Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Even worse, what if the preacher knows she cannot stay home because there is worship to lead and the Word to give to hungry hearts in the pews?
When the sermon feels like stone, her heart distracted by detritus and her body not enthused about Pentecost, what does she do?
As Anna Florence Carter reminded us at the Homie Festival, preaching isn't about US.
Not about me. Preaching is about God.
But, I'm moving slowly this morning without a sense of the power of Pentecost. Nada. Nope.
I'll be at Little Church on time. I'll be asking for God's help for my ministry. I'll be there.
I'll pray on the way, as I have this morning, for God's full measure of grace to turn a rocky sermon into a pathway for my listeners. I'll pray that whatever is going on in me will not interfere with what God has in store for worship and my people.
Maybe I'll reflect on the mystery of God's call to me, the most ordinary of women, to be a part of God's Church in this place.
Whatever else is going on, I'm glad, deeply glad, that I am invited.
Friday, May 25, 2007
We got back late to the Good Hotel. By this morning, everyone flew home except me.
Homies provides great worship and powerful preachers. You should go next year.
The preaching blew me away. Worship was a mixed bag because some of us are thrilled by laptops on the Communion Table and others are not. I wish you could hear 1600 preachers singing hymns or see Lilly Lewin as she read the St. Patrick's Breastplate prayer.
I think of Merrily Watkins in the Phil Rickman books when I hear St. Pat's prayer because Merrily says it as she prepares to enter a scary place.
I'll be home with my people tonight. I am homesick. I miss my people.
Thinking of you,
*Not really quiet. I made that up.
Monday, May 21, 2007
I'll be wearing a long khaki cotton skirt with Birkies and socks. I cut the sleeves out of my RevGalBlogPals t-shirt to wear as a head dress. LD says I look like I've got a pair of whitey tighties on my head. I'm wearing a purple clerical shirt with a 5" by 5" cross on a leather string.
I hope you can recognize me.
As usual, I'm going through all my miseries over leaving my family. Oddly enough, they are so. ready. for. me. to. leave. What's with them?
Packing my Save the Whales tote,
Friday, May 18, 2007
I hope the bluejay Andy the Cat left as a love gift for me was half-dead from old age before becoming a love offering.
Even in death, the bird is beautiful.
Awed by the Creator, sad for the death,
P.S. Mr. C? Get the shovel, please. Look near the courtyard garden hose. Thanks.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Trying to lose 20 lbs. before Monday,
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Sorry for the delay in letting you know of his safe arrival. Big church meeting yesterday with all the other churches consumed yesterday. I sat through the meeting fighting sleep and listening to our Big Cheese (lovely sermon, peaceful presence) and visiting with colleagues.
I sew stuffies at Big Church meetings. Makes people wonder what I'm up to but it keeps my hands busy and, I hope, restrains my comments.
We had tough issues before us and then the pleasant task of receiving new preachers into our fold.
I'm fine and hope you are the same,
Monday, May 07, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I'm available for the senior pastor position.
I believe that I have a unique perspective to offer Riverside.
I'll be sitting by my phone,
Friday, May 04, 2007
I burst out laughing at the grocery when I saw the boxes!
Oh yeah, let me drink gallons of Diet Coke AND get my strength up!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Thank you for the beautiful card you made for me. I chewed on the ribbon. Thank you for sending a pic of yourself. I won't hiss at you much if you come to see me. I know what you look like. You are beautiful like Andy. He has black stripes just like you!
I'm doing just fine. My ortho paw ic doctor says that she'll x-ray my leg next week and "clean-up" my splint. I do my best to keep the splint clean by licking it. Can you see my pink toes sticking out of the end of the splint?
I spend hours under my turtle quilt. I think deep cat thoughts there.
I wrote a poem about my splint:
I hate my splint
It stinks. I hate it.
Don't call me Gimp!
I hate my splint!
Like it? I'm really good with poetry. Everybody says so.
Fish the Cat
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Dear Sheryl Crow,
You don't know me but I heard that you want us to use one square of toilet tissue when we go to the loo.
Thanks a bunch.
I believe you would encourage us better by following my method.* First take all the paper trash in your home (mail, cereal box paper, Kleenex) and place in a large Sun Tea Jar. Let the water warm over several days and turn the paper into mush. Do not use paper with glue until you've licked off all the glue or removed it with a knife. Compost the glue residue from boxes, etc.
Pour the water out of the Sun Tea Jar. Take the paper mush and squeeze out the water until you can roll out the mush into sheets. Let these sheets air dry with solar energy.
Next, take the empty bag from a breakfast cereal box and fill with rainwater. Empty out the water and let the bag air dry. Tear old t-shirts into 6" squares. Place the clean wax bag from the breakfast cereal and the t-shirt squares into your purse.
When nature calls you to give back to the earth in a profound and elemental way, use the t-shirt squares to freshen yourself. Place the soiled squares into the cereal bag. Put back into your purse.
When the bag is full or people notice that you are carrying a bag of soiled torn up t-shirt pieces, take out the squares and soak them in a soapy water mixture in a large glass jar. Let the sun warm the soapy water. Agitate the jar when you feel like it. After several days, add the soapy water to your compost heap. Take out the squares and dry them in the sun.
Take the mushed dry paper and write a poem about out doing Sheryl Crow.
*I made this up.