Monday and Tuesday of this week were not good days. I think for the first time in the presence of my secretary, I had one of those almost-burst-into-tears-because-it's-all-too-much moments. I just could not handle the chaos. The offices were in shambles because of air conditioning being put in. That's a good thing, right? Only, for some reason neither the secretary nor myself thought (or were made aware) that it would mean two full days of drilling, constant a/c tech presence and needing to not really use our offices.
There are other things that add to the chaos. All fine/part of life/part of work/privileges/opportunities. But, it was being displaced that put me over the edge.
On Monday I had coffee with a non-pastor who works in the church who wondered how I, with limited staff, manage. It made me realize how much it is the leaders of the church - non-paid, members - people who just love the church - who I count on and who are my partners in work.
This past week I filled in the secretary (who is so much more than a secretary...she really is my partner in ministry) and the council president (another partner in ministry) on a non-issue that, if things go the wrong way, could become an issue. Individually they listened, they asked questions, they offered input and suggestions, and, of their own accord, promised to be supportive and allies should it become an issue.
These two will also be those who hold down the fort next week when I'm gone.
Who am I kidding? These two hold down the fort when I'm here!
I might be a solo pastor. But, I'm not solo in ministry. And, for that, I am thankful.
Sometimes it means that things happen that I'm not completely aware of. Which is great, really - because it means I'm not the only one making things happen. But, the other positive is that it also means that I do not hold most of the trials and tribulations - the joys and vision and privilege - alone.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Women and Men; Blessings and Surprises
Even though I would call myself a feminist, I admittedly have different expectations of women and men. Maybe that isn't so much against the feminist grain - maybe that's simply recognizing the ways in which women and men work differently (obv. with the better way being the woman's way) (ok, ok, there are benefits and problems with each...).
Yesterday, I was blessed by women. And, I was surprised by men. Good day, doncha think?
Yesterday our local gathering of pastors sent the one other woman in our group on her way to a ministry in a different location and a different way. We prayed, we shared communion, we read Scripture - and we planned for what our group will be. I was blessed by her - in her partnership (because, we were colleagues in keeping this group accountable), in her affirming words (so, the sometimes difficult words that come out of my mouth often succeed at being insightful, with truth...yet told with love - phew), in her gifting of some of the books she will no longer need. She has been a blessing to have as a nearby colleague, and I will miss her.
And the men in that group - some of them at least - are dedicated to it, even if they don't always follow through. And, a couple of them picked up some of the tasks to make sure that when we begin next fall again, we'll have meetings with purpose and depth. They surprised me. I'm grateful for that.
Then, at Soup Kitchen last night, I stopped by to talk to the graceful nun (who really looks like a movie star - and is so well respected in this community) who was taking blood pressures. I just wanted to say that I was glad that she was there taking blood pressures. She countered with high praise of all that was going on in the church - something she would not say if she didn't mean it. I am obviously aware that I'm not the one doing the work to make all of this happen - but it does feel good to know that what is going on in my community (with some input, work and guidance from me) is needed, thought well of, appreciated. Especially by another one who works among people in poverty.
And, I was surprised by a couple of interaction with men who are working through things. One, in a positive way - he's surviving through some adversity. Another, in a not-so-positive way, as he intentionally broke a rule last night - for which I had to kick him out. I've had to do that with his buddy before, but never with him. He has always been respectful of the rules before - and it surprised me that he chose not to last night.
Finally, I was surprised at how easily a couple of my property guys responded to my concern about the mess the A/C guys were making in the Sanctuary - and the Wedding Rehearsal/Ceremony on Friday and Saturday. I'm also relieved that they're going to handle everything (and that they are pretty sure that it's part of the contract for the workers to clean it all up. I sure hope so. But, I'm also confident that these guys will make sure things are in order.
There were other blessings and surprises yesterday. But, this is already lengthy enough - and I need to go be blessed and surprised with a whole new day.
Yesterday, I was blessed by women. And, I was surprised by men. Good day, doncha think?
Yesterday our local gathering of pastors sent the one other woman in our group on her way to a ministry in a different location and a different way. We prayed, we shared communion, we read Scripture - and we planned for what our group will be. I was blessed by her - in her partnership (because, we were colleagues in keeping this group accountable), in her affirming words (so, the sometimes difficult words that come out of my mouth often succeed at being insightful, with truth...yet told with love - phew), in her gifting of some of the books she will no longer need. She has been a blessing to have as a nearby colleague, and I will miss her.
And the men in that group - some of them at least - are dedicated to it, even if they don't always follow through. And, a couple of them picked up some of the tasks to make sure that when we begin next fall again, we'll have meetings with purpose and depth. They surprised me. I'm grateful for that.
Then, at Soup Kitchen last night, I stopped by to talk to the graceful nun (who really looks like a movie star - and is so well respected in this community) who was taking blood pressures. I just wanted to say that I was glad that she was there taking blood pressures. She countered with high praise of all that was going on in the church - something she would not say if she didn't mean it. I am obviously aware that I'm not the one doing the work to make all of this happen - but it does feel good to know that what is going on in my community (with some input, work and guidance from me) is needed, thought well of, appreciated. Especially by another one who works among people in poverty.
And, I was surprised by a couple of interaction with men who are working through things. One, in a positive way - he's surviving through some adversity. Another, in a not-so-positive way, as he intentionally broke a rule last night - for which I had to kick him out. I've had to do that with his buddy before, but never with him. He has always been respectful of the rules before - and it surprised me that he chose not to last night.
Finally, I was surprised at how easily a couple of my property guys responded to my concern about the mess the A/C guys were making in the Sanctuary - and the Wedding Rehearsal/Ceremony on Friday and Saturday. I'm also relieved that they're going to handle everything (and that they are pretty sure that it's part of the contract for the workers to clean it all up. I sure hope so. But, I'm also confident that these guys will make sure things are in order.
There were other blessings and surprises yesterday. But, this is already lengthy enough - and I need to go be blessed and surprised with a whole new day.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Asparagas and Tarragon
My, my. It's been a vegetable-ful week. The Farmer's Market started yesterday - which was wonderful. Except...I only got Spinach (and a little basil plant) there. In addition to these four vegetable dishes, I've also experimented myself with other veggies. But, it's not really about the other veggies.
This lovely dish is Tarragon-Pecan Asparagus (pg 12). It was very tasty, but it definitely felt like it made way more than the 4-5 servings the book indicates.
I made these: Feta-Walnut-Stuffed Cucumbers (pg 46) for a potluck for a Vacation Bible School event. The kids all passed it up - but the parents sure enjoyed it :) (It wasn't really intended for the kiddos anyway). I had a lot of the stuffing left over - and ended up making my own unique burrito - with spinach, onions, zucchini and red peppers. I don't know that you really can go wrong with a feta/walnut combo.
And then here comes more asparagus. I've been meaning to make this for some time, but the combination of the required marinating time (2 hours to two days) and that it suggested opening the windows during cooking (because you reduce the vinegar w/ the ginger), detracted from it's appeal. But, when I finally made Gingered Asparagus (pg 10) - I loved it! I wish I had done this one sooner!
And finally, I had to use the left over tarragon and so made this ultra-easy dish: Roasted Tarragon Succotash (pg 118). Seriously - frozen corn, frozen edamame (or lima beans or green chick peas), a bulb of garlic and tarragon....so so easy. And, yummy.
This lovely dish is Tarragon-Pecan Asparagus (pg 12). It was very tasty, but it definitely felt like it made way more than the 4-5 servings the book indicates.
I made these: Feta-Walnut-Stuffed Cucumbers (pg 46) for a potluck for a Vacation Bible School event. The kids all passed it up - but the parents sure enjoyed it :) (It wasn't really intended for the kiddos anyway). I had a lot of the stuffing left over - and ended up making my own unique burrito - with spinach, onions, zucchini and red peppers. I don't know that you really can go wrong with a feta/walnut combo.
And then here comes more asparagus. I've been meaning to make this for some time, but the combination of the required marinating time (2 hours to two days) and that it suggested opening the windows during cooking (because you reduce the vinegar w/ the ginger), detracted from it's appeal. But, when I finally made Gingered Asparagus (pg 10) - I loved it! I wish I had done this one sooner!
And finally, I had to use the left over tarragon and so made this ultra-easy dish: Roasted Tarragon Succotash (pg 118). Seriously - frozen corn, frozen edamame (or lima beans or green chick peas), a bulb of garlic and tarragon....so so easy. And, yummy.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Three Years
When I was thinking about entering seminary I talked with an assistant to the bishop of my home synod. If I was going to go to seminary, I wanted what came afterwards to go a certain way. I wanted to be a chaplain in a homeless shelter.
The thing is, at that time the ELCA would not ordain a person into a chaplaincy, but he or she would have to first serve for three years in a parish before they moved on to that specialized ministry. (I'm not sure of the policy now, but I do know that there have been special cases where this hasn't been the requirement).
That requirement did not work with what I thought my life plan included. As I talked with the assistant to the bishop, I tried to explain why I would need to go directly into chaplaincy and forgo the required three years.
She looked at me kindly and said, "Amy, go to seminary and let the Spirit guide you."
In those years in seminary I learned that I do really love many aspects of parish ministry as well. And, I lucked out (or the Spirit was at work), in that after seminary the church to which I am called includes ministry among people in poverty (with a Soup Kitchen, Free Clinic and Senior Ministry programs).
I'm have now come upon 3 years. Three years ago yesterday I was ordained. Three years ago Saturday I started my job with the title Pastor.
When I started here, I was asked how long I would stay. I didn't really answer, but indicated that I didn't intend to get out of it as quickly as possible, but nor did I imagine that it would be the last church to which I am called.
I've not started to think of leaving. But, that three year mark feels like an accomplishment. And, while I don't know where or when the Spirit will blow, I continue to feel like I'm doing what I need to do. Even if it's not following the exact plan with which I started.
The thing is, at that time the ELCA would not ordain a person into a chaplaincy, but he or she would have to first serve for three years in a parish before they moved on to that specialized ministry. (I'm not sure of the policy now, but I do know that there have been special cases where this hasn't been the requirement).
That requirement did not work with what I thought my life plan included. As I talked with the assistant to the bishop, I tried to explain why I would need to go directly into chaplaincy and forgo the required three years.
She looked at me kindly and said, "Amy, go to seminary and let the Spirit guide you."
In those years in seminary I learned that I do really love many aspects of parish ministry as well. And, I lucked out (or the Spirit was at work), in that after seminary the church to which I am called includes ministry among people in poverty (with a Soup Kitchen, Free Clinic and Senior Ministry programs).
I'm have now come upon 3 years. Three years ago yesterday I was ordained. Three years ago Saturday I started my job with the title Pastor.
When I started here, I was asked how long I would stay. I didn't really answer, but indicated that I didn't intend to get out of it as quickly as possible, but nor did I imagine that it would be the last church to which I am called.
I've not started to think of leaving. But, that three year mark feels like an accomplishment. And, while I don't know where or when the Spirit will blow, I continue to feel like I'm doing what I need to do. Even if it's not following the exact plan with which I started.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Multiple Vegetable Dishes, Not Yet Reported
You may have thought that I had stopped cooking my vegetable dishes. It isn't so. I just haven't been reporting them consistently. Let the documentation commence:
I hosted my book club's May meeting, which gave me the occasion to make two different things that could be used as appetizers.
The first: Roasted Red Peppers with Garlic & Lime (pg 81). I put these w/ goat cheese and a wheat bagel cracker. I think the vegetable was fine - but the goat cheese and the crackers were what people really went after. Oh well.
And Tunisian Eggplant(pg 53). I had a lot of this left over and used it on some chicken. That was really very good. As an appetizer, it was only ok.
The next two dishes are really 2-in-1. The first is used in the preparation of the 2nd. The green mess below is Arugula Gremolata (pg 6). The book says, "Traditional gremolata is a feathery mix of finely rendered parsley, garlic, and lemon zest - most notably used as a topping for the Italian dish osso buco."
And here is what it was put in: Farfalle with Arugula Gremolata, Gorgonzola, Golden Raisins & Walnuts (pg 7). My grocery store does not carry Golden Raisins, so I just ignored them.
This may be the best name in the entire book: Bell Pepper Festival (pg 20). It was very simple and would go with almost anything. The left overs went into a really tasty omelet. 
And finally, here is Avocado Strawberry Saladita (pg 13). This was really good on chicken - and incredibly simple. Also, helped me learn what a jicama is. I would even bet you that your grocery store carries jicama.
So, I have been cooking. Not as much as I would like, but some nonetheless. And, it's almost summer when the good veggies start to roll in!
I hosted my book club's May meeting, which gave me the occasion to make two different things that could be used as appetizers.
The first: Roasted Red Peppers with Garlic & Lime (pg 81). I put these w/ goat cheese and a wheat bagel cracker. I think the vegetable was fine - but the goat cheese and the crackers were what people really went after. Oh well.
And Tunisian Eggplant(pg 53). I had a lot of this left over and used it on some chicken. That was really very good. As an appetizer, it was only ok.
The next two dishes are really 2-in-1. The first is used in the preparation of the 2nd. The green mess below is Arugula Gremolata (pg 6). The book says, "Traditional gremolata is a feathery mix of finely rendered parsley, garlic, and lemon zest - most notably used as a topping for the Italian dish osso buco."
And here is what it was put in: Farfalle with Arugula Gremolata, Gorgonzola, Golden Raisins & Walnuts (pg 7). My grocery store does not carry Golden Raisins, so I just ignored them.
This may be the best name in the entire book: Bell Pepper Festival (pg 20). It was very simple and would go with almost anything. The left overs went into a really tasty omelet. 
And finally, here is Avocado Strawberry Saladita (pg 13). This was really good on chicken - and incredibly simple. Also, helped me learn what a jicama is. I would even bet you that your grocery store carries jicama.
So, I have been cooking. Not as much as I would like, but some nonetheless. And, it's almost summer when the good veggies start to roll in!
Monday, June 02, 2008
No Story
I feel like I want to write. But I have nothing to say.
There is a lot going on. But too much, really, to go into it.
There have been some notable happenings in these past weeks, but nothing that tells a story.
There will be some notable happenings in this next week, but nothing that I really want to share on a blog.
So, blogging world - I'm here. My life continues to be interesting and full. It's just not telling a good story.
There is a lot going on. But too much, really, to go into it.
There have been some notable happenings in these past weeks, but nothing that tells a story.
There will be some notable happenings in this next week, but nothing that I really want to share on a blog.
So, blogging world - I'm here. My life continues to be interesting and full. It's just not telling a good story.
Friday, May 16, 2008
One Long Post....That Maybe Should Just Be A Journal Entry
Today I get to take it easy.
I could grab my calendar and say for sure - but it's felt like my last month has been all about fitting things in. Fitting people in - both in my fun personal life and in my meaningful work life. It's been good on both accounts - but, it's also tiring.
I have loved that I've gotten to fit in so many times to get together with friends. Some have been sad, like saying goodbye to Gail as she moves away. Some have been joyful, some exciting and new. Some a mix of the two.
I left a meeting early on Tuesday to be with friends. The chair of the meeting said "for pete's sake, don't come at all...go be with your friends. You deserve some fun time." I still went, partially because we had already made out plans for meeting up that took into account my schedule. Partially, though, because there have been many opportunities for me to totally ditch out on a work something - and I haven't done so. Also - that whole, "you deserve some fun time." Well, yes, I do - but, I've been taking it.
Work has been intensely full of meetings - one-on-one and group, going from one thing to another. That has been good too. But, next week is looking gloriously open. Of course, everything that I want to get done needs to be done by this Sunday - so that openness doesn't really help me get everything done right now. But, it does indicate an end to my chaos. Although, I am sure new chaos will start up. And honestly, I do some of my best work in chaos.
I am happy. And, I've been feeling fully me in all of these different areas. I don't feel like I'm faking it to make it. 6 months or so ago something clicked. In work, in home...with family and friends. That doesn't mean that everything has been easy. I haven't been able to be "there" for some of my friends in ways like I would have liked. I've made some mistakes in work. I've, obviously (by reading other entries to this blog), had some down times and times when I haven't felt fully sure of things.
But, even in that ambiguity, I have felt wholly me.
I could grab my calendar and say for sure - but it's felt like my last month has been all about fitting things in. Fitting people in - both in my fun personal life and in my meaningful work life. It's been good on both accounts - but, it's also tiring.
I have loved that I've gotten to fit in so many times to get together with friends. Some have been sad, like saying goodbye to Gail as she moves away. Some have been joyful, some exciting and new. Some a mix of the two.
I left a meeting early on Tuesday to be with friends. The chair of the meeting said "for pete's sake, don't come at all...go be with your friends. You deserve some fun time." I still went, partially because we had already made out plans for meeting up that took into account my schedule. Partially, though, because there have been many opportunities for me to totally ditch out on a work something - and I haven't done so. Also - that whole, "you deserve some fun time." Well, yes, I do - but, I've been taking it.
Work has been intensely full of meetings - one-on-one and group, going from one thing to another. That has been good too. But, next week is looking gloriously open. Of course, everything that I want to get done needs to be done by this Sunday - so that openness doesn't really help me get everything done right now. But, it does indicate an end to my chaos. Although, I am sure new chaos will start up. And honestly, I do some of my best work in chaos.
I am happy. And, I've been feeling fully me in all of these different areas. I don't feel like I'm faking it to make it. 6 months or so ago something clicked. In work, in home...with family and friends. That doesn't mean that everything has been easy. I haven't been able to be "there" for some of my friends in ways like I would have liked. I've made some mistakes in work. I've, obviously (by reading other entries to this blog), had some down times and times when I haven't felt fully sure of things.
But, even in that ambiguity, I have felt wholly me.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Patience, cont.
I ended up with just enough patience yesterday. Only one of the three space & time invaders was present, and I was able to kindly interact without allowing for full time domination. Phew.
I was going to write more, but I'm a little sick of hearing myself complain. Have a great week!
I was going to write more, but I'm a little sick of hearing myself complain. Have a great week!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Patience
I'm hiding out in my office.
No one but the organist is here yet, but I'm hiding. After being on vacation for 10 of the last 19 days you would think I'd be rested and have patience.
I'm reaching really hard for that patience. It was my first prayer this morning. It was a prayer as I drove home last night (from a church function).
I don't think I have patience for the needy ones. For the ones who seem to always need to talk to me. For the ones who breach my physical space. I don't have patience for those who need everything explained to them (over and over). I don't have patience for people's comments of "what work do you do that you need a vacation?" I don't have patience even for the incredibly eager ones who just want to suck everything in (sometimes it feels like I'm needing to spoon feed these too).
What I do have patience for? The 14-year old preacher. The kiddos who are leading the service today. The elderly (formerly grumpy) man who as he shares the peace with me, pulls me in and says "God loves you and so do I." I have patience for the people who have recently lost loved ones. I have patience for the excited Stewardship chair. I have patience for the dedicated ones who let me know about others who aren't doing so well. And for those who will come, and worship - taking in the Word and the Meal.
So, I suppose I do have patience. And, I pray for God's patience and strength not to let my impatience rule over me.
I'm still going to hide in my office for a few more minutes.
No one but the organist is here yet, but I'm hiding. After being on vacation for 10 of the last 19 days you would think I'd be rested and have patience.
I'm reaching really hard for that patience. It was my first prayer this morning. It was a prayer as I drove home last night (from a church function).
I don't think I have patience for the needy ones. For the ones who seem to always need to talk to me. For the ones who breach my physical space. I don't have patience for those who need everything explained to them (over and over). I don't have patience for people's comments of "what work do you do that you need a vacation?" I don't have patience even for the incredibly eager ones who just want to suck everything in (sometimes it feels like I'm needing to spoon feed these too).
What I do have patience for? The 14-year old preacher. The kiddos who are leading the service today. The elderly (formerly grumpy) man who as he shares the peace with me, pulls me in and says "God loves you and so do I." I have patience for the people who have recently lost loved ones. I have patience for the excited Stewardship chair. I have patience for the dedicated ones who let me know about others who aren't doing so well. And for those who will come, and worship - taking in the Word and the Meal.
So, I suppose I do have patience. And, I pray for God's patience and strength not to let my impatience rule over me.
I'm still going to hide in my office for a few more minutes.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Colorful
My latest two concoctions were all about the color.
This past weekend I made "Stir-Fried Carrots, Red Peppers & Red Onions with Roasted Cashews." (pg 36) It was quite tasty, but I realized also quite expensive.
I also made "Ruby Chard Decorated with Itself" (pg 96-97). This was pretty - and much more powerful tasting than I had expected. But, It was good and I felt healthy eating it. Unfortunately, blogger is having a difficult time uploading this particular picture. It was pretty - I'll try again at another time, but it's basically just a leafy green vegetable with chopped up pinkish/red vegetable on top of it.
This past weekend I made "Stir-Fried Carrots, Red Peppers & Red Onions with Roasted Cashews." (pg 36) It was quite tasty, but I realized also quite expensive.
I also made "Ruby Chard Decorated with Itself" (pg 96-97). This was pretty - and much more powerful tasting than I had expected. But, It was good and I felt healthy eating it. Unfortunately, blogger is having a difficult time uploading this particular picture. It was pretty - I'll try again at another time, but it's basically just a leafy green vegetable with chopped up pinkish/red vegetable on top of it.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Very Little Sweat
Sometimes it's really hard to come back from vacation. It was hard to leave this time...hard to leave those whom I dearly love, hard to leave the time spent in leisure, hard to leave sunny California weather. It was.
But, it wasn't so hard to go back to work today. It was nice. I "checked-in" today at an area pastor meeting that ever since Christmas I haven't been freaking out. Things have been okay. Nothing seems like a major deal. Good ministry is happening, often without me.
Since I've been gone?
New ministry is being dreamed up in the form of women's ministry.
A grant has been applied for.
Vacation Bible School dreaming (which has been absent) has begun.
A children's area just off of the worship area has been set up.
The Word (and a good Word at that) was preached on Sunday.
New people have popped in and been well welcomed.
New-ish people have continued to make this place their home.
A woman who had been deteriorating died. (Funeral, which I'll do, is Friday).
A couple good decisions were made regarding Finances and the Newsletter.
Many, many e-mails and 16 phone messages.
A sermon and children's sermon for Sunday are in the midst of being prepared.
All done by others.
Most of the things I have to do aren't that big of a deal. And, I'm taking another mini-vacation next week to visit a friend. I have no fear whatsoever about not having a job, but it is good to know that the work continues when I'm not there. The work is not dependent solely on me. And, coming back has not been difficult at all.
But, it wasn't so hard to go back to work today. It was nice. I "checked-in" today at an area pastor meeting that ever since Christmas I haven't been freaking out. Things have been okay. Nothing seems like a major deal. Good ministry is happening, often without me.
Since I've been gone?
New ministry is being dreamed up in the form of women's ministry.
A grant has been applied for.
Vacation Bible School dreaming (which has been absent) has begun.
A children's area just off of the worship area has been set up.
The Word (and a good Word at that) was preached on Sunday.
New people have popped in and been well welcomed.
New-ish people have continued to make this place their home.
A woman who had been deteriorating died. (Funeral, which I'll do, is Friday).
A couple good decisions were made regarding Finances and the Newsletter.
Many, many e-mails and 16 phone messages.
A sermon and children's sermon for Sunday are in the midst of being prepared.
All done by others.
Most of the things I have to do aren't that big of a deal. And, I'm taking another mini-vacation next week to visit a friend. I have no fear whatsoever about not having a job, but it is good to know that the work continues when I'm not there. The work is not dependent solely on me. And, coming back has not been difficult at all.
Three Dishes
I have not done so well with my New Year's Resolution lately...but I do have a few dishes to report.
First - Leek Chips, pg 73. They would have been better if I used less oil and didn't try to rush them.
Sesame Braised Cabbage with Leeks (pg 34). Quite tasty, though I didn't need to make as much as I did.
And, for Easter, Oven Ratatouille (pg 92-93). Very, very good. Also good as leftovers.
First - Leek Chips, pg 73. They would have been better if I used less oil and didn't try to rush them.
Sesame Braised Cabbage with Leeks (pg 34). Quite tasty, though I didn't need to make as much as I did.
And, for Easter, Oven Ratatouille (pg 92-93). Very, very good. Also good as leftovers.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Rearranging Time
With the nicer weather, I've been breaking up my days differently. Leaving work to do some errands, go for a run, figure out my wonky computer (which I'll be giving up tomorrow for 7-10 days so it can be fixed once again).
It's been nice. It also means that I'm working into the evening. But, I'd be doing that anyway...just working straight through. And, to do personal stuff during daylight hours, not necessarily when I'm exhausted at the end of the day, is wonderful!.
I'm leaving for California in less than a week! And when I get back, my work time will be light for about a month. I just have to attempt to keep my mind in the present and complete the work that needs to be done before I go.
It's been nice. It also means that I'm working into the evening. But, I'd be doing that anyway...just working straight through. And, to do personal stuff during daylight hours, not necessarily when I'm exhausted at the end of the day, is wonderful!.
I'm leaving for California in less than a week! And when I get back, my work time will be light for about a month. I just have to attempt to keep my mind in the present and complete the work that needs to be done before I go.
Monday, March 24, 2008
When Laziness Pays Off
I am going to go to the gym.
I am going to go to the gym.
Fortunately, though, I spent my morning puttering around on Facebook and Jezebel.com. Fortunately, I say because I would have otherwise missed the phone appointment, that I made at the end of last week, with the tax guy. I wrote it down in my calendar. I just failed to look at my calendar from last Thursday on.
I am going to go to the gym....soon. After I check these sites one more time.
I am going to go to the gym.
Fortunately, though, I spent my morning puttering around on Facebook and Jezebel.com. Fortunately, I say because I would have otherwise missed the phone appointment, that I made at the end of last week, with the tax guy. I wrote it down in my calendar. I just failed to look at my calendar from last Thursday on.
I am going to go to the gym....soon. After I check these sites one more time.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Not Enough
I am not enough.
I've gotten this message loud and clear this past week.
I am not enough. I can't visit everyone who is in the hospital as much as they would like me to. I can't get to 4 hospitals at the correct times when people aren't in procedures or rehab. I can't get to all of the home bound members before Easter - even though I've "slacked" with bad weather and illness. I am not enough.
I am not enough. I can't force someone else to recognize that solemnity does not mean sadness. I can attempt to explain why we follow the path of Holy Week, but when someone does not want to, I can't make them understand that recognizing our sinfulness, recognizing our part in the story helps us also to recognize that it is for us that it all happened. I am not enough, particularly when the person will not accept that a young woman should be a pastor.
I am not enough. According to the adult leader of college students to whom I spoke on Wednesday night. I am not enough because I am not married. Speaking to the students was fantastic, with the brief exception of the time in which she (the adult leader) would not let go of the fact that I'm not married...ending with that she would pray for me. I hate when "I'll pray for you" sounds like an insult.
I am not enough. I happen to be an easy authority target for a particular member. He's recognized it, but his recognition doesn't always stop him. I am authority - thus I must be cut down to size. I am not enough in that I allowed myself to be dragged into it - 45 minutes before the Good Friday service. I am not enough in that I wasn't clear in my points. I am not enough in that, even as I expect that he would respect my position, I did not respect his. I am not enough in that I couldn't maintain that solemnity that I spoke of earlier.
I am not enough. I gave up on writing a Good Friday sermon. I didn't do it. Everything that I came up with paled and drew away from the Scripture and the cross. But. The theme I was playing with (ironically...or maybe obviously) was that Peter was not enough. He couldn't hang in there. He couldn't draw his sword and save the day. He couldn't acknowledge his dedication to Jesus. He ran away.
And that is Good Friday. We are not enough. In any of this. We can't do it. We can't bring ourselves back around - force ourselves to stand in the presence of God - recognize the goodness of all of God's creation - without Christ's redemption for us. Without Christ's redemption for me.
I am not enough. But, who is?
I've gotten this message loud and clear this past week.
I am not enough. I can't visit everyone who is in the hospital as much as they would like me to. I can't get to 4 hospitals at the correct times when people aren't in procedures or rehab. I can't get to all of the home bound members before Easter - even though I've "slacked" with bad weather and illness. I am not enough.
I am not enough. I can't force someone else to recognize that solemnity does not mean sadness. I can attempt to explain why we follow the path of Holy Week, but when someone does not want to, I can't make them understand that recognizing our sinfulness, recognizing our part in the story helps us also to recognize that it is for us that it all happened. I am not enough, particularly when the person will not accept that a young woman should be a pastor.
I am not enough. According to the adult leader of college students to whom I spoke on Wednesday night. I am not enough because I am not married. Speaking to the students was fantastic, with the brief exception of the time in which she (the adult leader) would not let go of the fact that I'm not married...ending with that she would pray for me. I hate when "I'll pray for you" sounds like an insult.
I am not enough. I happen to be an easy authority target for a particular member. He's recognized it, but his recognition doesn't always stop him. I am authority - thus I must be cut down to size. I am not enough in that I allowed myself to be dragged into it - 45 minutes before the Good Friday service. I am not enough in that I wasn't clear in my points. I am not enough in that, even as I expect that he would respect my position, I did not respect his. I am not enough in that I couldn't maintain that solemnity that I spoke of earlier.
I am not enough. I gave up on writing a Good Friday sermon. I didn't do it. Everything that I came up with paled and drew away from the Scripture and the cross. But. The theme I was playing with (ironically...or maybe obviously) was that Peter was not enough. He couldn't hang in there. He couldn't draw his sword and save the day. He couldn't acknowledge his dedication to Jesus. He ran away.
And that is Good Friday. We are not enough. In any of this. We can't do it. We can't bring ourselves back around - force ourselves to stand in the presence of God - recognize the goodness of all of God's creation - without Christ's redemption for us. Without Christ's redemption for me.
I am not enough. But, who is?
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Tofu Tango
I made two dishes this weekend and realized that, though it's good I have the ingredients for "Oven Ratatouille" (pg 92), I best wait until I've eaten these dishes.
So - I have made "Chile Cabbage with Shiitakes, Sweet-Crisp Onions and Tofu" (pg 32). Yes, it is in a to-go container. I'm just so hip that I was running late on my way to a concert - so I brought my cabbage and tofu with me :).
This yummy dish is "Sweet Potato Hash with Smoked Tofu and Red Onions" (pg 115). Not a huge story here - but it is very good.
So - I have made "Chile Cabbage with Shiitakes, Sweet-Crisp Onions and Tofu" (pg 32). Yes, it is in a to-go container. I'm just so hip that I was running late on my way to a concert - so I brought my cabbage and tofu with me :).
This yummy dish is "Sweet Potato Hash with Smoked Tofu and Red Onions" (pg 115). Not a huge story here - but it is very good.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Funny - no greens
Here are my latest concoctions . I believe I'll have a couple more before the weekend is up. If I do, I will be only 2 dishes (or 8 days) behind my goal. Of course, after this next (Holy) week, I'll be even more behind. But, it's about the fun of making it all, eh?
This was a last minute "oh! I wonder if they have a recipe for sweet potatoes because I'm planning on doing something with it anyway!" This is Oven-"fried" Sweet Potatoes (well, really, only one potato) (pg 116). I was basically going to do the very thing that the book instructed, except I would have probably been checking them more frequently, not knowing a suggested time.
This is Portobello Parmesan (pg 84). I only made two mushrooms and had too much of the cheese mixture (did you know there was such a thing as too much cheese?). It was still very good.
And these are "Coated Carrots: Afrique du Nord" (pg 38). I have no idea what that second part means...I'm pretending it means African of the North. Anyone know?? These carrots have cumin, cinnamon and citrus juice, among other things. This dish is definitely one of my favorites.
This was a last minute "oh! I wonder if they have a recipe for sweet potatoes because I'm planning on doing something with it anyway!" This is Oven-"fried" Sweet Potatoes (well, really, only one potato) (pg 116). I was basically going to do the very thing that the book instructed, except I would have probably been checking them more frequently, not knowing a suggested time.
This is Portobello Parmesan (pg 84). I only made two mushrooms and had too much of the cheese mixture (did you know there was such a thing as too much cheese?). It was still very good.
And these are "Coated Carrots: Afrique du Nord" (pg 38). I have no idea what that second part means...I'm pretending it means African of the North. Anyone know?? These carrots have cumin, cinnamon and citrus juice, among other things. This dish is definitely one of my favorites.
Hospital Calls
I've been visiting a lot of hospitals and nursing homes lately. Yesterday, partly due to being so far behind in home visits because of weather and illness, partly due to the number of people in the hospital, I visited 7 people. It was my entire day. It was a nice day; I enjoy it. But, I wouldn't want to do that all the time.
Earlier this week, as I was leaving one of the hospitals, I was thinking to myself that it would be somewhat nice to have to be in one for a little while. I wouldn't want to be horribly sick, but to lay in bed, have people bring me food and drink, watch tv or sleep. Yes, I'm feeling tired.
Just as I was thinking to myself "nothing too serious, but enough that I got to stay overnight" I crossed paths with a man I know. He told me that he was visiting his wife for the one-hundred and something day in a row (he knew the exact number). He talked about his car knowing the way to the hospital. He looked exhausted.
So, no. I do not want to go into the hospital. Not really (though, if anyone wants to come and bring me food and drink while I lay around and watch tv, you're welcome to it...I just need to get that work ethic off my back!). And, I am thankful for those hospitals that I've been visiting - the care, the cleanliness, the attitudes of the staff, the advances of technology and the well-roundedness that includes hospital chaplains I can call when I'm too sick to visit.
Earlier this week, as I was leaving one of the hospitals, I was thinking to myself that it would be somewhat nice to have to be in one for a little while. I wouldn't want to be horribly sick, but to lay in bed, have people bring me food and drink, watch tv or sleep. Yes, I'm feeling tired.
Just as I was thinking to myself "nothing too serious, but enough that I got to stay overnight" I crossed paths with a man I know. He told me that he was visiting his wife for the one-hundred and something day in a row (he knew the exact number). He talked about his car knowing the way to the hospital. He looked exhausted.
So, no. I do not want to go into the hospital. Not really (though, if anyone wants to come and bring me food and drink while I lay around and watch tv, you're welcome to it...I just need to get that work ethic off my back!). And, I am thankful for those hospitals that I've been visiting - the care, the cleanliness, the attitudes of the staff, the advances of technology and the well-roundedness that includes hospital chaplains I can call when I'm too sick to visit.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Green Beans without cream of mushroom soup
Here is the recipe for Green Beans with Crunchy Peanut-Lemon Coating (from "The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without" by Mollie Katzen.
1 to 1 1/2 cups peanuts (unsalted or lightly salted)
2 Tablespoons canola or peanut oil
2 Tablespoons minced fresh ginger
1/2 teaspoon grated lemon zest
1 Tablespoon minced garlic
1/4 teaspoon salt (more if peanuts are unsalted)
1 pound fresh green beans, rimmed and cut into 1 1/2-inch pieces
Red pepper flakes, to taste
1 Tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1) Place peanuts in a blender and grind briefly until they form a coarse meal. Set aside.
2) Place a large, deep skillet over medium heat. After about a minute, add 1 Tablespoon of the oil and swirl to coat the pan. Add the ginger and saute for a few minutes, then add the crushed peanuts, plus the lemon zest and garlic. Cook over medium-low heat for about 10 minutes, stirring often, until the peanuts are lightly toasted. Transfer this mixture to a medium-large bowl, and if the peanuts are unsalted, stir in some salt to taste. Set aside.
3) Wipe out the pan with a paper towel, then return it to the stove over medium heat. Wait about a minute, then add another Tablespoon of oil and swirl to coat the pan. Turn up the heat, add the green beans, and stir-fry over high heat for about 5 minutes. Somewhere along the way, sprinkle with about 1/4 teaspoon salt and a big pinch of red pepper flakes.
4) Stir-fry just a few minutes longer, or until the beans are divinely tender-crisp. Add the peanut mixture and the lemon juice, tossing everything together. Taste to adjust the salt and red pepper flakes, if necessary, and serve right away.
1 to 1 1/2 cups peanuts (unsalted or lightly salted)
2 Tablespoons canola or peanut oil
2 Tablespoons minced fresh ginger
1/2 teaspoon grated lemon zest
1 Tablespoon minced garlic
1/4 teaspoon salt (more if peanuts are unsalted)
1 pound fresh green beans, rimmed and cut into 1 1/2-inch pieces
Red pepper flakes, to taste
1 Tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1) Place peanuts in a blender and grind briefly until they form a coarse meal. Set aside.
2) Place a large, deep skillet over medium heat. After about a minute, add 1 Tablespoon of the oil and swirl to coat the pan. Add the ginger and saute for a few minutes, then add the crushed peanuts, plus the lemon zest and garlic. Cook over medium-low heat for about 10 minutes, stirring often, until the peanuts are lightly toasted. Transfer this mixture to a medium-large bowl, and if the peanuts are unsalted, stir in some salt to taste. Set aside.
3) Wipe out the pan with a paper towel, then return it to the stove over medium heat. Wait about a minute, then add another Tablespoon of oil and swirl to coat the pan. Turn up the heat, add the green beans, and stir-fry over high heat for about 5 minutes. Somewhere along the way, sprinkle with about 1/4 teaspoon salt and a big pinch of red pepper flakes.
4) Stir-fry just a few minutes longer, or until the beans are divinely tender-crisp. Add the peanut mixture and the lemon juice, tossing everything together. Taste to adjust the salt and red pepper flakes, if necessary, and serve right away.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Facebook: The Black Hole of Time
If it weren't for the scrabble (or scrabulous) application, I'm not sure I would be as addicted to Facebook as I am. But, there is rarely a day that I am not checking my Facebook page - at the very least to play my next move on scrabble, but often to check in on "friends" (most of whom really are friends).
I've started to notice though, that I now sometimes assimilate some of the information about what is currently going on with a person as if we've had a conversation about it. So, at a meeting the other day, I mentioned that I knew so-and-so wasn't feeling well. I knew this because of her Facebook page - not because of any conversation with her.
It's so odd. And something to watch. Pretty soon I'll just be saying "So-and-so is...." and only ever be able to tell you their status, and not really how they are.
I've started to notice though, that I now sometimes assimilate some of the information about what is currently going on with a person as if we've had a conversation about it. So, at a meeting the other day, I mentioned that I knew so-and-so wasn't feeling well. I knew this because of her Facebook page - not because of any conversation with her.
It's so odd. And something to watch. Pretty soon I'll just be saying "So-and-so is...." and only ever be able to tell you their status, and not really how they are.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
The Good Life
Today, as I was on the phone w/ Belle, my doorbell rang. It was a couple of the kids from church and they were handing me boxes of Girl Scout cookies (because I realized that my kids who are Girl Scouts never hit me up!). My life sure is grand.
This past weekend I went to three different shows. A play, a band in a bar, and a musical. I also got to hang out with my brilliant book club friends. My life sure is fun.
In the last couple days I have made three of the recipes from my New Year's Resolution. They were:
Cauliflower Gratin with Capers and Bread Crumbs (pg 41).
Sauteed Fennel with Crispy Fried Lemon (pg 58).And,
Green Beans with Crunchy Peanut-Lemon Coating (pg 69). (I think this may have been my favorite recipe so far.)
My life sure is full of vegetables and vegetable left overs.
This past weekend I went to three different shows. A play, a band in a bar, and a musical. I also got to hang out with my brilliant book club friends. My life sure is fun.
In the last couple days I have made three of the recipes from my New Year's Resolution. They were:
Cauliflower Gratin with Capers and Bread Crumbs (pg 41).
Sauteed Fennel with Crispy Fried Lemon (pg 58).And,
Green Beans with Crunchy Peanut-Lemon Coating (pg 69). (I think this may have been my favorite recipe so far.)My life sure is full of vegetables and vegetable left overs.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The Body of Christ - With and Without Mucus
I've had a cold for a couple weeks now. It has now moved from my sinuses into my chest and I've been coughing and wheezing since Thursday. As a pastor I have a lot of close proximity to people, and Sunday mornings, especially mean shaking hands, hugging, placing the Body of Christ into people's hands. On healing service Sundays it also includes listening closely and having my hands on people's shoulders and heads.
So, this Sunday, I gave that up. I always have at least one lay person helping with the laying on of hands and anointing for healing. And both had agreed to help in today's service long ago. We were contemplating having three stations, instead of the usual two, and so it worked just fine with the two.
Instead of me serving the bread, I went and sat in the pew after presiding at the altar. I got to kneel at the altar for both the laying on of hands and for communion. I got to pray ('cause I couldn't sing) for all of the people that I usually look in the eye and say "The body of Christ, given for you." I knew what particular prayers that many of the people would ask for, and prayed for them.
It's nice every once in a while to have the place where I sit - my point of view - be turned around. It's nice to see the church in action. It's nice to not have to stifle my cough and constantly sniff worried that I'm going to spread whatever it is I have.
Also - I made this "Radicchio-Porcini Risotto" (pg 88):
It doesn't look like much, but it was very yummy. I couldn't find Porcini anywhere (looked at a number of stores throughout the week) but it still tasted good w/ Portabella. The book describes it as "Ultra-comfort food." And, it was.
So, this Sunday, I gave that up. I always have at least one lay person helping with the laying on of hands and anointing for healing. And both had agreed to help in today's service long ago. We were contemplating having three stations, instead of the usual two, and so it worked just fine with the two.
Instead of me serving the bread, I went and sat in the pew after presiding at the altar. I got to kneel at the altar for both the laying on of hands and for communion. I got to pray ('cause I couldn't sing) for all of the people that I usually look in the eye and say "The body of Christ, given for you." I knew what particular prayers that many of the people would ask for, and prayed for them.
It's nice every once in a while to have the place where I sit - my point of view - be turned around. It's nice to see the church in action. It's nice to not have to stifle my cough and constantly sniff worried that I'm going to spread whatever it is I have.
Also - I made this "Radicchio-Porcini Risotto" (pg 88):
It doesn't look like much, but it was very yummy. I couldn't find Porcini anywhere (looked at a number of stores throughout the week) but it still tasted good w/ Portabella. The book describes it as "Ultra-comfort food." And, it was.
Monday, February 18, 2008
The Good of It All
Well, a number of my things on my list are over and done with. A new week is beginning. I still have a cold that has been hanging on for 2 weeks - which will limit my elderly visiting, but shouldn't hinder anything else.
Cold weather and a head cold sure can bring a person down. But, there are some things that have been bringing me up.
First - my bed. It's comfortable, and I've been getting enough time in it.
Secondly, a little over a week ago, I was able to enjoy the beauty of a freshly fallen 14" of snow while Cross Country Skiing. Here are a couple pics:
Third, though it was cold, there was an attempted Karaoke party held. We missed those who couldn't make it, but still had a good time. I have some pics, but they don't do the event justice.
Finally, I have prepared another recipe for my New Year's resolution. This time it was Potato, Turnip & Carrot Gratin with Garlic-Herb Bechamel Sauce (pp 86-87). Andrew asked about recipes. I would highly recommend buying the book (The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without by Mollie Katzen), but if there are one or two that you would like, shoot me an e-mail and I'll send 'em to you.
On the gratin, I could have actually done without the bread crumbs and cheese on top (but, is that what makes it a gratin?). It was really good though - and I don't think I've truly eaten turnip before.
Cold weather and a head cold sure can bring a person down. But, there are some things that have been bringing me up.
First - my bed. It's comfortable, and I've been getting enough time in it.
Secondly, a little over a week ago, I was able to enjoy the beauty of a freshly fallen 14" of snow while Cross Country Skiing. Here are a couple pics:
Third, though it was cold, there was an attempted Karaoke party held. We missed those who couldn't make it, but still had a good time. I have some pics, but they don't do the event justice.Finally, I have prepared another recipe for my New Year's resolution. This time it was Potato, Turnip & Carrot Gratin with Garlic-Herb Bechamel Sauce (pp 86-87). Andrew asked about recipes. I would highly recommend buying the book (The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without by Mollie Katzen), but if there are one or two that you would like, shoot me an e-mail and I'll send 'em to you.
On the gratin, I could have actually done without the bread crumbs and cheese on top (but, is that what makes it a gratin?). It was really good though - and I don't think I've truly eaten turnip before.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Hope Comes in the Morning
Things are always better in the morning. They just are for me. I don't know if others feel similarly - but I get that phrase "hope comes in the morning" 'cause I tend to be more grounded...and hopeful during the day. I also am more willing to take risks at night - I wonder why that is...hmmm.
Anyway, I'm unfreaked out. I no longer feel like my life is out of control. After blogging last night, I wrote some thoughts for my sermon and then slept for about 5 hours, got up and got "hoped on" by Barack Obama and then had lunch with a friend. I have accomplished a few things on my lists (yay - the garbage is out!), have plenty more, but feel like I can take a nap (while my clothes are agitating in the washer).
Maybe they'll even be time for a movie.
Anyway, I'm unfreaked out. I no longer feel like my life is out of control. After blogging last night, I wrote some thoughts for my sermon and then slept for about 5 hours, got up and got "hoped on" by Barack Obama and then had lunch with a friend. I have accomplished a few things on my lists (yay - the garbage is out!), have plenty more, but feel like I can take a nap (while my clothes are agitating in the washer).
Maybe they'll even be time for a movie.
Freak Out
Man it feels like there is just too much going on right now. And, my freak outs always tend to be at the times when productivity is unreasonable. (Tonight it's only 12:30 and the night before my day off- sometimes it's the 3ams before a Sunday morning.)
In my head I know that failure is not the worst option. I know that I have been accomplishing a lot and that there is just so much more work than possible for one person. But the list of things yet unaddressed is running through my head and it makes it impossible to sleep.
* A number of my homebound really need visits. I'm behind, as I have been for about a year.
* I would have like to have visited the woman in ICU today and now probably won't until Sunday, if not Monday.
* My sermon is barely started.
* Urrgh. Taxes.
* Laundry - which isn't urgent, but looking at my schedule ahead it may soon well be.
* The Christmas present that I've intended to buy and send - and the 2 Christmas cards I've intended to write and send - and the 5 thank you notes.
* I need to return some stuff to the library.
* I have a Bible Study to prepare to lead on Sunday. Haven't started.
* My council report should really be in people's boxes by Sunday am.
* I didn't call my parents today to thank them for the Valentine's treat they sent. Or, just to say I love them.
* I still have the intent to make the vegetable dishes, but haven't don't so since my last post about it. And, I've let some vegetables go to waste because I failed to make anything with them.
* My garbage really needs to be taken out.
Tomorrow is my day off - but it is already full. Of some really good things. But, I just don't know where I'll have any time. And really, I'd just like to sleep. Because I'm worked up now and the sheep seem to have left the building.
I think the freak outs come when I feel alone in responsibilities - even when it's my own mess. Each of those bullet points are things I need to handle. Sure, I'll hand off the taxes to someone else, but I need to gather it together. Yeah, if I get it in her hands soon enough, my secretary will distribute the council report, but I still need to write it.
Just by writing (and processing) I'm calming down - freaking out less. By the time I shut down the computer I might already be asleep. It just really sucks to feel this anxiety - especially when I'd much rather be sleeping.
In my head I know that failure is not the worst option. I know that I have been accomplishing a lot and that there is just so much more work than possible for one person. But the list of things yet unaddressed is running through my head and it makes it impossible to sleep.
* A number of my homebound really need visits. I'm behind, as I have been for about a year.
* I would have like to have visited the woman in ICU today and now probably won't until Sunday, if not Monday.
* My sermon is barely started.
* Urrgh. Taxes.
* Laundry - which isn't urgent, but looking at my schedule ahead it may soon well be.
* The Christmas present that I've intended to buy and send - and the 2 Christmas cards I've intended to write and send - and the 5 thank you notes.
* I need to return some stuff to the library.
* I have a Bible Study to prepare to lead on Sunday. Haven't started.
* My council report should really be in people's boxes by Sunday am.
* I didn't call my parents today to thank them for the Valentine's treat they sent. Or, just to say I love them.
* I still have the intent to make the vegetable dishes, but haven't don't so since my last post about it. And, I've let some vegetables go to waste because I failed to make anything with them.
* My garbage really needs to be taken out.
Tomorrow is my day off - but it is already full. Of some really good things. But, I just don't know where I'll have any time. And really, I'd just like to sleep. Because I'm worked up now and the sheep seem to have left the building.
I think the freak outs come when I feel alone in responsibilities - even when it's my own mess. Each of those bullet points are things I need to handle. Sure, I'll hand off the taxes to someone else, but I need to gather it together. Yeah, if I get it in her hands soon enough, my secretary will distribute the council report, but I still need to write it.
Just by writing (and processing) I'm calming down - freaking out less. By the time I shut down the computer I might already be asleep. It just really sucks to feel this anxiety - especially when I'd much rather be sleeping.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
The Right Place at the Wrong Time
There are many reasons I do what I do (obv. the big bucks and the free wine every Sunday), not the least of which is that I am regularly in the right place at the wrong time.
Milwaukee is in the midst of a blizzard. Somewhere between 10 and 14 inches have fallen today. It's beautiful, heavy, wet stuff. My dead-end is a mess - no plow has been in it at all - and I'm parked one block over (taking over a kind man's spot who helped me as I attempted to cross the street - but got stuck before I even entered the intersection).
Many churches canceled their Ash Wednesday services, but we did not. I'm from Minnesota. You don't cancel things because of a little snow. Actually, my main thought was for the Soup Kitchen - there are some people whose best hot meal of the week is our Soup Kitchen.
Throughout the afternoon I kept second guessing myself. Should we have canceled? Could we yet?
The cooks called and said they could come. Ok - it's on. Other volunteers called. Some to say they were not coming - others to say they were. People watched the news to see if we had canceled - and then called when they didn't see our name to make sure.
The organist called - plowed into his subdivision. We tweaked the service.
Slowly people started to trickle in. A handful of homeless people, but just as many volunteers. I kept reminding myself - we all need the church - not just those who seem needy.
Then, one of our homeless guys - who had been out shoveling (who had been at it all day and was yet as I left) came in with a kid saying his mom had kicked him out.
A 16-yr old who had been jumped in October - by a bunch of kids who wanted him to join a gang. His family moved into our area after that...away from the other kids. Money was tight, his mom was angry with him for disrespecting her...he recognized that it was at stressful times that he and his mom got in the most fights. This was the second time this week he'd been kicked out - and this time he had been out in the blizzard for 5 hours.
I wasn't exactly sure what to do, but I told him to come in, dry off - we would get him some food and make sure he had a place to go and stay. I had no idea where that place would be...could I put a 16 yr old up in a motel? What if all the shelters were full?
I called the emergency number and got the numbers for a couple of youth shelters. The first one was full - but they said to call back at 9 in case everyone who was supposed to show up didn't. They also gave me the number of the other shelter I had gotten. I called there and explained the situation - and Mary, the woman on the other end of the phone, was so incredibly helpful.
The youth shelter is for youth 11-17, for up to 2 weeks at a time. The catch? They need parental permission. They can house a certain number of youth for 12 hours without permission, but if that were to be the case we would want to time when he came in - so he wasn't being pushed out into the streets at 6am.
It turns out it sounded like him mom would give permission - after our Ash Wednesday service, the council president (who has 4-wheel drive) and I drove him to the house. I was relieved to see it had a number of different accreditations posted on the door - including The United Way. After making sure it was legit and he wasn't going to be kicked out in a strange neighborhood (and after giving him the church's phone number) we left him there.
I know the journey isn't over for him - and perhaps not with us involved. But, I am so thankful that we were there tonight. I am so thankful that one of our homeless guys struck up a conversation in the middle of a blizzard and invited him in. I am so thankful that there was an opening for him at the youth house. And I pray that he will received needed help.
Milwaukee is in the midst of a blizzard. Somewhere between 10 and 14 inches have fallen today. It's beautiful, heavy, wet stuff. My dead-end is a mess - no plow has been in it at all - and I'm parked one block over (taking over a kind man's spot who helped me as I attempted to cross the street - but got stuck before I even entered the intersection).
Many churches canceled their Ash Wednesday services, but we did not. I'm from Minnesota. You don't cancel things because of a little snow. Actually, my main thought was for the Soup Kitchen - there are some people whose best hot meal of the week is our Soup Kitchen.
Throughout the afternoon I kept second guessing myself. Should we have canceled? Could we yet?
The cooks called and said they could come. Ok - it's on. Other volunteers called. Some to say they were not coming - others to say they were. People watched the news to see if we had canceled - and then called when they didn't see our name to make sure.
The organist called - plowed into his subdivision. We tweaked the service.
Slowly people started to trickle in. A handful of homeless people, but just as many volunteers. I kept reminding myself - we all need the church - not just those who seem needy.
Then, one of our homeless guys - who had been out shoveling (who had been at it all day and was yet as I left) came in with a kid saying his mom had kicked him out.
A 16-yr old who had been jumped in October - by a bunch of kids who wanted him to join a gang. His family moved into our area after that...away from the other kids. Money was tight, his mom was angry with him for disrespecting her...he recognized that it was at stressful times that he and his mom got in the most fights. This was the second time this week he'd been kicked out - and this time he had been out in the blizzard for 5 hours.
I wasn't exactly sure what to do, but I told him to come in, dry off - we would get him some food and make sure he had a place to go and stay. I had no idea where that place would be...could I put a 16 yr old up in a motel? What if all the shelters were full?
I called the emergency number and got the numbers for a couple of youth shelters. The first one was full - but they said to call back at 9 in case everyone who was supposed to show up didn't. They also gave me the number of the other shelter I had gotten. I called there and explained the situation - and Mary, the woman on the other end of the phone, was so incredibly helpful.
The youth shelter is for youth 11-17, for up to 2 weeks at a time. The catch? They need parental permission. They can house a certain number of youth for 12 hours without permission, but if that were to be the case we would want to time when he came in - so he wasn't being pushed out into the streets at 6am.
It turns out it sounded like him mom would give permission - after our Ash Wednesday service, the council president (who has 4-wheel drive) and I drove him to the house. I was relieved to see it had a number of different accreditations posted on the door - including The United Way. After making sure it was legit and he wasn't going to be kicked out in a strange neighborhood (and after giving him the church's phone number) we left him there.
I know the journey isn't over for him - and perhaps not with us involved. But, I am so thankful that we were there tonight. I am so thankful that one of our homeless guys struck up a conversation in the middle of a blizzard and invited him in. I am so thankful that there was an opening for him at the youth house. And I pray that he will received needed help.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Shroomin (and Rice Fried Vegetables)
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Weather Outside is Frightful
I'm feeling a little bit pensive. There are a few people on the street that we have a relationship with who either won't accept any more help or who we didn't connect with in order to give them more help.
It was below 0 for the second night in a row. Two nights ago we put one of our homeless women up in a motel room. I'm not sure what she did last night.
I talked Wed night with two of our campers who were all bravado about the cold and their tent and how they stay warm. They were laughing and macho - but....it's still cold.
One of our guys recently lost his apartment and has been living in his car. He's selling his plasma for money for gas for his car. I suppose that's the heating bill for him right there. I tried to give him some extra blankets, but he wouldn't accept them and said that he was okay.
Others have told me that "there is a plan" and "they'll be ok" without going into details. I know that certain options come out of the woodwork, but, I still worry.
During a 10pm news weather report in December, the newscaster highlighted how cold it was by interviewing a homeless man who had been kicked out of the mission. In my opinion it was actually done quite well - neither demonizing the man nor the mission - but calling attention to the fact that there are people who on the streets in this cold.
As a child I know I was ignorant. In Tacoma - it never got this cold. In Chicago, I was able to ignore it. Here and now, I have to admit that I am no savior...and there are limits to how I can help. I have to recognize that it's not up to me to force people to accept help or to behave in the way I would say is socially acceptable. I have to recognize it and lead others in continuing to care for people where they are.
It was below 0 for the second night in a row. Two nights ago we put one of our homeless women up in a motel room. I'm not sure what she did last night.
I talked Wed night with two of our campers who were all bravado about the cold and their tent and how they stay warm. They were laughing and macho - but....it's still cold.
One of our guys recently lost his apartment and has been living in his car. He's selling his plasma for money for gas for his car. I suppose that's the heating bill for him right there. I tried to give him some extra blankets, but he wouldn't accept them and said that he was okay.
Others have told me that "there is a plan" and "they'll be ok" without going into details. I know that certain options come out of the woodwork, but, I still worry.
During a 10pm news weather report in December, the newscaster highlighted how cold it was by interviewing a homeless man who had been kicked out of the mission. In my opinion it was actually done quite well - neither demonizing the man nor the mission - but calling attention to the fact that there are people who on the streets in this cold.
As a child I know I was ignorant. In Tacoma - it never got this cold. In Chicago, I was able to ignore it. Here and now, I have to admit that I am no savior...and there are limits to how I can help. I have to recognize that it's not up to me to force people to accept help or to behave in the way I would say is socially acceptable. I have to recognize it and lead others in continuing to care for people where they are.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Caught on Tape
As the last two January's have been, this is once again a chaotic time. I'm not always sure I'm going to get everything done that I need to. In fact, today...on my day off...I need to do some work. One of the things is for something I leading tomorrow morning, the other is my sermon - because of other things going on (including a fantastic concert experience in the evening) I'm not going to have time to work on it much tomorrow.
Even with all the busyness, it's still been a good month. Last year at this time a number of my folk were falling apart in different and serious ways. This year, not so much. Thank God.
But yesterday I received what may very well be the highlight of my month (it even tops the upcoming fantastic concert experience). My great-aunt sent me tapes that my family had sent to my great-grandma from 1979 until 1990. I've only gotten through 1983 so far, but it is fascinating and fun to hear us at those times/ages (including my parents - in the tapes they're just a tiny bit older than I am now).
By listening I have gained some insights - I talked fast even at a young age. I often yelled (in tune) as my singing. My parents really loved us (still do) - you could hear it in their voices as they talk to us, coaxing us to talk to "Grandma Dede" in the microphone. I guess I saw the news about President Reagan getting shot (and I think I said something about "I love him, I don't like him, but I love him" into the microphone at that....was I a Christian liberal even then??? Loving my neighbor, but not liking the president?). And, even then, I loved to make up stories (there was one about Santa Claus getting bitten by a fox).
As we're getting older it's getting to be more music performing than talking, but I do hope that those interactions continue.
Even with all the busyness, it's still been a good month. Last year at this time a number of my folk were falling apart in different and serious ways. This year, not so much. Thank God.
But yesterday I received what may very well be the highlight of my month (it even tops the upcoming fantastic concert experience). My great-aunt sent me tapes that my family had sent to my great-grandma from 1979 until 1990. I've only gotten through 1983 so far, but it is fascinating and fun to hear us at those times/ages (including my parents - in the tapes they're just a tiny bit older than I am now).
By listening I have gained some insights - I talked fast even at a young age. I often yelled (in tune) as my singing. My parents really loved us (still do) - you could hear it in their voices as they talk to us, coaxing us to talk to "Grandma Dede" in the microphone. I guess I saw the news about President Reagan getting shot (and I think I said something about "I love him, I don't like him, but I love him" into the microphone at that....was I a Christian liberal even then??? Loving my neighbor, but not liking the president?). And, even then, I loved to make up stories (there was one about Santa Claus getting bitten by a fox).
As we're getting older it's getting to be more music performing than talking, but I do hope that those interactions continue.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Coconut-Ginger Carrots
This is "Coconut-Ginger Carrots." Page 37 of "The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without."
Turned out well - I could have cooked it a little longer - but it's carrots - you can eat them either raw or cooked.
Next up - Bitter Greens with Sweet Onions and Tart Cheese.
Turned out well - I could have cooked it a little longer - but it's carrots - you can eat them either raw or cooked.
Next up - Bitter Greens with Sweet Onions and Tart Cheese.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
2008 New Year's Resolution
For the last few years I have taken my New Year's resolutions seriously. Not that they've been serious resolutions, but that I've followed through - or at least made an effort throughout the year.
2006 was the year of visiting all of the bars in my neighborhood. I didn't come close, but it was a valiant effort. In 2007 I went to at least one show per month (I missed March, but more than made up for it in the rest of the year).
2008 will be the year of cooking vegetables. I received this book:
That is - "The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without" by Mollie Katzen. (Like my arty arrangement? Too bad I wiggled the camera.) My resolution is to make all of the recipes in the book - except for the ones with brussel sprouts (maybe I would like them if prepared in the fashion suggested in the book, but I always like to leave some wiggle room).
I have already made three of the dishes, and have the ingredients for 2 more.
2006 was the year of visiting all of the bars in my neighborhood. I didn't come close, but it was a valiant effort. In 2007 I went to at least one show per month (I missed March, but more than made up for it in the rest of the year).
2008 will be the year of cooking vegetables. I received this book:
That is - "The Vegetable Dishes I Can't Live Without" by Mollie Katzen. (Like my arty arrangement? Too bad I wiggled the camera.) My resolution is to make all of the recipes in the book - except for the ones with brussel sprouts (maybe I would like them if prepared in the fashion suggested in the book, but I always like to leave some wiggle room).I have already made three of the dishes, and have the ingredients for 2 more.
Brave friends Sara and Gail joined me for the inaugural meal on January 4th in which we had "Eggplant, Green Beans, Pumpkin, and Basil in Coconut-Tomato Curry" (pg 47) and "1-Minute Spinach" (pg 106). Here are pictures from that meal:
Sara and Gail before the meal...we didn't take an after picture.
The beautiful presentation (it did taste really good too).
Sara and Gail before the meal...we didn't take an after picture.
The beautiful presentation (it did taste really good too).Earlier this week I made "Roasted Beets with Tart Pink Grapefruit Glaze" (pg 15). I had never made beets before, and it was relatively easy - although, they are very red/pink and do seem to stain. Here is a pic of the beets:
So, one of the notes I should make is that I also (somewhat obviously) have now purchased a digital camera (and I love it). I was able to because of some very generous Christmas gifts - so yay!
So, one of the notes I should make is that I also (somewhat obviously) have now purchased a digital camera (and I love it). I was able to because of some very generous Christmas gifts - so yay!
Friday, January 04, 2008
Hope in the Land of Blog
Not only is this my first post of 2008, but it is also the 200th post of this blog.
So, what better way to celebrate it than talking about hope.
I'm feeling hopeful in so many areas of life right now. I'm hopeful at work because of some plans of actions that we will be putting into place that will provide vision and focus and hopefully continue to more solidly bring this gathered group into transformed life. It feels like we've got most of the pieces already, we just need to put them together.
I'm feeling hopeful because of the large number of people who showed up to caucus last night - and from the reports I've heard (both from people I know and those I don't) about the atmosphere. I'm feeling hopeful because of the new caucusers...and that it seems that people are getting involved....and that my generation is getting it and making a difference. It also helps that many of the younger participants are excited about Obama. The last time I remember my generation making an electoral difference was when Jesse Ventura was elected in MN....I did not vote for him and I was frustrated with his election.
I'm feeling hopeful because, although I've got a busy month ahead of me, some of the busyness includes concerts and dinners and fun. It's not all work. And it's always fun to have people around that you want to spend time with.
I'm feeling hopeful for some of my friends who have some pretty big things going on in life right now. Changes in job/family/location/outlook on life. I'm hopeful because I hear the realistic excitement and nervousness and fear - and then excitement about where this new change/event will lead. I'm hopeful because I'm getting to somewhat be along on the journey.
And, I'm feeling hopeful because I've found a way to escape the January gym - (with all the New Year's Resolutioners) - in Cross Country Skiing. Now I'm off, to go live into my hope.
So, what better way to celebrate it than talking about hope.
I'm feeling hopeful in so many areas of life right now. I'm hopeful at work because of some plans of actions that we will be putting into place that will provide vision and focus and hopefully continue to more solidly bring this gathered group into transformed life. It feels like we've got most of the pieces already, we just need to put them together.
I'm feeling hopeful because of the large number of people who showed up to caucus last night - and from the reports I've heard (both from people I know and those I don't) about the atmosphere. I'm feeling hopeful because of the new caucusers...and that it seems that people are getting involved....and that my generation is getting it and making a difference. It also helps that many of the younger participants are excited about Obama. The last time I remember my generation making an electoral difference was when Jesse Ventura was elected in MN....I did not vote for him and I was frustrated with his election.
I'm feeling hopeful because, although I've got a busy month ahead of me, some of the busyness includes concerts and dinners and fun. It's not all work. And it's always fun to have people around that you want to spend time with.
I'm feeling hopeful for some of my friends who have some pretty big things going on in life right now. Changes in job/family/location/outlook on life. I'm hopeful because I hear the realistic excitement and nervousness and fear - and then excitement about where this new change/event will lead. I'm hopeful because I'm getting to somewhat be along on the journey.
And, I'm feeling hopeful because I've found a way to escape the January gym - (with all the New Year's Resolutioners) - in Cross Country Skiing. Now I'm off, to go live into my hope.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Another Round
I was sent a "choose you candidate" based on issues quiz. As was the case four years ago, Dennis Kucinich would be my president. Except, it's gotten to be less and less about issues for me - and more and more about how the future president will run the country.
I scored lowest on John McCain, but I would trust him more than many of the other candidates with whom I scored higher. No, I'm not going to be voting for McCain.
I have been reminded again that there really is no one person, organization or place with whom I will agree about everything. This includes the particular congregation that I lead. It includes the denomination in which I have promised to teach and preach. It includes my family, my friends. I definitely includes presidential candidates.
I scored very similarly for the three Democratic contenders. And, I do think each of them would make a fine president...even if I don't agree with them about each and every thing. But, when it comes to trust and integrity, and who I think will best lead the country, I feel hope with Obama. I appreciate his vision and his attitude.
If Clinton or Edwards is the Democratic candidate, they have my vote. But, I do heartily believe that Obama will lead the country better than anyone else running.
I scored lowest on John McCain, but I would trust him more than many of the other candidates with whom I scored higher. No, I'm not going to be voting for McCain.
I have been reminded again that there really is no one person, organization or place with whom I will agree about everything. This includes the particular congregation that I lead. It includes the denomination in which I have promised to teach and preach. It includes my family, my friends. I definitely includes presidential candidates.
I scored very similarly for the three Democratic contenders. And, I do think each of them would make a fine president...even if I don't agree with them about each and every thing. But, when it comes to trust and integrity, and who I think will best lead the country, I feel hope with Obama. I appreciate his vision and his attitude.
If Clinton or Edwards is the Democratic candidate, they have my vote. But, I do heartily believe that Obama will lead the country better than anyone else running.
Friday, December 28, 2007
A Confession
Usually when I drive through WI between Milwaukee and the Twin Cities, I tend to either scan the NPR and Classic Rock radio stations or have my I-Pod plugged in. That is what I did today on my way back home from Christmas in MN.
However, as I plowed through Western Wisconsin on Christmas Day, global politics just wasn't going to satisfy my Christmasy mood. I scanned through all the NPR and Classic Rock stations and landed on - *gasp* - the Christian stations....and even worse....the Country Music stations.
At any other time of year I move on as soon as I recognize their Christian/Country-ness. But, for one (relatively) short drive on Christmas Day, their sappiness fulfilled my musical needs.
Please don't judge me poorly for it.
However, as I plowed through Western Wisconsin on Christmas Day, global politics just wasn't going to satisfy my Christmasy mood. I scanned through all the NPR and Classic Rock stations and landed on - *gasp* - the Christian stations....and even worse....the Country Music stations.
At any other time of year I move on as soon as I recognize their Christian/Country-ness. But, for one (relatively) short drive on Christmas Day, their sappiness fulfilled my musical needs.
Please don't judge me poorly for it.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
How Can A Picture Tell This Story??
On Sunday we blessed boilers. Well, actually, we blessed the people who have made the boilers possible and those who will benefit from them. (Strictly speaking, we dedicated the boilers). Such an oddity, and fun in its strangeness.
There was an article in the local community free paper about homelessness, telling the story of three people who I know well. I had met the reporter while dressed as a gypsy (at the Halloween party I attended...I don't generally dress like a gypsy) and he knew about my church's Soup Kitchen. He called about a month later saying that the paper was wanting to write an article about homelessness in our neighborhood. He asked if he could come and talk to some people at the Soup Kitchen. I said I would ask some specific people - and they were willing and happy to talk about their situation with him. The article was well done, really long, and told an honest story.
Yesterday, God knocked on the church door a few times...but most strikingly in the form of two individuals who entered within 1/2 an hour of each other. One who wasn't intending to ask for a handout, but who was invited in and was in need of a specific thing that we had plenty of, and another who stopped in to share some wealth...in the form of cash.
Today, I am brokering a snow removal deal between a member of the congregation and a homeless man.
When my mom's side of the family gathers together we are supposed to bring a picture of something that tells a story about our year. I'm not sure where to start...if this less than a week, what does a year look like?
I might just see if I can get a picture of myself in front of one of the new boilers. I'd love other suggestions.
There was an article in the local community free paper about homelessness, telling the story of three people who I know well. I had met the reporter while dressed as a gypsy (at the Halloween party I attended...I don't generally dress like a gypsy) and he knew about my church's Soup Kitchen. He called about a month later saying that the paper was wanting to write an article about homelessness in our neighborhood. He asked if he could come and talk to some people at the Soup Kitchen. I said I would ask some specific people - and they were willing and happy to talk about their situation with him. The article was well done, really long, and told an honest story.
Yesterday, God knocked on the church door a few times...but most strikingly in the form of two individuals who entered within 1/2 an hour of each other. One who wasn't intending to ask for a handout, but who was invited in and was in need of a specific thing that we had plenty of, and another who stopped in to share some wealth...in the form of cash.
Today, I am brokering a snow removal deal between a member of the congregation and a homeless man.
When my mom's side of the family gathers together we are supposed to bring a picture of something that tells a story about our year. I'm not sure where to start...if this less than a week, what does a year look like?
I might just see if I can get a picture of myself in front of one of the new boilers. I'd love other suggestions.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Yet Another Way My Secretary Rocks!
The Senior Center is closed this morning due to an ice storm. The director called me at 6:45 to let me know.
We have a brand new phone system at work. While I have learned how to check my messages, I guess I wasn't really listening when they were telling us how to change messages. So, after receiving the news of the closing I called and got into one of the menus of the phone system but could not figure out a thing.
I hung up, resolved to get ready and go over to church right away in order to change the message so little old ladies weren't breaking hips in an effort to get to the center. Not 1/2 a minute after I hung up, my secretary called to say that she was changing the message.
I really wish we paid her well. Regardless, I am so thankful for her.
We have a brand new phone system at work. While I have learned how to check my messages, I guess I wasn't really listening when they were telling us how to change messages. So, after receiving the news of the closing I called and got into one of the menus of the phone system but could not figure out a thing.
I hung up, resolved to get ready and go over to church right away in order to change the message so little old ladies weren't breaking hips in an effort to get to the center. Not 1/2 a minute after I hung up, my secretary called to say that she was changing the message.
I really wish we paid her well. Regardless, I am so thankful for her.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Change of Plans
Well, Andrew and Moe, thank you for the information about cameras. It is now unlikely that I will be purchasing one anytime soon. Instead, I have purchased a new hard drive and a new windshield.
Separate issues.
Both costly.
The biggest pain is that I have been deficient in saving things from my computer anywhere else but the hard drive. So, I unfortunately lost quite a bit.
Such is life. And, I'll be smarter the next time.
Bleh.
Separate issues.
Both costly.
The biggest pain is that I have been deficient in saving things from my computer anywhere else but the hard drive. So, I unfortunately lost quite a bit.
Such is life. And, I'll be smarter the next time.
Bleh.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Shutterbug
When I first started working I made a list of things I wanted to purchase that I had put off during my volunteer and school years. Big ticket items = a bed, a car, an I-pod, a CD player for the car (to which I can attach my I-pod), a DVD/DVR player, and hmmm...I feel like there was something else....anyway - all of these have been deliberating researched and purchased in the last few years.
Anyone have any recommendations?
Also - I'm trying to decide - do I attempt to purchase the camera now - during holiday sales? Or wait until after Christmas...with post-holiday sales, but perhaps not the greatest selection?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Code Resentment
Every once in a while the very first conversation I have in the morning is with the voice from the church's alarm company. The alarm can go off for a number of reasons - usually because someone either forgot or mis-typed their alarm code (there is a little bit of time and a few chances...but for some reason this alarm pad intimidates a number of my members).
I'm the 4th on a list of people to call....and the alarm company is supposed to call until they get a live person. It seems that every time they call, however, all of the other 3 are out of commission. (Of course, they don't call me if one of the other three gets called...but, the others haven't mentioned receiving calls).
On a side note - it's like we're those guardians of the grail in the book The DaVinci Code. Although, it's much less dramatic and romantic - we are merely the four guardians of the alarm system.
The alarm went off this morning - in the office. I looked - no doors were unlocked (and if it had been a person, it would have also registered whichever method they entered the office), no big disturbances.
I'm the 4th on a list of people to call....and the alarm company is supposed to call until they get a live person. It seems that every time they call, however, all of the other 3 are out of commission. (Of course, they don't call me if one of the other three gets called...but, the others haven't mentioned receiving calls).
On a side note - it's like we're those guardians of the grail in the book The DaVinci Code. Although, it's much less dramatic and romantic - we are merely the four guardians of the alarm system.
The alarm went off this morning - in the office. I looked - no doors were unlocked (and if it had been a person, it would have also registered whichever method they entered the office), no big disturbances.
I'm aware that I'm feeling a little resentful that I had to rush around to go and police the building. So, I decided that I just needed to take it as a reason to go and buy myself an already- brewed cup of coffee from the cool local coffee shop. If this doesn't work....perhaps I'll need to find some chocolate.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Dress Me in Corduroy
I recently found a wonderful corduroy jacket on sale for $20. I love it. I wear it all the time. I also regularly wear 3 pair of corduroy pants - and one long corduroy skirt (individually...not at the same time).
My dilemma comes when I wear one of the pairs of pants or the skirt and I want to put a light jacket on.
Is there ever too much corduroy?
Should I avoid the corduroy jacket when I'm wearing one of the other pieces of corduroy?
When we had the search for the new secretary (by the way - my secretary kicks ass!) I was prepared to mourn the fashion relationship I'd had with my last one. Turns out, my current secretary (who...did I mention kicks ass!) has some good fashion sense as well. I have yet to pose the corduroy question to her though. I'll have to do that next time I wear the two corduroys together. I missed my opportunity today.
Any fashion advice from peanut gallery?
My dilemma comes when I wear one of the pairs of pants or the skirt and I want to put a light jacket on.
Is there ever too much corduroy?
Should I avoid the corduroy jacket when I'm wearing one of the other pieces of corduroy?
When we had the search for the new secretary (by the way - my secretary kicks ass!) I was prepared to mourn the fashion relationship I'd had with my last one. Turns out, my current secretary (who...did I mention kicks ass!) has some good fashion sense as well. I have yet to pose the corduroy question to her though. I'll have to do that next time I wear the two corduroys together. I missed my opportunity today.
Any fashion advice from peanut gallery?
Friday, November 16, 2007
Hope and Trust - blocked by fear, Springs up despite
The Fountain
by Denise Levertov
Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes
found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched - but not because
she grudged the water,
only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.
Don't say, don't say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.
This has been a difficult week. Well, really - a difficult Tuesday-Wednesday. I have not felt strong, or like a leader who knows what she is doing. I keep getting reminded by these situations that I really don't know what I'm doing and all I can do is rely on what God has given me - which includes inner strength, other people's wisdom, and a community of support.
Inter-personal things I get. Business ones I don't. And every once in a while the panic of "I don't know what to do" overrides better wisdom and trust. Thankfully, wonderful people were safe for me to express that...to be overwhelmed with and offer support and prayer.
I still don't know what I'm doing. But, I do know that I'm no longer panicking.
by Denise Levertov
Don't say, don't say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes
found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched - but not because
she grudged the water,
only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.
Don't say, don't say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.
This has been a difficult week. Well, really - a difficult Tuesday-Wednesday. I have not felt strong, or like a leader who knows what she is doing. I keep getting reminded by these situations that I really don't know what I'm doing and all I can do is rely on what God has given me - which includes inner strength, other people's wisdom, and a community of support.
Inter-personal things I get. Business ones I don't. And every once in a while the panic of "I don't know what to do" overrides better wisdom and trust. Thankfully, wonderful people were safe for me to express that...to be overwhelmed with and offer support and prayer.
I still don't know what I'm doing. But, I do know that I'm no longer panicking.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
A Different Kind of Good News
My job, at its heart, is about good news.
Good News that conquers sin & death. Good News of goodness within each person, createdness as God's children. Good news that someone cares. Good news that life is about more than one's own little opinions and needs - that we're connected to one another. Good News of love.
This weekend my job is about other good news as well.
Half of our building has heat! (Which is good news when two weeks ago we weren't sure where we'd be). Our programs will be able to continuously be held without worry that the homeless folk won't have a place to warm up or that the little old ladies will be shivering. Sure, worship will continue to be held in the fellowship hall rather than the sanctuary, but we'll be warm with more than just the Spirit.
and
We are receiving some money from one of the grants I submitted earlier this fall!! We have yet to hear from another. But, this is good (and stress reducing) news!
and
I'm going away for a week. Good news because although I love my people, and my work...my sermons have been suffering and my brain and my pre-preaching nerves need a bit of a break. And, while most of the times I go away are preceded by extra preaching (for a funeral or a wedding), this time...I can safely say now that it's the day before I leave...that will not be the case.
Good news for me. Not the holy kind. But...maybe a little bit of the wholly kind - physical comfort, economic help, mental health break. That seems like good news to me.
Good News that conquers sin & death. Good News of goodness within each person, createdness as God's children. Good news that someone cares. Good news that life is about more than one's own little opinions and needs - that we're connected to one another. Good News of love.
This weekend my job is about other good news as well.
Half of our building has heat! (Which is good news when two weeks ago we weren't sure where we'd be). Our programs will be able to continuously be held without worry that the homeless folk won't have a place to warm up or that the little old ladies will be shivering. Sure, worship will continue to be held in the fellowship hall rather than the sanctuary, but we'll be warm with more than just the Spirit.
and
We are receiving some money from one of the grants I submitted earlier this fall!! We have yet to hear from another. But, this is good (and stress reducing) news!
and
I'm going away for a week. Good news because although I love my people, and my work...my sermons have been suffering and my brain and my pre-preaching nerves need a bit of a break. And, while most of the times I go away are preceded by extra preaching (for a funeral or a wedding), this time...I can safely say now that it's the day before I leave...that will not be the case.
Good news for me. Not the holy kind. But...maybe a little bit of the wholly kind - physical comfort, economic help, mental health break. That seems like good news to me.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Highlights of my work week
* I tied for first at the Senior Center's marshmallow blowing contest on Tuesday. My prize - a Santa figurine. (Doesn't that seem off? It should have been something Halloween-y). I'm still accepting it - no matter that I was decades younger than the other participants and I only tied.
* My Confirmation class loved that I found a song on YouTube to play for them and discuss. And, they started singing Bible songs spontaneously a few different times (like our ever-so-dignified Wed. text study does). And, they are excited about the Lenten series to be described below. And, one of the students got really excited about going on a mission trip - even going home right away to research and e-mail the info to me. **Favorite quote of the night - "So, what you're saying is the world needs hippies."
* Some members of my text study took off for Sun-Mon to brainstorm a Lenten series based on "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and strength and mind, and love your neighbor as yourself" and The Wizard of Oz. It was good to brainstorm - and I'm looking forward to this work (as I focus on the cowardly lion and strength).
* Today my secretary and I are having lunch together. It's a working lunch where we'll touch base about how things are going and what we can do better in our working relationship. But, we also have fun together.
* Last night a new congregation cooked for the Soup Kitchen. They made a FANTASTIC meal, were excited about their experience, and one of the volunteers said to a member of mine: "This is where I belong." Lots of laughter - also meant a lot of time freed up for me to visit with others that were there who needed it.
* A good worship service last night - one actually full of comedy for some reason. Good discussion, a full house (9) for a Wed. night. A cell phone rang in the middle of our "silence." People held it together during the silence and then when the silence ended everyone erupted in laughter. It felt like a great community - half of whom were sleeping outside last night.
* Because I will be gone for a little over a week, I'm needing to prepare to get a lot of information to other people. I've gotten worship planned now through mid-December and have already gotten some Christmas stuff figured out. I've got people to open up the church on Sunday and to lead Wednesday evening functions. I've got to put together instructions for leading the Confirmation Class next Monday and to get my sermon ready for this Sunday...but I feel like things are pretty well under control. Yay!
* My Confirmation class loved that I found a song on YouTube to play for them and discuss. And, they started singing Bible songs spontaneously a few different times (like our ever-so-dignified Wed. text study does). And, they are excited about the Lenten series to be described below. And, one of the students got really excited about going on a mission trip - even going home right away to research and e-mail the info to me. **Favorite quote of the night - "So, what you're saying is the world needs hippies."
* Some members of my text study took off for Sun-Mon to brainstorm a Lenten series based on "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and strength and mind, and love your neighbor as yourself" and The Wizard of Oz. It was good to brainstorm - and I'm looking forward to this work (as I focus on the cowardly lion and strength).
* Today my secretary and I are having lunch together. It's a working lunch where we'll touch base about how things are going and what we can do better in our working relationship. But, we also have fun together.
* Last night a new congregation cooked for the Soup Kitchen. They made a FANTASTIC meal, were excited about their experience, and one of the volunteers said to a member of mine: "This is where I belong." Lots of laughter - also meant a lot of time freed up for me to visit with others that were there who needed it.
* A good worship service last night - one actually full of comedy for some reason. Good discussion, a full house (9) for a Wed. night. A cell phone rang in the middle of our "silence." People held it together during the silence and then when the silence ended everyone erupted in laughter. It felt like a great community - half of whom were sleeping outside last night.
* Because I will be gone for a little over a week, I'm needing to prepare to get a lot of information to other people. I've gotten worship planned now through mid-December and have already gotten some Christmas stuff figured out. I've got people to open up the church on Sunday and to lead Wednesday evening functions. I've got to put together instructions for leading the Confirmation Class next Monday and to get my sermon ready for this Sunday...but I feel like things are pretty well under control. Yay!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Commending all for whom (and what) we pray
On Wednesday night, one of my fellow worshipers spoke of his wife praying for strength. He said that perhaps she should stop praying for strength because God then keeps giving her situations in which to use that strength. Maybe she should pray for peace instead.
I don't believe that is how God works.
But, I wonder if I should stop praying for strength....and perhaps wisdom as well.
I'm not going to stop praying for strength and wisdom in my work, but it does make me recognize that sometimes those are the two qualities for which I pray the most. I don't pray for lightheartedness or a restful time for myself. I don't pray to have a light work week or a full social calendar.
I'm realizing...regardless of how one believes prayer works...that I would like to be more well-rounded in my prayers for myself. Prayers for others tend to be holistic. Prayers myself tend to focus on work.
So, today I'm going to pray that my time at the orchard is invigorating and dry (rain is in the forcast) and that the brewery birthday party is joyous and energizing. Amen.
I don't believe that is how God works.
But, I wonder if I should stop praying for strength....and perhaps wisdom as well.
I'm not going to stop praying for strength and wisdom in my work, but it does make me recognize that sometimes those are the two qualities for which I pray the most. I don't pray for lightheartedness or a restful time for myself. I don't pray to have a light work week or a full social calendar.
I'm realizing...regardless of how one believes prayer works...that I would like to be more well-rounded in my prayers for myself. Prayers for others tend to be holistic. Prayers myself tend to focus on work.
So, today I'm going to pray that my time at the orchard is invigorating and dry (rain is in the forcast) and that the brewery birthday party is joyous and energizing. Amen.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
A Visit From Mom
My easy going mom has been visiting. Her visits are always good for me. We eat well but not too much, I usually end up learning something, and we walk (outside or in a museum or at some other entertainment venue).
It's nice to have someone - the person from whom I probably learned the most about attending church - to recognize the same idiosyncrasies of my congregation as I do. Like the incredibly long sharing of the peace, or the fact that a couple people carry their hymnals with them to coffee hour (because after that they are heading home...and since they sponsored the hymnals they believe they should be able to bring them home and bring them to worship each Sunday).
It's also nice to not talk about church and to hear about experiences that she is having and has had. To change certain assumptions I've had. To get her take on current events and life in general. To get hugs from my mama.
It wasn't technically vacation, but it felt a bit like it.
It's nice to have someone - the person from whom I probably learned the most about attending church - to recognize the same idiosyncrasies of my congregation as I do. Like the incredibly long sharing of the peace, or the fact that a couple people carry their hymnals with them to coffee hour (because after that they are heading home...and since they sponsored the hymnals they believe they should be able to bring them home and bring them to worship each Sunday).
It's also nice to not talk about church and to hear about experiences that she is having and has had. To change certain assumptions I've had. To get her take on current events and life in general. To get hugs from my mama.
It wasn't technically vacation, but it felt a bit like it.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Unexpected Visitors
I've had a number of surprise visitors in worship recently. Last Sunday members of the congregation in which I grew up popped in. (Unfortunately it was one of the rare Sundays in which I wasn't preaching...but that just means they'll have to come again.)
This Sunday a dear friend...who told me that he warned me earlier in the week, but I don't recall it.
Next Sunday...well, I suppose that's not unexpected, but a visitor nonetheless - my mom.
But, today there was one potential unexpected visitor that did not show up - and I'm a bit relieved.
Today we held a pet blessing in the afternoon. This is an annual tradition held near the commemoration of St. Francis of Assisi (Oct 4th). We read some scripture, say some prayers, I bless each animal (I think we had about 12 dogs and one picture of a cat present this afternoon). Some congregations are brave enough to hold this pet blessing during the regular Sunday morning worship - with the pets sitting through the service. I am not that brave - and I'm not sure some of the animals would have made it either.
Just prior to the regular morning service the organist told me that his good friend was thinking about bringing her dog to the service....the regular morning service. She wasn't able to make the afternoon blessing and wanted her pup to be blessed. He (the organist) mentioned that I would know if the dog arrived.
Well, neither the dog nor its owner showed up. But, I did bless the dog that may be the ring bearer for the couple I am marrying in another year.
This Sunday a dear friend...who told me that he warned me earlier in the week, but I don't recall it.
Next Sunday...well, I suppose that's not unexpected, but a visitor nonetheless - my mom.
But, today there was one potential unexpected visitor that did not show up - and I'm a bit relieved.
Today we held a pet blessing in the afternoon. This is an annual tradition held near the commemoration of St. Francis of Assisi (Oct 4th). We read some scripture, say some prayers, I bless each animal (I think we had about 12 dogs and one picture of a cat present this afternoon). Some congregations are brave enough to hold this pet blessing during the regular Sunday morning worship - with the pets sitting through the service. I am not that brave - and I'm not sure some of the animals would have made it either.
Just prior to the regular morning service the organist told me that his good friend was thinking about bringing her dog to the service....the regular morning service. She wasn't able to make the afternoon blessing and wanted her pup to be blessed. He (the organist) mentioned that I would know if the dog arrived.
Well, neither the dog nor its owner showed up. But, I did bless the dog that may be the ring bearer for the couple I am marrying in another year.
Monday, October 01, 2007
From Their Mouths to God's Ears
I got the giggles yesterday during worship. I was sitting closer to the congregation because we had a guest preacher who was going to preach from the aisle instead of the pulpit (and if I was in my usual spot I would have had to turn around the entire time to see him).
I wrote here about the chance-taking of chanting the psalm, well, today the attempts at praising the Lord with chanting were a bit reversed. It has been traditional for our congregation to speak the psalm, responsively...and so many of those who avoid singing the hymns are chanting the psalm. Yesterday the leader did a wonderful job (it's something he just started working on last spring and it's so fun to see him get better and bolder). But the congregation responding was completely off key and out of tempo. Because I was sitting closer, I got an even louder experience of it.
It was just so charming. Voices raised earnestly with joy, and some trepidation. And, I bet to God it was beautiful.
I wrote here about the chance-taking of chanting the psalm, well, today the attempts at praising the Lord with chanting were a bit reversed. It has been traditional for our congregation to speak the psalm, responsively...and so many of those who avoid singing the hymns are chanting the psalm. Yesterday the leader did a wonderful job (it's something he just started working on last spring and it's so fun to see him get better and bolder). But the congregation responding was completely off key and out of tempo. Because I was sitting closer, I got an even louder experience of it.
It was just so charming. Voices raised earnestly with joy, and some trepidation. And, I bet to God it was beautiful.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Ms. Jekyll and Hyde
I had a dr's appt yesterday - just regular procedural stuff.
One of the things I wanted done was to have my cholesterol checked. That requires a fast...meaning no food. My appointment was at 1:15.
Just a warning to one and all - I'm not a very pleasant person when I haven't had any food or caffeine - at all. It was scary...and I don't think I liked myself very much.
After the appt I went to a local coffee joint and had some coffee and a sandwich. Then I came home and took a nap.
All was right in the world once again. And it's a good thing too - I taught Confirmation last night.
One of the things I wanted done was to have my cholesterol checked. That requires a fast...meaning no food. My appointment was at 1:15.
Just a warning to one and all - I'm not a very pleasant person when I haven't had any food or caffeine - at all. It was scary...and I don't think I liked myself very much.
After the appt I went to a local coffee joint and had some coffee and a sandwich. Then I came home and took a nap.
All was right in the world once again. And it's a good thing too - I taught Confirmation last night.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Amazing Grace
Today, aided by well loved hymns, I convicted.
My sermon was all about sin - about owning up to it - about no longer being ignorant to the amount of grace and mercy we receive.
There was Gospel, but the weight of the knowledge of sin was heavy.
Then as the Hymn of the Day we sang "Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling...come home..." and most powerfully of all - "Amazing Grace" as I handed the bread to people who were sniffing, tearing up, fragile.
It hurts. I'm not telling them - or myself - anything that isn't true. I'm not making them feel any particular way. But, I am calling forth truth. And it's painful.
But the grace came in the meal - that overflowed with abundance - that helped people to know that they had been made right by God.
I'm still feeling fragile. I pronounced the post-communion blessing "May the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ strengthen you, and keep you in his grace" a bit choked up and with tears dripping out of the corners of my eyes.
My sermon was all about sin - about owning up to it - about no longer being ignorant to the amount of grace and mercy we receive.
There was Gospel, but the weight of the knowledge of sin was heavy.
Then as the Hymn of the Day we sang "Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling...come home..." and most powerfully of all - "Amazing Grace" as I handed the bread to people who were sniffing, tearing up, fragile.
It hurts. I'm not telling them - or myself - anything that isn't true. I'm not making them feel any particular way. But, I am calling forth truth. And it's painful.
But the grace came in the meal - that overflowed with abundance - that helped people to know that they had been made right by God.
I'm still feeling fragile. I pronounced the post-communion blessing "May the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ strengthen you, and keep you in his grace" a bit choked up and with tears dripping out of the corners of my eyes.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Early Bird
Up until my second year of college I was one of those annoying people who would practically leap out of bed. It's not that I would wake up naturally, but when my alarm went off I was up and ready to go.
Something about those late college nights and extra responsibility removed that immediate bounciness and I started to have to drag myself out of bed, even setting more than one alarm for a while.
Now, however, I've been waking up naturally more and more - earlier too. I am also finding myself somewhere in between these two states. My current mode of operation when I wake up is to be calm and relaxed. I've recently enjoyed a little bit of extra time in the morning in which I get to drink my coffee, read the paper, maybe go for a run and just be.
Ooops - there goes my alarm for the day.
I like this morning time and am thankful for it because while evening time like this - calm, centered around books or music or some task - is nice...it's good to start the day this way.
Now on to tackle this one...
Something about those late college nights and extra responsibility removed that immediate bounciness and I started to have to drag myself out of bed, even setting more than one alarm for a while.
Now, however, I've been waking up naturally more and more - earlier too. I am also finding myself somewhere in between these two states. My current mode of operation when I wake up is to be calm and relaxed. I've recently enjoyed a little bit of extra time in the morning in which I get to drink my coffee, read the paper, maybe go for a run and just be.
Ooops - there goes my alarm for the day.
I like this morning time and am thankful for it because while evening time like this - calm, centered around books or music or some task - is nice...it's good to start the day this way.
Now on to tackle this one...
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Pests - Just Trying to Show the Love
For the first time since I started wearing contacts (periodically) again, no one at Soup Kitchen commented on whether I was wearing glasses or not.
It's because all the comments were reserved for my newly curly hair.
I don't like it, but I do understand that for some people it is their way of connecting - commenting on appearance. I (probably like most people) appreciate it when someone tells me I look nice, but when it's just general comments about my appearance - I get annoyed. (It also depends on who is saying it, and of course, how it's said.)
I watched a member make the rounds of Soup Kitchen last night and probably experience the same thing I do...she is one that makes an effort to know everyone and is amazingly caring and welcoming.
As people would walk by her (as she was talking with someone else), many would place a hand on her back or shoulder, or flip her hair. It was obviously done out of endearment...and she held her cool.
The same thing happens to me, and I sometimes have to really work to not be incredibly annoyed by it. But, what I saw last night was the beauty of people feeling connected to her. Feeling they had a friend in her. People who probably wouldn't say they have a friend in very many others.
It still is annoying - the same kind of pestering that little kids do to one another when they like each other - but, on the other hand, it's a good sign of relationship and the good work we are doing.
It's because all the comments were reserved for my newly curly hair.
I don't like it, but I do understand that for some people it is their way of connecting - commenting on appearance. I (probably like most people) appreciate it when someone tells me I look nice, but when it's just general comments about my appearance - I get annoyed. (It also depends on who is saying it, and of course, how it's said.)
I watched a member make the rounds of Soup Kitchen last night and probably experience the same thing I do...she is one that makes an effort to know everyone and is amazingly caring and welcoming.
As people would walk by her (as she was talking with someone else), many would place a hand on her back or shoulder, or flip her hair. It was obviously done out of endearment...and she held her cool.
The same thing happens to me, and I sometimes have to really work to not be incredibly annoyed by it. But, what I saw last night was the beauty of people feeling connected to her. Feeling they had a friend in her. People who probably wouldn't say they have a friend in very many others.
It still is annoying - the same kind of pestering that little kids do to one another when they like each other - but, on the other hand, it's a good sign of relationship and the good work we are doing.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Taking a Chance
I'm not the best singer.
I think I can hear tune and tone and all the important musical things, but I can't always make my voice do that.
So, I've regularly chanted the liturgy, and in the last 6 months we've started to have those Lectors who were interested in chanting chant the Psalm. It's been a set few and I've come to expect that some but not others would.
I've also been working on a worshipful environment that allows us to take chances. That we don't have to be perfect in what we do in order to worship and praise God. Sometimes even saying that we're going to try something that is a little out of our comfort zone - and asking people to remember that what we're doing is about God - not about how we perform. (Although I do also talk about not giving crap to God - but trying our best).
Yesterday I got tears in my eyes as one of my older adults - a woman who I've come to expect to be a bit stuck in her ways - decided to chant the Psalm. Her voice cracked a little - she had to start over for one of the stanzas - but it was beautiful.
I think I can hear tune and tone and all the important musical things, but I can't always make my voice do that.
So, I've regularly chanted the liturgy, and in the last 6 months we've started to have those Lectors who were interested in chanting chant the Psalm. It's been a set few and I've come to expect that some but not others would.
I've also been working on a worshipful environment that allows us to take chances. That we don't have to be perfect in what we do in order to worship and praise God. Sometimes even saying that we're going to try something that is a little out of our comfort zone - and asking people to remember that what we're doing is about God - not about how we perform. (Although I do also talk about not giving crap to God - but trying our best).
Yesterday I got tears in my eyes as one of my older adults - a woman who I've come to expect to be a bit stuck in her ways - decided to chant the Psalm. Her voice cracked a little - she had to start over for one of the stanzas - but it was beautiful.
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