I've started this post many times- only to be
A. frustrated (having the family around- all of them- requires and inordinate amount of pastoral peace keeping.
B. bored (my rule of thumb with my sermons is if I'm bored, the congregation is. Thus the rule with the blog if I'm bored, you are)
C. distracted (hmmm, I wonder what's on the food network now and can I hope to recreate Ina's fresh pea soup with mint... or would it be better with basil or...)
So, I offer to you some of the many places of the post Holy Week/Easter Sunday haze that have me circling around the deeper questions in life.
Not, what does Jesus really mean when he offers peace to the disciples, but rather, why are there never enough M&Ms in gorp?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
13 years...
Perhaps someday we'll stop marking this day
counting the moments we have lived without you
singing your favorite songs absent your voice:
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
say 'em loud, say 'em clear
for the whole round world to hear.
Until then, we remember you
counting the moments we have lived without you
singing your favorite songs absent your voice:
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
say 'em loud, say 'em clear
for the whole round world to hear.
Until then, we remember you
Friday, March 14, 2008
Calendars: containing or coping mechanisms?
Alongside my calendar I have a scheduling book. It is a simple composition book, with the paper held in with a string so it is not easy to rip out a page.
It is in this book, I carry my life. I write the week at the top of the two page spread, and begin writing all my tasks for the week, bulletins to form, people to visit, confirmation to plan.
I carry this book along with my calendar- they just fit in my work bag, alongside my laptop.
My husband makes fun of me, and tells me I live by my calendar, but it isn't true. I live because of this schedule book. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, knowing I should talk to someone, re-arrange communion or have a sermon idea... I write it down.
THEN... I can fall back asleep
It is in this book, I carry my life. I write the week at the top of the two page spread, and begin writing all my tasks for the week, bulletins to form, people to visit, confirmation to plan.
I carry this book along with my calendar- they just fit in my work bag, alongside my laptop.
My husband makes fun of me, and tells me I live by my calendar, but it isn't true. I live because of this schedule book. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night, knowing I should talk to someone, re-arrange communion or have a sermon idea... I write it down.
THEN... I can fall back asleep
Thursday, March 06, 2008
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