my congregation are wrong not to move forward. I have, honestly, not been particularly vocal about my opinion in my congregation (denominationally is a bit different). Am I protecting my job? Yes. Do I believe that I am doing some folks a disservice by not being more vocal? Yes. Do I know exactly how to deal with that? No. I do believe that I can preach and live the gospel without commenting directly on this question and still do my level best to help others live out the radical gospel - which, I pray, may lead them one day to the same conviction I have on this matter. I am sure that is not enough for some people, and I can understand why. But it is the uneasy truce with which I live.
So I have very little interest in exclusion from the church, or any organization representing the church, and RevGals could be called such an organization. On the other hand, there is some value in a community of people whose struggles and joys are quite unique - the value of finding one another, even in cyberspace, and knowing you are not alone. The shape of clergy life, and of life as a clergy woman, is not inherently more difficult than other ways of life. It is not better than, or more important than, any other calling. I detest the clergy attitude I hear too often: that this life is so much harder than anything else, that no one understands, that the congregation just doesn't get it. Maybe they don't - but, then again, I don't get what it is like to be a teacher, or a parent, or a real estate agent, or unemployed, or retired. So it's a basic human failure of empathy, not the triumph of clergy-dom as the career of martyrs. We ought to get over ourselves.
But one of the things I appreciate so much about RevGals, frankly, is its exclusionary nature - not that it seeks to exclude, but that it is, by definition, a blog ring for people connected to a certain sort of vocation. And that means that, by definition, we are excluding some people from participation. Again - not exclusion for its own sake, and not as a general practice, but so that it might be a safe and unique community for those who need support from one another.
I don't think, insofar as my fairly meager understanding of it would lead, that I can support polyamory as a way of life. But frankly, that's not the question for me. I have intentionally chosen to remain anonymous on this blog - and you can call me chicken for that, or you can appreciate that there are some things better left unsaid in congregations, and that my releasing of those things here makes me a better pastor in my context. So I have no risk here. No one will tar me with the brush of association - and that slippery slope is highly problematic to me. We are not going to agree on everything. Some of us in this ring would not be eligible for ordination in another blogger's denomination, and sadly, that's the truth.
But what we do have in common is a way of life that is hard to explain, and a need for collegial support. I appreciate that support. And I think it might (oh, fear and trembling here) require a bit of exclusion to be genuine. The problem, of course, is where that exclusion starts and ends. I have not yet figured that out for myself. So I will pray for those affected, including all those at RevGals, those who have left by choice or otherwise, and those who remain. May we learn to live together in honesty and in love - a balance nearly impossible to maintain.
For nothing will be impossible with God.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Page 357 and Counting
That's how far I have gotten in Harry Potter 7 - page 357. Much to my chagrin, as I was hoping to be done by now. And, until I finish (tonight! We hope!), I'm avoiding most online chatter - including blogs and non-mainline news organizations - in the fear of finding out the ending before I get there.
Oh, how I wanted to bring the book to work today, but I knew it would be too distracting, so I managed to leave it at home. To which I have been waiting to return since I got here at 9:00am...
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Accio Friday Five!
I, like ReverendMother of RevGals, am a Harry Potter fan(atic) - saw Order of the Phoenix last night, as a matter of fact. So I'm delighted to accio my keyboard and produce my patronus...er, blog.
1. Which Harry Potter book is your favorite and why?
Oh, hard to pick - but I'd say six. I love the relationship between Dumbledore and Harry. (As an aside - I have to say that Richard Harris' death and the subsequent portrayals of Dumbledore by Michael Gambon are my only beef with movies three through five...I just miss Harris. He was perfect.)
2. Which character do you most resemble? Which character would you most like to get to know?
I'm Hermione, right down to the unruly curly hair and the oft-obnoxious school smarts. But I'd love to know Ginny - the whole Weasley crew, actually.
3. How careful are you about spoilers?
a) bring 'em on--even if I know the destination, the journey's still good
b) eh, I'd rather not know what happens, but I'm not going to commit Avada Kedavra if someone makes a slip
c) I will sequester myself in a geodesic dome to avoid finding anything out.
Definitely the last. I'm such a dork (see comment about Hermione above) that I seriously considered ordering my book shipped to the hotel out of town at which I will be attending a family wedding on July 21. I decided to stick with the house - but I will do my best to avoid any and all dropped hints between now and then.
4. Make one prediction/share one hope about book 7.
I hope Harry doesn't die. I also hope and suspect that Dumbledore is not dead...yet. I suspect the power of love given by Harry's parents will win out in the end, but somebody's going to die for sure. I'm guessing Ron. But then who will Hermione end up with?
5. Rowling has said she's not planning any prequels or sequels, but are there characters or storylines (past or future) that you would like to see pursued?
Nothing I hate more than an unnecessary sequel (see Gone With the Wind). It may not be the most Christian thing to say, but in this case - the end is the end. No more. I'll be happy to end it with book seven and call it a day.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
She Laughed
I've been thinking about the fact that the bible has a lot of stories about barren women. Well, not a lot in comparison to how many Psalms there are or how many times Jesus talks about money, but a fair number - it seems to have been a common problem among God's chosen women. And I find this intriguing.
So I've also been thinking about writing a series of meditations on my own experience with infertility and the experiences of these biblical women. I'd like to take pieces of their stories and reflect with them - there could be a number of meditations for each woman. The first one, below, is called "She Laughed" (you can guess who the subject is, I'm sure). It's not complete - when I re-read it now, after writing it several months ago, it sounds more bitter than I had intended - but I'd appreciate feedback, or at least a potential audience. These are not intended for preaching, by the way, but more as written material to ponder with.
Here goes.
She Laughed
They said to him, “Where is your wife Sarah?” And he said, “There, in the tent.” Then one said, “I will surely return to you in due season, and your wife Sarah shall have a son.” And Sarah was listening at the tent entrance behind him. – Genesis 18:9-10
I wonder what Sarah was thinking when she heard that. Who knows if the bible counts days and years the same way we do now – maybe Sarah wasn’t quite 90 when the angels showed up at their tent – but she was old, too old, and she knew that, and Abraham knew it too. And then she stands eavesdropping on the conversation between her husband and these three strangers, and hears the words she must have found completely, totally, utterly unbelievable.
In spite of the raging availability of angels nowadays – in ceramic, plasticine, or quilted form at least – I would have absolutely no idea what to do if three guys showed up at my door and one of them mentioned to my husband that I was going to have a son. This is part of the trick that infertility plays on your mind. Over and over again, like a terrible loop in your head, runs the phrase whispered as a chorus: I’m never going to have a baby. However old Sarah actually was, and however long she had waited to get pregnant, I’m sure it was a lot longer than I’ve been waiting at this point. I’m also quite sure that peeing on a stick, in bible times, was much less helpful than it is now for predicting ovulation and possible pregnancy. Though that whole striped-reeds thing worked well for Jacob…I might have to check that out.
But there’s also the divine-visitor aspect of it. I’m a bit jealous of Sarah over that one. Much better than an EPT. Gender prediction, even! I don’t anticipate angels arriving at my door with such an announcement. Doctors can be angelic, in the original sense: the idea of serving as messengers, as proclaimers of good news. But this is not the same thing.
I wonder how long it took before Sarah gave up hope. Was it after Ishmael? Was it even before that? Was it when her sisters had children, and her neighbors, and that girl down the street who got pregnant by accident? Did she cry herself to sleep at night? Did she rage against the totally unfair nature of it all? Because I feel sure that she had given up hope by the time the angels arrived. That’s why she laughed – because the idea was beyond ridiculous. If she had still been praying for a baby, still been secretly, even in the deepest part of her heart, hoping for one, she would not have laughed. She would have cried then, tears of relief and joy. You only laugh when a thing is so inconceivable as to be a joke.
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Friday, July 06, 2007
Friday Five: Hasty Edition
From RevGals...
Whoops! I have been in a family-induced haze these few days, with the July 4 holiday and taking time off while relatives are visiting. So I literally lost track of what day it was!
So rather than make you guys wait even one minute longer for the five, I'll dig up an oldie:
Today, what are you:
1. Wearing
A new shirt! And some shorts (work-appropriate), because it's bloody hot here. 103 yesterday, which is on the very high end of the mercury for us. And cute shoes: my weakness.
2. Reading
As usual, more than one thing. I'm frantically trying to finish Harry Potter 5 before the movie comes out next Wednesday; then I'll have to start 6 in time to finish before 7 is released in a few weeks. But I'm also reading Three Cups of Tea, a fantastic and true story of a man who starts a school in Pakistan. The charity which supports that now network of schools is linked on my blog on the right - check out The Central Asia Institute. Amazing stuff.
3. Eating
Nothing, at the moment, though I am pondering what treats I might find in the church freezer. Hang on a second.
Oh, lovely. I found a square of lemon cake with white frosting. So now I'm eating that.
4. Doing
Blogging. But I should be working on the sermon.
5. Pondering
Also, as usual, more than one thing: what the sermon will be; how the installation of cabinets is going in our house and whether my husband will be satisfied with them (happily, he's home to supervise as he is a raging perfectionist); a beautiful poem I heard on Morning Edition today, from an Iraqi-American poet; what I'm going to wear to a wedding we are attending tomorrow, and whether it will cover last week's brutal sunburn (oops); and now, how many calories are in this square of cake.
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