WORDS YOU CAN'T SAY IN CHURCH
were going around in my head, as I just said "NO, NO, NO!" I mistakenly hit a button with the side of my palm and poof! the prayers of the people I'd been working on disappeared in a flash and I was looking at a blank page on my screen. I just about had the prayer done too. It was worded just as I wanted it to be. I had crafted it just so. I am furious. I hate this keyboard. It has happened before. How infuriating!!
Makes me wonder why our real mistakes and failures don't just disappear and vanish so easily as the good stuff. I know, there are lessons that need to be learned, wisdom gained, forgiveness received, etc. But, it would be nice if they just instanteously disappeared as they ocurr. That is wishful thinking.
So, now its back to Word and a new blank page to start all over again. I think I'll tackle it after lunch and let the churning of the frustation settle into gentle waves until I let it go into the ocean of oblivion where it no longer matters any more.
Wish I could have really said the words you can't say in church!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY TO REVGALBLOGPALS!!!
I stumbled up RGBPs 4 years ago and found such wisdom, insight, fun, and delight, that I started in too, just because in leaving a comment, I got tired of being anonymous and wanted to have an identity!
You all have been such an inspiration and have fed and nourished my soul and spirit. What a joy this community is!
After 4 years, I am still am trying to figure out how to do things on the blog. Eventually, I hope to figure out how to capture the button!!!
Anyway, hope we'll all be around for many more years.
And to those whose blogs we miss - come back and share with us. We miss you. We pray that you are well. Know that there's always a welcome for you.
It's good to belong! What a grace you all are!
I stumbled up RGBPs 4 years ago and found such wisdom, insight, fun, and delight, that I started in too, just because in leaving a comment, I got tired of being anonymous and wanted to have an identity!
You all have been such an inspiration and have fed and nourished my soul and spirit. What a joy this community is!
After 4 years, I am still am trying to figure out how to do things on the blog. Eventually, I hope to figure out how to capture the button!!!
Anyway, hope we'll all be around for many more years.
And to those whose blogs we miss - come back and share with us. We miss you. We pray that you are well. Know that there's always a welcome for you.
It's good to belong! What a grace you all are!
Friday, July 16, 2010
FRIDAY FIVE: PETS OR NOT?
1. Did you grow up with pets?
We had a fox terrier mix named Rex who loved to go camping with us
and travelled all over the states. He was a good family dog.
2. Do you have any pets now?
Two greyhounds - Jett and Jazz. A couple of toads who live in the
garden - Tetley and Terra II, a humingbird couple who visit our bee
balm and feeder - Hummer and Mazda, and several gold finches who eat
at our thistle feeder - members of the Goldfarbs- Harvey and Sheila.
3. What is the funniest or worst thing any of your pets have ever done?
Baruch, the Beagle, many years ago, had something in his mouth which
he brought into the house one Mother's Day, while I was getting
breakfast ready before leaving for church. I coaxed him out from under
the piano and lo, and behold, he had a dead bird in his mouth!! "Happy
Mother's Day and look what I got you!!" he seemed to think. Shudder.
It was all I could do to get him to take it back outside and drop it.
He buried it and noticed I was watching him and promptly dug it back
up and wanted to bring it back in. Eventually, he dropped outside the
back door and LH had to dispose of it.
Jazz likes to eat dried poop - whether it's his own of Jett's, I don't
know. That's just plain nasty!
4. Who is/was your favorite pet?
That would be Earl, our very first greyhound. He was my soulmate. He
was all mine. We volunteered at the Children's Hospital for 4 years
until he turned 11 and it got to be too much to stand for 2 hours.
Earl would spoon next to me in bed and knew exactly when I feel asleep
and then would get off the bed and sleep on the couch. In his old age,
we eventually, had to get him to get off the bed. Try sleeping in a
queen size bed with your spouse and a large greyhound who took up as
much space as a person!
5. How did you train your different pets?
The Beagle went to puppy class for 6 weeks and it cost $35.00, in
those days. He learned to sit. That was about it. He hardly came when
he was called - ever with his nose to the ground, except when there
was food involved. The greys were fairly easy. We just let them out
several times and they picked up that they go potty outside. Usually,
they all had one accident of both kinds, but then that was it.
With Jazz, who liked to rip up magazines and catalogues off the coffee
table, we crated him, once when we left the house. The next time we
crated him, he bent several wires of his cage and never went back in
again. He's gotten so he hasn't touched a catalogue in months -
nothing in it for him to order!!
BONUS: Picture of a pet or one you wish you could have.
Since, I'm having trouble being able to post a picture, go to
my June 25, 2010 post and you'll see both my greys!
1. Did you grow up with pets?
We had a fox terrier mix named Rex who loved to go camping with us
and travelled all over the states. He was a good family dog.
2. Do you have any pets now?
Two greyhounds - Jett and Jazz. A couple of toads who live in the
garden - Tetley and Terra II, a humingbird couple who visit our bee
balm and feeder - Hummer and Mazda, and several gold finches who eat
at our thistle feeder - members of the Goldfarbs- Harvey and Sheila.
3. What is the funniest or worst thing any of your pets have ever done?
Baruch, the Beagle, many years ago, had something in his mouth which
he brought into the house one Mother's Day, while I was getting
breakfast ready before leaving for church. I coaxed him out from under
the piano and lo, and behold, he had a dead bird in his mouth!! "Happy
Mother's Day and look what I got you!!" he seemed to think. Shudder.
It was all I could do to get him to take it back outside and drop it.
He buried it and noticed I was watching him and promptly dug it back
up and wanted to bring it back in. Eventually, he dropped outside the
back door and LH had to dispose of it.
Jazz likes to eat dried poop - whether it's his own of Jett's, I don't
know. That's just plain nasty!
4. Who is/was your favorite pet?
That would be Earl, our very first greyhound. He was my soulmate. He
was all mine. We volunteered at the Children's Hospital for 4 years
until he turned 11 and it got to be too much to stand for 2 hours.
Earl would spoon next to me in bed and knew exactly when I feel asleep
and then would get off the bed and sleep on the couch. In his old age,
we eventually, had to get him to get off the bed. Try sleeping in a
queen size bed with your spouse and a large greyhound who took up as
much space as a person!
5. How did you train your different pets?
The Beagle went to puppy class for 6 weeks and it cost $35.00, in
those days. He learned to sit. That was about it. He hardly came when
he was called - ever with his nose to the ground, except when there
was food involved. The greys were fairly easy. We just let them out
several times and they picked up that they go potty outside. Usually,
they all had one accident of both kinds, but then that was it.
With Jazz, who liked to rip up magazines and catalogues off the coffee
table, we crated him, once when we left the house. The next time we
crated him, he bent several wires of his cage and never went back in
again. He's gotten so he hasn't touched a catalogue in months -
nothing in it for him to order!!
BONUS: Picture of a pet or one you wish you could have.
Since, I'm having trouble being able to post a picture, go to
my June 25, 2010 post and you'll see both my greys!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
HOT, HOT, HOT...
It'll be a hot one today, 90+ degrees. Yuck! It's steamy, muggy and the air is thick. The van heats up to 150 degrees in the sun. Ok, a slight exaggeration! But it gets really hot sitting in the full sun.
I get to go home for dinner and days off tonight. Thanks be to God!
Looks like next week will be a long, hot one. Probably, salmon salad and crackers for dinner for the week!
It'll be a hot one today, 90+ degrees. Yuck! It's steamy, muggy and the air is thick. The van heats up to 150 degrees in the sun. Ok, a slight exaggeration! But it gets really hot sitting in the full sun.
I get to go home for dinner and days off tonight. Thanks be to God!
Looks like next week will be a long, hot one. Probably, salmon salad and crackers for dinner for the week!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A MOURNING -
This region of OH is in mourning. And yes, anger is a part of it. One betrayal was bad enough. But this latest one, not only hurts and saddens, there is anger at treatment and the flamboyant, egotistical way the news was to be broadcast.
LeBron James has left the Cavaliers. Turned his back on his hometown and went off to be with his friends, shutting out his loyal and dedicated fans.
I cannot blame Gilbert for his letter and words. He expressed what he knew Northeast OH was feeling. And for this he gets fined! Of course, I think it was rather bold talk! Maybe the Cleveland Curse will indeed follow King James. Let him be King somewhere else where he is just one of several stars and no longer feted as the hometown boy made good.
Great Lakes Brewing Company is making a new brew called "Quitness". I hope it doesn't leave as bitter a taste in one's mouth as this latest sports upheaval and betrayal.
First The Browns are taken away, by he who shall remain nameless. And now this, the Cavaliers left bereft and the fans as well.
Oh woe, to those whose religion is sports and who put their trust in teams and who worship the idols of the game. You will be disappointed. You will lament. There will be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. You will never be satisfied for it is just a game, a mere game. Get over it and get on! There is so much more to life than the antics of sports, sports figures, and teams. Put your trust in that which will never disappoint and will always satisfy, the Lord our God. He's the team for which you should have such loyalty and root for.
Cleveland will come back again. Cleveland will get knocked down again. And the coach will get fired. And all the good players will get traded or leave. And the whole cycle will begin all over again. Welcome to Northeast OH and their sports team.
For now, mourn. Then move on. There is a whole world out there far bigger, better and greater than sports. Rejoin the Land of the Living and find true meaning that goes beyond the world of sports. God'll meet you there and will wipe away every tear from eyes.
This region of OH is in mourning. And yes, anger is a part of it. One betrayal was bad enough. But this latest one, not only hurts and saddens, there is anger at treatment and the flamboyant, egotistical way the news was to be broadcast.
LeBron James has left the Cavaliers. Turned his back on his hometown and went off to be with his friends, shutting out his loyal and dedicated fans.
I cannot blame Gilbert for his letter and words. He expressed what he knew Northeast OH was feeling. And for this he gets fined! Of course, I think it was rather bold talk! Maybe the Cleveland Curse will indeed follow King James. Let him be King somewhere else where he is just one of several stars and no longer feted as the hometown boy made good.
Great Lakes Brewing Company is making a new brew called "Quitness". I hope it doesn't leave as bitter a taste in one's mouth as this latest sports upheaval and betrayal.
First The Browns are taken away, by he who shall remain nameless. And now this, the Cavaliers left bereft and the fans as well.
Oh woe, to those whose religion is sports and who put their trust in teams and who worship the idols of the game. You will be disappointed. You will lament. There will be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. You will never be satisfied for it is just a game, a mere game. Get over it and get on! There is so much more to life than the antics of sports, sports figures, and teams. Put your trust in that which will never disappoint and will always satisfy, the Lord our God. He's the team for which you should have such loyalty and root for.
Cleveland will come back again. Cleveland will get knocked down again. And the coach will get fired. And all the good players will get traded or leave. And the whole cycle will begin all over again. Welcome to Northeast OH and their sports team.
For now, mourn. Then move on. There is a whole world out there far bigger, better and greater than sports. Rejoin the Land of the Living and find true meaning that goes beyond the world of sports. God'll meet you there and will wipe away every tear from eyes.
BASTILLE DAY -
Edward Hays notes that when the French stormed the Bastille in Paris, there were only seven prisoners in it and a couple of them were "mad" and kept there for their own and society's safety.
It was on this day 27 years ago, that I was on an alp in the Graubuenden region of Switzerland with a church work camp. We, adults, slept on hay in a barn, while the youth slept in tents, the latrine was next to the pigsty!
The week-long project was to finish laying the water line from a glacier down the alp to a couple of old bath tubs which would serve as drinking troughs for the cows as they spent the summer on the alp. It was an hour's hike from our camp to the worksite!!! (and of course, an hour's hike back after a day of manual labor with every muscle aching!!)
As I recall, it got rather chilly at night and one lay person had a little flask of Kirsch, which each adult was able to have a sip to feel "wonderfully warmed" before slipping into the sleeping bag.
There was a man who stayed in alp hut all summer milking and making cheese. The son of the owner of the cows spent weeks up there as well, leading the cows to the free range pastures and herding back in the evening. He had a short wave radio so that he could radio down to the town where the family home was.
It was near the end of the week, on a lovely, beautiful morning when the pastor told me that there had been a call for me. The farmer's son had radioed down to home earlier that morning and had a message for me. It had come from my grandma in another canton in Switzerland who called the farmer. Grandma, likewise had received a long distance call from Chicago from her daughter (my Mom) with the news: I am the Aunt to a new born nephew!!!! I celebrated with an extra sip of kirsch after dinner and with bit in my evening coffee!!!
So the news originated in the hospital with a call to my parents, then travelled across the ocean to my Grandma in a little town who called the farmer in an even smaller, remote town in the eastern alps, who radioed the news via short wave radio up the alp. Such good news had a long way to travel and I was last in the family to hear about it, but hear about it I did. Happy Birthday C! The news of your birth travelled halfway around the world and up an alp!!!
And here you are, 27 years later, a professional, married and now a home owner. All growed up!!! And a fine man, to boot. Happy fly fishing and soon, snowboarding!!!
Love ya, so much! Your proud Aunt!
Edward Hays notes that when the French stormed the Bastille in Paris, there were only seven prisoners in it and a couple of them were "mad" and kept there for their own and society's safety.
It was on this day 27 years ago, that I was on an alp in the Graubuenden region of Switzerland with a church work camp. We, adults, slept on hay in a barn, while the youth slept in tents, the latrine was next to the pigsty!
The week-long project was to finish laying the water line from a glacier down the alp to a couple of old bath tubs which would serve as drinking troughs for the cows as they spent the summer on the alp. It was an hour's hike from our camp to the worksite!!! (and of course, an hour's hike back after a day of manual labor with every muscle aching!!)
As I recall, it got rather chilly at night and one lay person had a little flask of Kirsch, which each adult was able to have a sip to feel "wonderfully warmed" before slipping into the sleeping bag.
There was a man who stayed in alp hut all summer milking and making cheese. The son of the owner of the cows spent weeks up there as well, leading the cows to the free range pastures and herding back in the evening. He had a short wave radio so that he could radio down to the town where the family home was.
It was near the end of the week, on a lovely, beautiful morning when the pastor told me that there had been a call for me. The farmer's son had radioed down to home earlier that morning and had a message for me. It had come from my grandma in another canton in Switzerland who called the farmer. Grandma, likewise had received a long distance call from Chicago from her daughter (my Mom) with the news: I am the Aunt to a new born nephew!!!! I celebrated with an extra sip of kirsch after dinner and with bit in my evening coffee!!!
So the news originated in the hospital with a call to my parents, then travelled across the ocean to my Grandma in a little town who called the farmer in an even smaller, remote town in the eastern alps, who radioed the news via short wave radio up the alp. Such good news had a long way to travel and I was last in the family to hear about it, but hear about it I did. Happy Birthday C! The news of your birth travelled halfway around the world and up an alp!!!
And here you are, 27 years later, a professional, married and now a home owner. All growed up!!! And a fine man, to boot. Happy fly fishing and soon, snowboarding!!!
Love ya, so much! Your proud Aunt!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
BRAND, SPANKIN' NEW!
It arrived yesterday morning and was put in with care - it's my new windshield!!!!
Wow, how nice to drive without any nicks or a crack across the driver's side. Today, I get to take the tape off and hope it'll be good without any leaks.
A small thing in the big picture of the world and life, but nice nonetheless!
It arrived yesterday morning and was put in with care - it's my new windshield!!!!
Wow, how nice to drive without any nicks or a crack across the driver's side. Today, I get to take the tape off and hope it'll be good without any leaks.
A small thing in the big picture of the world and life, but nice nonetheless!
Friday, July 09, 2010
Forgetful RGBP'S Friday Five:
a) What's the last thing you forgot?
To call the church secretary to remind her to put little slips of paper
into the bulletins for Sunday. Folks are to write down their favorite
hymn to be compiled for our upcoming hymnsing. Duh!
e) How do you keep track of appointments?
My desk calendar and small pocket calendar in my purse. Works for me.
i) Do you keep a running grocery list?
I do. Have to remind LH to put things on the list as he or I think of
them.
o) When forced to improvise by circumstances, do you enjoy it or panic?
Panic, usually. I'm not much for extemporaneous speaking or
improvising. Althoug, sometimes, my off the cuff remarks, sometimes
during worship service have gone rather well. First, I panic. Then I
try to come up with something.
u) What's a memory you hope you will never forget?
Oh, there's so many of them, it's hard to latch upon just one.
Whenever I have loved and been loved and known its glow, whether
with LH, my family, with parishioners, strangers, in ministry and
outside of ministry. It's so wondrously spacious, gracious, light-
filled and emanating, and fills you to overflowing. Beautiful,
awesome, nothing can ever compare to the Love that is so beyond
yourself and is Christ's within you.
a) What's the last thing you forgot?
To call the church secretary to remind her to put little slips of paper
into the bulletins for Sunday. Folks are to write down their favorite
hymn to be compiled for our upcoming hymnsing. Duh!
e) How do you keep track of appointments?
My desk calendar and small pocket calendar in my purse. Works for me.
i) Do you keep a running grocery list?
I do. Have to remind LH to put things on the list as he or I think of
them.
o) When forced to improvise by circumstances, do you enjoy it or panic?
Panic, usually. I'm not much for extemporaneous speaking or
improvising. Althoug, sometimes, my off the cuff remarks, sometimes
during worship service have gone rather well. First, I panic. Then I
try to come up with something.
u) What's a memory you hope you will never forget?
Oh, there's so many of them, it's hard to latch upon just one.
Whenever I have loved and been loved and known its glow, whether
with LH, my family, with parishioners, strangers, in ministry and
outside of ministry. It's so wondrously spacious, gracious, light-
filled and emanating, and fills you to overflowing. Beautiful,
awesome, nothing can ever compare to the Love that is so beyond
yourself and is Christ's within you.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
WHY I TAKE MY VACATION -
It has come to light, that apparently there are pastors who don't take their vacation. I know I have complained at the prep work to put the services together while I'm gone and the one upon my return. And it seems like I'm forever putting worship services together. (O, fortunate, Lutherans and Episcopalians, who use a liturgy where some parts are the same from week to week!) However, I know, I am not indispensable, yes, it is a lot of extra work, and yes, there is catching up when one returns, and yes, the possiblity always exists that someone might die or some crisis may ocurr while you are absent and cannot return, nor return in time.
Perhaps, you are much better pastors than I.
But I know myself, and know the healing, recharging, fresh perspective, new eyes and heart and spirit that time away can bring and gives. Even our Lord stepped back and took time apart. What makes us, pastors, think we don't need to or have to or can't take time to?
"Every now and then, go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer, since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power of judgment...God some distance away because then the work appears smaller, and more of it can be taken in at a glance, and lack of harmony or proportion is more readily seen."
Wise words of Leonardo da Vinci! He was far from being a slacker and knew the value, wisdom, gift and grace which comes from some time away, a time apart. I know this to be true. I come back in a better place with better perspective. I have experienced new things, a different landscape and rhythm to my day or week. And it refreshes, renews, recharges me. And I return ready to meet the challenges and take up that which I put down for just a time.
I pray that my colleagues would listen to these words of Da Vinci and take for their example, Christ, himself. Take a break. Go away even if just for a week or ten days. Allow yourself to set down the responsibilities we take so earnestly and shoulder with so much devotion. Do your congregation and yourself a big favor and take your vacation. RELAX. Rest in the Lord your God. Do something fun, something you've wanted to do. Spend time with your family, your kids, who need you, your spouse who misses you.
If Leonard Da Vinci could find time to do it amid all he did, and saw and experienced the value of it, surely you can too.
Savor some time away, apart. Savor resting with God.
It has come to light, that apparently there are pastors who don't take their vacation. I know I have complained at the prep work to put the services together while I'm gone and the one upon my return. And it seems like I'm forever putting worship services together. (O, fortunate, Lutherans and Episcopalians, who use a liturgy where some parts are the same from week to week!) However, I know, I am not indispensable, yes, it is a lot of extra work, and yes, there is catching up when one returns, and yes, the possiblity always exists that someone might die or some crisis may ocurr while you are absent and cannot return, nor return in time.
Perhaps, you are much better pastors than I.
But I know myself, and know the healing, recharging, fresh perspective, new eyes and heart and spirit that time away can bring and gives. Even our Lord stepped back and took time apart. What makes us, pastors, think we don't need to or have to or can't take time to?
"Every now and then, go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer, since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power of judgment...God some distance away because then the work appears smaller, and more of it can be taken in at a glance, and lack of harmony or proportion is more readily seen."
Wise words of Leonardo da Vinci! He was far from being a slacker and knew the value, wisdom, gift and grace which comes from some time away, a time apart. I know this to be true. I come back in a better place with better perspective. I have experienced new things, a different landscape and rhythm to my day or week. And it refreshes, renews, recharges me. And I return ready to meet the challenges and take up that which I put down for just a time.
I pray that my colleagues would listen to these words of Da Vinci and take for their example, Christ, himself. Take a break. Go away even if just for a week or ten days. Allow yourself to set down the responsibilities we take so earnestly and shoulder with so much devotion. Do your congregation and yourself a big favor and take your vacation. RELAX. Rest in the Lord your God. Do something fun, something you've wanted to do. Spend time with your family, your kids, who need you, your spouse who misses you.
If Leonard Da Vinci could find time to do it amid all he did, and saw and experienced the value of it, surely you can too.
Savor some time away, apart. Savor resting with God.
CAUGHT UP -
I'm actually kinda caught up for this week, already!!!
That rarely happens. Usually, there's still a long list of things to do or to begin tackling. Trying to space my visits out so that I will have a couple to do next week.
Since it's so hot today, I'll be making a nursing home visit. You can usually enjoy their air conditioning!!!
I've visited parishioners who don't have a/c on warm days and really got hot. So, I've tried to make visits this week where I know there's a/c, except for yesterday but they live in the woods and had ceiling fans and I survived without too much discomfort.
The secretary here is wearing long pants and a 3/4 length sleeve knit shirt. I'm wearing a neutral printed cotton skirt, white linen short=-sleeved shirt and black sandals. It's going to be like 95 today. I would be sweating away in a shirt with longer sleeves. The vehicles in the parking lot heat up to well over 100 degrees.
Maybe its a psychological thing. Wear long sleeves and it makes you think its cooler than it is!!!! Nope, won't work for me. Anything over 85 is just too hot for me.
In the meanwhile, I'm counting the hours 'til the cool front arrives, tomorrow!!!!
I'm actually kinda caught up for this week, already!!!
That rarely happens. Usually, there's still a long list of things to do or to begin tackling. Trying to space my visits out so that I will have a couple to do next week.
Since it's so hot today, I'll be making a nursing home visit. You can usually enjoy their air conditioning!!!
I've visited parishioners who don't have a/c on warm days and really got hot. So, I've tried to make visits this week where I know there's a/c, except for yesterday but they live in the woods and had ceiling fans and I survived without too much discomfort.
The secretary here is wearing long pants and a 3/4 length sleeve knit shirt. I'm wearing a neutral printed cotton skirt, white linen short=-sleeved shirt and black sandals. It's going to be like 95 today. I would be sweating away in a shirt with longer sleeves. The vehicles in the parking lot heat up to well over 100 degrees.
Maybe its a psychological thing. Wear long sleeves and it makes you think its cooler than it is!!!! Nope, won't work for me. Anything over 85 is just too hot for me.
In the meanwhile, I'm counting the hours 'til the cool front arrives, tomorrow!!!!
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
FROM BAD TO WORSE -
The parking lot at the church has no trees around it and gets plenty of direct sun. When I went out to the van for lunch, that 4 inch crack had grown to 4 times its length, thanks to the heat of the sun.
I am now driving with a silvery line just below my line of vision. It is disturbing. Thankfully, it will be replaced. Unfortunately, not until Monday morning at the earliest. Let's hope the next 3 commutes I make will be without mishap or another pebble hitting that may make worse even worser!
The parking lot at the church has no trees around it and gets plenty of direct sun. When I went out to the van for lunch, that 4 inch crack had grown to 4 times its length, thanks to the heat of the sun.
I am now driving with a silvery line just below my line of vision. It is disturbing. Thankfully, it will be replaced. Unfortunately, not until Monday morning at the earliest. Let's hope the next 3 commutes I make will be without mishap or another pebble hitting that may make worse even worser!
EVENTFUL MORNING COMMUTE -
So there I was driving on the interstate for my hour-long commute to the church this morning, when a car pulls ahead of me into my lane. (I am usually in the far left lane, which normally moves a little faster.) When that all too familiar sound strikes, of a rock hitting my windshield. Only this time I don't see the round spot just a 4 inch horizontal blue line from the edge of the window towards the center, midway in the windshield on the driver's side. Had it been an inch or so more over to the left, it would've missed me completely. Looks like there will be a new windshield in my future. I have had more rocks and pebbles hit the windshield of this van than any other van or car I've owned. I know I'm driving quite a bit (more this week, because it is so hot and it is cooler at home than the apartment with its tiny a/c.) But I used to (22 years ago!) drive 400 miles, from central OH to central IL, every other weekend for a year, on interstate and highway behind trucks, semi's, and farm equipment, and never once had anything hit and damage my windshield. Is there more stuff on the roadways now or what?
I never saw anything, just the wack of some small rock or large pebble hitting the windshield.
My insurance agent is just gonna love me!
So there I was driving on the interstate for my hour-long commute to the church this morning, when a car pulls ahead of me into my lane. (I am usually in the far left lane, which normally moves a little faster.) When that all too familiar sound strikes, of a rock hitting my windshield. Only this time I don't see the round spot just a 4 inch horizontal blue line from the edge of the window towards the center, midway in the windshield on the driver's side. Had it been an inch or so more over to the left, it would've missed me completely. Looks like there will be a new windshield in my future. I have had more rocks and pebbles hit the windshield of this van than any other van or car I've owned. I know I'm driving quite a bit (more this week, because it is so hot and it is cooler at home than the apartment with its tiny a/c.) But I used to (22 years ago!) drive 400 miles, from central OH to central IL, every other weekend for a year, on interstate and highway behind trucks, semi's, and farm equipment, and never once had anything hit and damage my windshield. Is there more stuff on the roadways now or what?
I never saw anything, just the wack of some small rock or large pebble hitting the windshield.
My insurance agent is just gonna love me!
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
There was a time...
when I would've been thrilled about GA and all its proceedings. But that was years ago, before all the battles that have worn me down and have sucked the energy from our denomination.
Caterpillar is not the demon. The demon is ruptured relationships that have been ruptured for centuries. But we need a tangible devil and because corporate America is always suspect - therefore, Caterpillar.
I doubt our denomination would be spending all this time and energy on Cat if the bulldozers in question, would have been Komatsu.
For the last twenty years, we've been hashing around the ordination/marriage issue. Look around and see denominations torn apart by this issue. (Episcopalians and Lutherans)Churches have left their denomination and striking out on their own loosely connected networks.
There are two salient points regarding this issue - 1. Benefits - GLT persons are desiring health care benefits with their partners - like married couples. So, it is about money.
2. Acceptance - that their way of life is acceptable in the eyes of the world and the church, regardless of what Scripture says.
I am tired of being backed into a corner by those driving their own agenda and not caring about the whole church.
At this point, I think I no longer care. It will come to be one day, and I will no longer fight it. I trust God's forgiveness in this. I am tired of the energy drain, of the fighting, of being made to feel wrong, of reinterpreting Scripture to say what we want it to say and not what is does say. I am tired.
I just know, that our denomination will tear apart as have the other two and that saddens me greatly. We can do more and witness better to the love of Christ our Lord together than we can do apart and divided. But then, we have a long history of division. It seems almost inevitable.
So, go on then with your bickering, and changing the BOO one word at a time, one line at a time. My prayers are for a united, vital, loving, faithful, enthusiastic church of Jesus Christ with a Reformed theology and heritage and tradition.
I pray for our churches that are languishing, and trying to find their way into and through the 21st century and struggling to be faithful in new ways while still being Presbyterian.
I hope that you will pray for us all as well.
when I would've been thrilled about GA and all its proceedings. But that was years ago, before all the battles that have worn me down and have sucked the energy from our denomination.
Caterpillar is not the demon. The demon is ruptured relationships that have been ruptured for centuries. But we need a tangible devil and because corporate America is always suspect - therefore, Caterpillar.
I doubt our denomination would be spending all this time and energy on Cat if the bulldozers in question, would have been Komatsu.
For the last twenty years, we've been hashing around the ordination/marriage issue. Look around and see denominations torn apart by this issue. (Episcopalians and Lutherans)Churches have left their denomination and striking out on their own loosely connected networks.
There are two salient points regarding this issue - 1. Benefits - GLT persons are desiring health care benefits with their partners - like married couples. So, it is about money.
2. Acceptance - that their way of life is acceptable in the eyes of the world and the church, regardless of what Scripture says.
I am tired of being backed into a corner by those driving their own agenda and not caring about the whole church.
At this point, I think I no longer care. It will come to be one day, and I will no longer fight it. I trust God's forgiveness in this. I am tired of the energy drain, of the fighting, of being made to feel wrong, of reinterpreting Scripture to say what we want it to say and not what is does say. I am tired.
I just know, that our denomination will tear apart as have the other two and that saddens me greatly. We can do more and witness better to the love of Christ our Lord together than we can do apart and divided. But then, we have a long history of division. It seems almost inevitable.
So, go on then with your bickering, and changing the BOO one word at a time, one line at a time. My prayers are for a united, vital, loving, faithful, enthusiastic church of Jesus Christ with a Reformed theology and heritage and tradition.
I pray for our churches that are languishing, and trying to find their way into and through the 21st century and struggling to be faithful in new ways while still being Presbyterian.
I hope that you will pray for us all as well.
Monday, July 05, 2010
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