Monday, July 31, 2006

Is there a Walk-a-Thon or Something?

I am having a serious problem with the latest flare-up of an illness that has been stalking me my entire life. It is related to TBS (Tired Butt Syndrome) but this particular strain is known as Mush for Brains.

Symptoms include:
* Strong desire to place head on any object and shut eyes.
* Inability to complete any task without checking email/blogs/chat multiple times
* Loss of sermon mojo
* Lack of discipline to complete anything constructive even when given time to explicity do so

These symptoms can occur at any time but I seem to be especially susceptible to them during extreme weather patterns, when other people are away on vacations and I am not, or particularly on days that end in 'y'.

I have attempted to self-medicate with alternating both cold and hot coffee into the affected area and numerous diet cokes. Prescribed medication includes diet and exercise and I have seriously thought about both but I am concerned about the side effects... loose fitting clothing, severe sugar deficiency, and sweating when there is no game to be won or lost being chief among them.

Also, I am concerned about getting my sermon mojo back through a prescription because of the embarrassment that will be caused if I cannot get my laptop down after more than four hours.

With all of this in mind I am hereby:
1) Admitting I have a problem.
2) Believing in a higher power that can help me (hopefully this higher power is the same One I am currently working for)
3) Asking for help and agreeing to exer...
4) Hey, Songbird posted!
5) I should write a post.
6) It's so hot.
7) Where IS everybody..
8) Okay now where was I?
9) zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Just a Few Random Hot Saturday Thoughts...

* I am tired of Mr. Noodle. It always takes him three chances to get the answer to the question right. No wonder Dorothy always wants to ask someone else.

* While I am on the subject the guy who plays Mr. Noodle died in 2003. Why are we watching Elmo's World from 2003? Is this how far behind giving to PBS and Sesame Street is?

* All that said I LOVE the almost hour of lap/snuggle time I get thanks to Sesame Street. It is on at 7 so it is a perfect way to wind down from the day.

* TDH has been gone on a mission trip since early last Sunday morning. Yesterday we got the message that they were coming home a day early. There was not one soul in this house (adult, child, dog, cat) who wasn't happy about that news.

* After 10 years of marriage I have no illusions about what kind of reunion we will have after one of us has been gone for a time. TDH has to get everything put away and in order before he can relax. He is also an introvert and after a trip like this mentally exhausted. I kind of resign myself to stay out of his way.

* Still the hug I received last night was very nice... albeit stinky.

* The most romantic thing of all is that right now he - and NOT me - is changing a nasty, diaper-rashed bottom. I think I am falling in love all over again.

* TBS is dangerous. Just when you think you can turn off the tv they have a fun movie on and I leave it playing in the background. Right now it is O Brother Where Art Thou?

* The Boy and I had a pretty good week together. It was fun (mostly) to spend some concentrated time with him. What an amazing little guy he is to which he would respond, "Nooooo"- his latest and greatest word.

* Good week, but if you need me tomorrow you should probably check my office. There is A LOT of catching up to do.

* The movie is done and so is the post. Have a good Saturday.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: Hot, Hot, Hot Edition

Many areas of the United States are having a heat wave. Global warming, anyone? Look on the bright side of melting glaciers and enviro-destruction by taking a crack at the Friday Five:

1. What's the high temperature today where you are?
Eighty - ass hot - seven degrees.

2. Favorite way(s) to beat the heat.
Beach. Sit with feet in kiddie pool while child plays. Beach. Ice cold drinks. Air-conditioned naps.

3. "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." Evaluate this statement.
No shit, Sherlock. Although I have been to Arizona in the summer and that dry heat will kill you too.

4. Discuss one or more of the following: sauna, hot tub, sweat lodge, warm-stone massage.
Eh on all of them. I do not like to be hot. It gives me a headache.

5. Hottest you've ever been in your life
It was the worst (non-tragic) day of my life. Middle of the summer, triple digits and humid. Family was in town but I was not taking vacation, just trying to work around their schedule. An older member of the congregation died. Her son and d-i-l had voted against my call at the church and he and his wife left the church membership when I arrived (it was a woman thing). They certainly didn't want me doing the funeral (post for another day- his parents loved me. I have found that a lot, the WWII generation is great to me, it is their sons and daughters who raise a stink about everything.)

I tried to work the funeral date to not land on the day my family was going to a big amusement park. They used this opening to call another pastor and get him on board to do the funeral. If this happened today I would call that pastor and tell him to call the family and let them know that I could do it and therefore he would not be doing it. But I didn't know him at the time, he was a former interim, and I was trying to play the 'I don't need to be a jerk about this' card.

Turned out he was a pompous, arrogant, manipulating windbag who made my day with him a living hell... and the temperature reflected that accurately. I will sum up by answering the question at hand: It was SO HOT that at one point during the service as I sat in the unairconditioned Sanctuary and listened to this windbag walk around with a microphone as if he was Phil Donahue and talk about God only knows what - certainly not the woman who died - I moved my arm and a STREAM of sweat dribbled down my wrist and fingers and onto the floor. It even made a noise - that is how much there was.

Non-temperature related bonus: In your opinion... who's hot?
I am grumpy (in case you couldn't tell from the tone so far) so I am going to skip the obligatory 'my husband' answer with a roll of the eyes towards those who wrote that and say:
George Clooney - Handsome Hot
Nick Lachey - Boy Toy Hot
Brad Pitt - Specific Movie Hot (A River Runs Through It)
Will Smith - Committed Family Man Hot
Robert Redford - Old Man Hot

Thursday, July 27, 2006


Thank you Netflix for Season 1 of The Vicar of Dibley.


A Tale of Two (Pairs of) Shoes

One is a clog the other a cleet;
For what reason would two such souls meet?

On the surface there's not much in common;
Inside though there's God, family and bloggin'.

Some might say there's no way we'd have fun,
To them I must say, "You watch your tongue!"

We had so much fun, we hung out like gals;
What a great way to meet - Thanks Revgalblogpals!

Monday, July 24, 2006

Is this really happening?

Songbird is only a few hours away.

When she first contacted me about a visit I warned her that the gist of me she may have gotten from my blog is pretty close to reality. I am not good around the house and would not exactly be Martha Stewart's first choice for Hostess of the Year.... or even her 1500th... okay millionth. However, since I warned her that there would be no 'girly' things here like homemade ginger iced tea or crepes this is what I have done:

Grocery shopping
Pedicure (I would have done this with her but I only had childcare available this morning and I did NOT want to be known as the revgalblogpal with the nasty feet)
Made the bed, laid out towels
Baked a cake (sh, don't tell her; it's a surprise)
Cleaned up toys and vaaccuummeed (I never know which letters are doubled in that word so I just double them all)
Cleaned the bathrooms
Cleaned the kitchen (twice)
Prepared appetizers
Chilled the wine


The only thing keeping me from totally having my tomboy card revoked is that I
a) used the above phrase, albeit abbreviated so as not to offend.
b) have a softball game and WILL NOT EVEN BE HERE WHEN SHE ARRIVES!

You heard that right... I AM the worst hostess this side of the Pacific. "Hey, thanks for driving 9 hours to see me specifically... but I gotta go." My sister and my Mom and my son and my dog will all be here to greet her and I am leaving them with the previously mentioned appetizers, cake and wine so I think they will be just fine, but still.

No Martha Stewart award for me.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Bike Ride Wrap-Up

The Bottom Line: TDH - 75 miles, will smama - 55 miles (we'll get to why 55 later) We are both relatively no worse for wear. My legs are tired, but functional. TDH left on a mission trip this morning but last I heard he was feeling ok too. We are also incredibly blessed to be able to do bike rides like that all in the name of someone we dearly love.

And now some random thoughts...

* According to my stopwatch I was on the bike for a total of 4 hours and 45 minutes. My previous high since last year's ride was 2 hours. This could be why my legs hate me.

* I understand that when choosing a route for these type of events you cannot always have the group start and end in the same place and end up with the exact mileage needed. However, please, please, please always err on the side of less mileage rather than more. I signed up for 50. I could have made 50... but when you add five more - mainly uphill - I begin to compare you in my head with Satan's minions... and not favorably.

* I was so relieved to cross the finish line I had tears in my eyes.

* Biking protocol states that when you pass someone you say 'on your left'. I heard that A LOT.

* Usually I was passed going uphill which is fine but I do have a message for the guy who passed me while going uphill and then proceeded to brake in front of me all the way the downhill: You. are. a. pussy. There is a special level of Dante's Inferno for people who keep me from enjoying a sweet downhill.

* If it were possible to set up rest stops around my house like they had set up for us on the course I would exercise on my bike a lot more often. Those volunteers rock!

* The 50 mile course and the 75 mile course intertwined meaning that the 75 milers would ride with us for awhile and then take some side trips and then their route would cut back and be a part of ours again. The good news was this meant that I got to see TDH at a couple of the rest stops (him leaving, me arriving). The bad news was that there were a few people who passed me more than once as they would go by and then take the side road, come back to the course and once again pass me. I think when you pass someone the third and fourth time you are obligated to say something encouraging like: "You're doing great" or "I like the way the red of your face matches the MS wristband" or "Your bike jersey does a really good job of holding in your flab".

* I have never been happier for an overcast day in my life.

* It looks like combined we will reach just under $1000 raised for the National MS Society. It is not too late if you still want to donate. Just click the link on the sidebar.

Thanks everybody for your contributions and prayers!

See you tomorrow Songbird!

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Bike Ride

We're home... details later. Thank you for your prayers.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Our Cause

We leave at 4:30am in order to get into town and registered before the oven that is the outdoors right now reaches 350 degrees. Please keep everyone riding in your prayers tomorrow and the ones for whom we ride in your prayers always.

Revgalblogpal Friday Five: ANNIVERSARY EDITION!!!!

WE ARE ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!!! Directly from the website:

Can you believe it has been a whole year?!?!!Last summer, in the midst of a hurricane threat to a clergywoman blogger somewhere on the Gulf Coast, a dozen or so bloggers began to realize they had become a community. That clergywoman suggested we needed a t-shirt, and in a thread that grew to more than 100 comments the RevGalBlogPals were born.

St. Casserole posed the question on July 19, and by July 21 we had refined the suggested name to connote inclusivity, opened a Cafe Press store and started a WebRing and blog page (kudos to reverend mommy.)

From the beginning our numbers included clergywomen, other women engaged in churchwork as both Christian Ed professionals and devoted volunteers, seminarians and women discerning vocations to Protestant ministry and Catholic sisterhood. We are happy to include several men among our BlogPals, too. For some of us faith is the primary focus of our blogging, while for others it is the quiet underpinning of all we do and blog. We are preachers, mothers, poets, fathers, dog-lovers, cat-bloggers, married and single. We live in the US, Canada, the U.K., Finland and Australia.

I think we could all agree that Hurricane Katrina galvanized this community. Our collective concern for St. Casserole and her family made checking in at this blog a more frequent occurence, and guided our decision to donate profits from a writing effort to Hurricane Relief. Reverend mommy suggested the book project and with help from many others we have now self-published two books,
A Light Blazes and Ordinary Time.

On a lighter note, we have achieved some modest sales at our
Cafe Press Store. There are some 80 pieces of "pulpit" merchandise out there floating around! After a discussion on the blog, we agreed to raise the prices of each item in order to generate mission money, and we designated Heifer Project as the destination. To this date we have given about $80 to Heifer, for beehives and most recently two gaggles of geese!
Thank you to
reverend mother for continuing to work on this project.

A council meeting of RevGals took place at the Festival of Homiletics in May, and so did a happy meeting between Rev Gals old and new; read about it

Many people wonder, when will there be a RevGalBlogPal gathering? In hopes of making such an event possible, your Matriarchs have engaged in applying for incorporation, the first step in becoming a 501(c)3 group able to receive grant money. Great thanks are due to
Quotidian Grace for her efforts in this area. Look for further announcements here when there is official news.

And now the Five:
1) What is your first memory of the RevGalBlogPals?
Becoming a blogger and becoming a revgalblogpal are all wrapped into one. I read Real Live Preacher and wanted to log in. It asked me for my blog name... guess I'd better make one of those! Next thing I know Reverend Mommy is inviting me into the ring and I am on board! Officially I am #44 on the list and I love the fact that I joined the same day as Pink Shoes in the Pulpit because our boys are about the same age. My first revgalblogpal commenters were Songbird and purechristianithink.

2) Have you met any of the other ring members in real life?
In a word: no. But ask me again on Monday because Songbird is coming to town! I came close to meeting Reverend Mommy but the stomach flu (my belly, not hers) got in my way.

3) Of those you haven't met, name a few you would love to know in person.
Please. There is no way I could possibly do this justice. I will say that I am close enough to reverend mother to have considered a road trip her way and I was trying to figure out when we could vacation near Songbird's way when she got to me first.

Truly, it would be a blast to meet any of these folks that I have such a fun connection with.

4) What has Ring Membership added to your life?
The finest procrastination tool around! Why? Because I can get away with it since I am at the computer and I can justify it as research since folks occasionally do post on denominational issues, religion, culture and Scripture.

Also, I am an extrovert in an introverted setting so while I am working on something I can pop around the webring and it is liking hearing the buzz of other people around me - keeps me energized.

The ring also holds me accountable to posting myself since that has been a good exercise for me and like most exercise I would probably have dropped it by now if I did not know there are some folks who check in on me once in awhile.

5) Describe a hope for the future of the WebRing.
I would like this party to actually happen! Really, I love the direction we have been going in. A potential retreat, writing projects, mission ideas. It is all good.

Truly I have been blessed.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Forced Moment of Zen

I haven't walked the dog in about 17 months. More specifically until this past Sunday I hadn't walked the dog since the morning of February 4, 2005 - the day The Boy arrived.

It is not laziness as much as logistics. We have a huge lawn (cemetary included) and he doesn't go far - or at least so we thought. We realized a few days ago that his trips might be going a bit farther than we thought and official walking may be in order (still haven't quite figured out the logistics).

If you were a part of Saturday's 11th Hour Preacher Party then you know I was up early Sunday morning finishing up a manuscript. With both boys still sleeping I took the dog for a walk. It was nice.

It was calm. It was quiet. It was still reasonably cool.

It was a good way to go into the 'day' part of the Sunday.

Monday, July 17, 2006

GRRRR: The Short Version

I am frustrated and angry? Why?

Because someone requested I be at an important township meeting and they manipulated my "I'll have to check" into a "sure, I'll be there." I found out my answer became the latter after a few emails from clergy came thanking me for agreeing to go and be 'the voice' of the clergy. Apparantly the other voices are on vacation.

I am frustrated because:
1) It is an important issue but I do not know all of the facts.
b) If I back out I look like the schmuck, not her
and also) It is too ass-hot here to go argue at a township meeting.

Believe me, this woman and I will be having a little talk very. soon.

Even More Annoyed Update (courtesy lesson included):
I think it is appropriate that when you have manipulated someone to attend a meeting because you are supposedly going away on vacation that if you then postpone that vacation so that you can be at the meeting you should then let the person know who is being forced to attend to cover for you.

I'm just saying.

Friday, July 14, 2006

RevGalBlogPal Friday Five: Pet Peeves Edition

I'm wondering about your pet peeves. Here's your chance to vent, gripe, and grumble to your heart's content. Go ahead, it's therapeutic.

1. Grammatical pet peeve
Thank you for asking this so I can finally vent - and YES, I know this is not technically grammatical BUT - I HATE it in a song when a word that ends in 't' is followed by a word that begins with 'y' and ends up sounding like 'chew' because the singer may be hot and beautiful but they did not take voice lessons... or maybe diction lessons.

It particularly makes my skin crawl during a ballad because the words are then sung slower which gives the singer ample time to jump up and down on my last nerve.

You want me to "say that you love me" not "say thachew love me."

2. Household pet peeve
Dishes in the sink. My dishes in the sink issue is mainly an extreme reaction to my pre-married, pre-dishwasher life where my dishes would sit in the sink for eons. One roommate said she decided not to disturb them because she thought maybe I was conducting a science experiment. Oops.

So like a lot of folks who used to have a problem I have now totally gone the other direction. We have a dishwasher and you don't have to rinse the plates first. Why put them in the sink? Go directly to the dishwasher.

3. Arts & Entertainment pet peeve (movie theaters, restaurants, concerts)
Theaters that do not have the sound on loud enough and people who have their kids in a movie that they most likely KNEW wouldn't hold their attention and now I have to suffer. I realize this makes me sound like I am 20 years older than I am and that I don't have a child of my own so let me 'splain.

This is 99% of the time NOT the child's fault. And I get a little less peeved if it is a matinee, but only a little. I don't care if the movie is Cars, if your three year old doesn't sit still through a movie at home, he sure as heck isn't going to do it at the theater. And if it is at night, where I have just paid $10 for a ticket and your kid is running up and down the aisles I actually can feel his/her tiny little footsteps running up and down the back of my neck. No, they are not cute. Yes, you need to leave. Hold on, I'll get the door.

4. Liturgical pet peeve
Ministers who have to read out of the book the Words of Institution for Communion and liturgists (both clergy and lay) who read the Bible in monotone: "Rejoice for he has risen.... He has risen indeed..." Really? Because I think your lack of enthusiasm just sent him back into the tomb.

5. Wild card--pet peeve that doesn't fit any of the above categories
Cell phones. We all need to take a cell phone etiquette class. Yes, even you and yes even me.

Bonus: Because all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God: What do YOU do that others might consider a pet peeve?
Well, the thing that bothers me about me is that I often pronounce 'for' as 'fer'. The thing that bothers TDH is that I constantly correct myself as I speak because I am trying to get in the habit of saying it right. I am also trying to get the 'you know' out of my language pattern which I insert instead of 'um' and 'like'.

Oh yes, also I am sure it gets annoying that I often supply my own laugh track. Is it my fault I think I am so funny? Someone has to, right?

I am sure the list goes on from there but I am going to play the grace card...

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I lo.. you

I love you.

It is easy enough to type but hard for some to say. I include myself in this. I grew up in a family that did not say this to one another. There are four of us in my family of origin and two of us are okay with this and two of us are not as okay with it. I gotta be honest with you, it is just not that important to me to hear the words from my sister or my parents.

They love me. I get it.

When I talk to my Mom on the phone we usually end with, "I'll talk to you later" or something similar. To me this means the same as, "I love you." I do not need to hear the actual words. I cannot speak for her... maybe she will comment (I know she's out there).

My sister is in the other camp. In the last few years she has started adding, "I love you" to her conversations with us on the phone. She would do it to me and I would respond with, "Ok, talk to you later." I really did not mean to be rude, it just caught me off guard while I was already in the process of hanging up the phone. I just figured she didn't get the memo that our family doesn't do that.

Recently my sister and I made yet another attempt to make our relationship a better one. I did an assessment of where the fault laid with me and what I could do about it (a truly eye-opening exercise for since I am the older sister I figured clearly she must be the one in the wrong - wink, wink). I realized that those words were important for her to hear from me so why not say them. So I do. I do not say it every phone call and there is no litmus test as to what kind of conversation I will add it to, but I do say it... and more importantly I mean it.

Recently I have added it to my phone conversations with my Dad, because it seems to be important to him too. It still kind of stuns him a bit which is kind of fun.

In the meantime I say it to my good friends very infrequently and constantly to my husband and The Boy. I know that it will be important for both of us to continue to say it to The Boy even when he is 15 and thinks we are idiots.

A friend of mine told me her husband never says it on the phone because he does not want it to become an empty ritual. This reminded me of the scene from Parenthood when Steve Martin's character said to Mary Beth Steenburgen' character, "I love you." She just nodded and said, "uh-huh."
"No... I mean I really love you."
She looked up from what she was doing and gave him a meaningful look, "I love you too."

When do you say it?
Have you changed your 'I love you' statement pattern from the one of your family of origin?
Can you ever say 'I love you' too much?

Monday, July 10, 2006

An Excerpt

I don't normally post sermons or even excerpts from sermons on my blog but the congregation seemed to enjoy this yesterday so I thought I'd throw it out there.

The first part of the sermon focused on earthly kingdom labels such as 'winner' and loser' and how faith in Christ is about the journey... not any kind of finish line. The phrase I kept repeating was this: Faith in Jesus Christ is not about winning and losing. Faith is a journey of decisions, actions and prayer. Our faithfulness in and of itself is a symbol of God’s ultimate victory.

The following was the second part which talked about how to travel on the faithful highway.

Okay, we get it. Faith is a journey not a definitive goal line. So, how do we travel the faithful road? Fortunately for us Jesus gave us – via his disciples – some rules for the journey. He sends out his disciples with three pieces of advice: 1)Travel together. 2)Trust God. 3)Travel lightly.

The good news - rules to go by. The bad news – we are not good at any of them.

Think of it as a family car ride to eternity. Rule #1: Travel together.

Okay, we are really bad at this one. Travel together? The people in that car over there are singing way too much, I am not traveling with them. Those people over there are constantly eating bread and drinking wine – that is just weird. Those people will only let men drive; I’m not traveling with them. That one has way too many kids in the car and is playing really loud, Jesus-is-my boyfriend music. I’m not going with them either.

We cannot even travel nicely together with all of the people in our own denominational car. We are like siblings in the back of the car seat poking at each other the whole trip.
“God likes me better.”
“Does not.” Does too.” “Does not.” Does too.” “Does not.” Does too.”
“Mom! She threw the Book of Order at me!”

I wonder if God ever wants to pull over the car…

A large part of our inability to travel together comes from our earthly kingdom desire to have clear winners and losers. We forget about the journey. We forget about the faith. It becomes my way… or take your own highway because this one is mine.

Rule #2: Trust God.

Well, just when you thought there could not be a harder rule than #1… we come to #2. They are linked actually. The reason why we are always trying to win and get things our way is because we do not trust God. We do not trust that God knows all and sees all and understands all and works with all for good.

Once again it is like getting into the back seat of the car as a child. You know that God is in the drivers seat and that God will get you there and yet we still continue to ask, “Are we there yet?” Then things become a lot less child-like when we start saying, “I think you should have turned there… are you sure we are going in the right direction… watch out for the stop sign…. Hey, we’re being followed by those people and I don’t want to travel with them…”

Rule #3: Travel light. Do not carry unnecessary burdens.
This is another hard rule that links to the previous rule: trust God. God gives us sleek cars for our journey and we start loading them up with family baggage and societal pressures and don’t forget your unworthiness bag – a lot of us carry that up front with us – there are bags of doubt and bags and bags and bags of stuff we think we need and when we are finally done packing up the car we look up and it has turned into a Winnebago!

So there are your rules: 1) Travel together. 2) Trust God. 3) Travel light.

I then wrapped it up from there...

Friday, July 7, 2006

RevGalBlogPal Friday Five: Short Edition

A Short meme for what was for many a shortened week:tell us about five noteworthy Short things in your life.(Be liberally imaginative.)

Short People
Tiny Stewart. How appropriate this meme brings her up because she could really use our prayers right now.

Short Hops
Hmmm, how about the short hop the ball took from the tip of my husband's glove into my nose the other night that has resulted in some light bruising and swelling (frankly, not enough. I was hoping for a couple of shiners for Sunday but no luck.) I made him kiss it to make it better in front of everybody right on the field. Hee, hee, hee.

Short Stories
God is good. The end.

Short Lists
My lists are never short.
My patience? Yes.
My attention span? Absolutely.
My lists? Wait... what was the question?

Short Stops
Derek Jeter or the man in the picture Phil Rizzuto . I never saw Scooter play but the man was the voice in the radio giving me the play-by-play of the Yankee games as I acted them out in my childhood bedroom. (Yes Mom, those dents in the dresser were from the baseball bat. Was it my fault the room was too narrow for a full swing?)

Please do not even get me STARTED on my rant about how Alex Rodriguez had the opportunity to be THE. BEST. short stop of all time and instead spit on the game of baseball by going to the Yankees. Idiot.

Thursday, July 6, 2006

Good News!

Two things are making me smile today...

1) For the first time I am going to meet another blogger - someone that I only know up to this point through the revgalblogpals - face to face. So very cool even if my husband made me explain to him twice already how I am positive she is not a kidnapper/serial killer... or even a she. (He doesn't blog much... can you tell?)

2) Our church board gave me permission to lead a group of folks from our church to a volunteer community in Mississippi where a lot of the clean up is still being done. YEAH!!! I have been itching to get down there and get my hands dirty for months and now I have permission to bring other church folks down there with me. More details to come; for now I am just pumped that the dream has become a reality.


Good News!

Two things are making me smile today...

1) For the first time I am going to meet another blogger - someone that I only know up to this point through the revgalblogpals - face to face. So very cool even if my husband made me explain to him twice already how I am positive she is not a kidnapper/serial killer... or even a she. (He doesn't blog much... can you tell?)

2) Our church board gave me permission to lead a group of folks from our church to a volunteer community in Mississippi where a lot of the clean up is still being done. YEAH!!! I have been itching to get down there and get my hands dirty for months and now I have permission to bring other church folks down there with me. More details to come; for now I am just pumped that the dream has become a reality.


Monday, July 3, 2006

A Perk of Small Church Life

I know, I know... don't worry I haven't gone soft but I thought I should appreciate the fact that someday it will not be possible to have my dog and my one and a half year old in the offices of the church while I run off a few quick copies...

I have time to post because Mr. 90th percentile in height is currently fascinated with using the door handle to open and shut the door... and the dog is safely hiding from said door.

Off to lunch!!!

Saturday, July 1, 2006

The Church Disconnect

Thought I would try those first person statements to help explain why I am for some changes in the church (like HORRORS, more flexible committees) and the ordination of homosexuals.

If I want to hang out with my friends on Sunday mornings I need to show up at the softball fields or at their house with coffee and my laptop. They are not at church.

My generation does not look down on me for the 2 Sundays a year I miss church. They are skeptical about the 50 I do go.