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October 2006

31 October 2006

Gettin' back in the saddle again.

So - after being away for a bit - I am back - for a bit. Wedding is in two weeks, and my life seems to have been turned upside down with to-do lists and a full schedule leading up to the big day. I am back into my office today, after being at convention this weekend. I am the gal who registers everyone and anyone to the big event, so work was nutty for a while there.

I am just going back over some long shuffled emails and ran across this one from my friend Jim. I read it over again today - and remembered why I kept it.

An apologia for struggling parishes in the Brave New World of mega-everything.

 

 

Not far away from wherever you are in Canada there is a St.  Hopeful’s Anglican Church.  On average, its Sunday  attendance ranges from 5 to 50 people.  It may have a coffee hour after Church, or a monthly potluck, and maybe a vibrant Bible Study on Thursday evenings; but St. Hopeful’s can’t pay its Diocesan Assessment or Apportionment.  The question facing many bishops and Synods is simple: Should it have a future?  My answer: Absolutely, here’s why.

 

The Incarnation

 

Whenever we are tempted to dismiss the smallness of something, we should think of the Incarnation of our Lord and Saviour – how did He come into this world?  In the same way we all do -- as a tiny, vulnerable baby; he was born of the Blessed Virgin Mary, a young woman and a first-time Mom; a “little” person by society’s standards.  And where was He born?  Yes, in a barn, but where?  In the town of Bethlehem, not in the city of Jerusalem – ‘smalltown’ was God’s preferred Way.  Why?

 

God’s charity

 

Why did God prefer ‘little’ to ‘big,’ and ‘humble’ to ‘powerful’ when He came down to this planet?  He tells us plainly through St. John: “For God so loved the world….”  Why?  Because of His perfect love – His agape; His charity - He “loved the world” wrote St.  John – not just big cities, but the backwoods and the outports.  So God’s love necessarily reaches out to the smallest and the weakest; and, as human beings who face death from the moment of our conception, that’s what we are: “Remember, O man, that dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return.”  In spite of all our big ideas, we are just people: tiny and fragile, and totally dependent on the grace and mercy of God.

 

So...  a future of sympathy?

 

No.  God did not ordain small struggling rural parishes for sympathy, but rather for mission and evangelism and for the cure, or healing, of souls.  Instead of looking on little congregations as liabilities, the Lord would have us see them as members of Christ’s Body.  In fact, from what He tells us through St.  Paul, He would have us take the greatest care of them.  “On the contrary,” wrote the apostle “the parts of the body which seem to be weaker are indispensable…God has so composed the body, giving the greater honor to the inferior part, that there may be no discord in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another.  If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honoured, all rejoice together.” (1 Corinthians 12.22, 24-26)

 

So, according to God’s design, “the little guy” and the “small parish” really matter, just as the little children did to the Lord Jesus.  Why?  Once again the answer is found in God’s grace.  Think about it: if only big parishes who can afford to “pay their way” are supported by dioceses, we begin to practice a system of works rather than grace.  This runs contrary to the Cross, and it contradicts the parable of the lost sheep.

 

In opposition, then, to society’s obsession with the “rich and famous” and with “important,self-sufficient” people, what did Jesus say?  He commanded his disciples, “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the Name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost…” (St.  Matthew 28:19).

 

But what are the building blocks of ‘all nations’?

 

You guessed it: settlements, districts, villages and small towns.  In other words, in order for us to be thorough in making disciples of all nations, we must be systematic in our approach.  At least that’s what Theodore, the Archbishop of Canterbury in the 7th century, thought.  Adapting an already existing secular system of land division, Theodore divided England up into small pieces called "dioceses,” and then subdivided these into smaller pieces called "parishes.”  These little building blocks formed a connected and orderly network for evangelism and the cure of souls.  How completely opposite this approach is to the current trends toward centralization.

 

When the Anglican Church first came to Canada, Theodore’s vision of mission was still alive and well in the hearts and minds of our early bishops and missionaries.  Local dioceses were established and were quickly divided into parishes (some included parishes that even preexisted the dioceses - urban and rural).  The mission objective was clear: every small town, every village, every outport, every city, was to be ministered to.  The economically strong were to help support the economically weak - and ideally, none were to be neglected.  The spiritual principle that lies at the heart of our ‘parish system’ of Church life must be recovered if we are serious about reaching ‘all nations’ within our dioceses.

 

So, should little St. Hopeful’s have a future?  Absolutely, for if we neglect it, or ignore it, or abandon it, we are disobeying our Lord’s command to “Go.”  And this command was not just a word, it was his very life among us in his Incarnation – it is what he did for us.

I will post later about our special guest at convention, the Rt. Rev. Steven Charlston, but will only say now - WOW. If you do not know about this man - I highly suggest learning more about him. Try here.  It's just his work profile - so I am on a hunt to learn more to. He has a podcast here. Good stuff.

How are you today?

25 October 2006

Old people are COOL

Dcon_stuffing_1 No really. They are.
Today was a mad rush around the office, getting ready for our annual diocesan convention. The people pictured here are Marie and Bill. They are the worlds greatest office angels (formerly known as volunteers). They worked and worked and worked, and we told story after story after story.

I think if I had to name the number one thing I miss about ministry in a church setting, this day would sum it up.

When I worked for the church I grew up at - Wednesday was the big day. I was Master of the Bulletins - and I had a clan of 5th graders who were my helpers. We would make copies (about 2100 bulletins and inserts normally) and dance to the rhythem of the folding machine (ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk-ca-bunk) before youth group started. We twirled and boogied in the church office - while the copy and folding machines hummed and banged.

The next morning - 9 am sharp - the Thursday ladies came. They stuffed and stapled, sometimes taped. I swear that the best church coffee and the most amazing ministry happened on those holiest of Thursdays. I was always relegated to my real office job when they came. But - they worked by the coffee - and let's just say most Thursdays back then I was pretty jacked up on caffine and sugar - if only to get a passing story.

God - you are so awesome. Thanks for the gift of memory, and for all of the days that you have blessed me with until today. Great stuff God. The good and the bad - it's all made me who I am today. And who I am is about the most blessed, thankful, crazy for you gal - this side of the river. Bless all those who will travel this weekend. Open my eyes to see what you need me to see, Lord. All this I ask in Jesus name. Amen.

23 October 2006

Monday Noontime Prayer

Gracious God, you are so awesome. Really - you are. And to think, I am made in your image. I don't feel very awesome today. But I do take comfort in knowing that you are - and that I have the DNA of some-being who is.
Lord - Today I give you thanks for keeping my head above water, for friends and loved ones who care for me on all sides. If you get a second (in human terms of course), will you go and give my friend Robert a big ol' hug? He lost his friend and companion, Mr. Magillicuddy this weekend. He was the coolest dog, really a fine fine specimen of your unconditional love in the world. It is sad that he is gone now, and I know my friend Robert could really use some love and comfort.
Oh - and Holy One - forgive me for being really bad about showing up in the pews lately. I feel like a real schmuck about it. Thanks for showing up in the color of the leaves, and in the song in my heart. Thanks for showing up when I don't. I love you, a whole lot. You are the greatest. Amen.

20 October 2006

Rev Gals Friday 5

Its that time again - whooooo hooooo - Friday. Time for the Friday 5. So - after reading the setup for this one - I tried to not look ahead - kinda like in those emails that tell you your eyes will burn out of your head and something terribly wrong will happen if you don't really just look one word or question at a time. Ok - let's have fun.

Word Association

Below you will find five words. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem or a story.

whirlwind: My current state of affairs.

foundation: Jesus, my love K, and our home together. The rest of the world could be armegeddoen, and I would know, without any doubt that I have a firm foundation of love.

lightning: greased. My first album I ever bought - the grease soundtrack. Just the other day my sweetie and I were talking that if we weren't doing a celtic themed wedding, we would do a grease wedding. Someday I'll put the liturgy and songs down and share them with you all - cause I know you are clammoring to have your wedding be a grease wedding!

den - Being from Minnesota - I heard a voice when reading this. It said in full Fargo accent "Ya shure, dat was den, diss iss now."

prey:  The thing that happens when someone is not healthy, and that person begins to look at others less strong, less able as themselves and thinks of ways to over power them, emotionally, physically, psychologically or sexually. This word brings forth memories and images - that make my heart hurt and break.

God of mercy, break me open again today. Let me hear your words and choose them over my own. Grant that I might be a bit less less bitchy, and alot more focused on what matters. Calm the whirlwind of my heart, and take this anxiety away. You are God - I am not. Amen.

19 October 2006

Oh it's funny

I have been just so swamp-ola'ed that blogging has taken a back seat for a minute, however this was too good not to pass on. I just got an email and I have not stopped giggling. What is awesome is that this is from a friend, someone I actually know. And it is real. I think I am going to revise my about page to reflect something a bit more like this. P - you are my hero. (I have changed names to initials for obvious reasons.) P turned the below description of himself in to his boss. A potential client wanted a write-up on all people who would be working on a project.

P.B.D, PE - Senior Environmental Engineer

P D, simply put, is awesome.  He is perhaps the greatest environmental engineer who has ever lived.  Sure, Suthan may have written some books and stuff, but he is not P D.  If you had a contaminated site in which gasoline traveled half a mile through coal beds and impacted residential wells, you'd want P D to do the job.  This one time there was this really nasty polluted site, and he cleaned it.  But there were other times as well, when the sites were even nastier.  He mocked them for their insignificance, but cleaned them anyway.  Pollution don't confront him.  He considers pollution a mockery of a sham. That's how awesome he is.  He's also written some stuff and has spoken at some things.  He currently leads the office football league with 6 wins.

16 October 2006

keeping it all in perspective

From my most awesome boss.

ThermometerWhen you have an "I Hate My Job" day, try this:

On your way home from work,stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson.  Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed. Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favourite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer.

Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken. Now the fun part begins.  Take out the literature and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement,
"Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested".


Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times, "I am so glad I do not work in the Thermometer quality control at Johnson & Johnson."



I love my job, I love my job.
p.s. - I am also reading All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot and am reminded every night how wonderful it is not to be a veterinarian.
 

13 October 2006

Oh so funny.

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Surfing. Found this. It's from thechurchyouknow.com, found it through stupid church people, and their link to ninjanun. Oh happy day. I needed this giggle. Enjoy by clicking here.

Friday FRIday FRIDAY!

It's that time again. I love this weeks Friday Five - so here goes.

Friday Five: Creature Comforts

Reverendmother here...
Maybe it's the arrival of crisp October, my favorite month (Mine too Reverendmorther!). Or maybe it's the fact that the divine little miss m has been sick all week (and if the baby ain't happy, ain't nobody happy). Whatever the reason, my thoughts have been turning to cozy creature comforts--those activities and spaces that just make a person feel good. And so...

1. Comfort beverage
Along with this time of year - comes apple cider. Ooooo, I just had the most wonderful glass of cider last night, so good. Other than cider, I would have to go with a Medium Light White Berry with Cherry, Moose IT!

2. Comfort chair
My comfort chair now lives with my baby sister C. It is an oversized, clawed by kittyies all to shit, pinkesh (used to be red) covered with a deep red velour chair cover, chair. I acquired it from an old friend, Uri, who now is something of a super art hot shot here in Minneapolis, running the Outsiders and Others Gallery. I think I picked it up for 40 bucks. And I know that C loves it as much as I do. Super fall inside and get lost big chair.

3. Comfort read
Illusions by Richard Bach. Again and again and again.

4. Comfort television/DVD/music
Because I have one in each category - TV: Law & Order the original (I can watch those marathons for hours!) and Six Feet Under. DVD: Frida, Billy Elliot, Saving Grace, Shawshank. And Music: Yusuf Islam (formerly known as Cat Stevens). OMGosh! A new album being released on Oct 30th! Holy kick ass.

5. Comfort companion(s)
My one true love K
My baby girl, Tigger
My family

Happy Friday everyone.

10 October 2006

I got nuthin'

Ever have one of those days? You check your blog stats, think you might have something really pithy to say, then decide there is nothing there? You reach, looking for something someone else has said, but it all seems to fall flat for you?
Really all you want to do is stop by, say hi and tell the blog world that today is just a plain ol good day? Nothing remarkable, nothing schnazzy, just hey, how are you? I am fine. Good actually.
Hi.

09 October 2006

a quote is worth a thousand words

This morning, I stumbled into work, and started the day by checking my email. With gmail, I can see others who use gmail  who are on-line at the same time as me - friends and others.

Logo1Now, it should be noted that I am one of those people who really likes it when someone personalizes their signature with a quote, maybe from some great thinker. A quote that says a little bit about the person whom I am corresponding with. I, myself, love to seek out new quotes for my email signatures. Right now the one that I have on my email signature is this:

"It's tragic that extremists co-opt the notion of God, and that hipsters and artists reject spirituality out of hand. I don't have a fixed idea of God. But I feel that it's us - the messed-up, the half-crazy, the burning, the questing - that need God. a lot more than the goody-two-shoes do." - Mike Doughty (Soul Coughing)

It says a little bit about me, through someone else's words, shines a little bit of light on who I am or who I hope to be. You may be thinking to yourself why in the heck is she blogging about such a mundane thing? Well, this morning I have seen one of the most offensive (for me) and painful quotes, ever. Not in a signature, but as a IM "slogan or status." Maybe I don't see the context. My sweetie always says there are two things that are never ever funny: Rape and the Holocaust. I am not sure if my friend was trying to be funny. Maybe not, maybe it comes from a deep well of hurt that I don't know about. Either way, it has really jarred me this morning. Here it is.

"You wish your dad was there, but more often times he was not / You can't put your arms around a dirty gangbang cumshot" -Sarah Silverman

Questions to share in the comments:   
Do you use a signature for your email or IM? If so what is it?
What does a signature say to you? What does your signature say about you?
I do not know the background on the quote from Sarah, but it sounds very painful. Tell me how this quote hits you.