Who are you?

Today has been full of images - images of Jesus, images of the church, and this from J's blog after he recently got a haircut.....

"in the eternal instant between catching our reflection in the mirror and the inevitable reconstruction of our self-image, when our index of self-knowledge is ripped from our minds and we must quickly re-write the entire opus, we are given the rare opportunity to reflect critically on ourselves and evaluate who we are. whether or not we do so is a choice we make only after the moment has passed – after we have returned to the security and warmth of our familiar self-image, often unedited and unredacted, only slightly re-indexed. even so, we return to ourselves with the knowledge that we are constructed beings, as well as with the insight that with a little more effort than simply clutching to the familiar we can reconstruct ourselves in profound ways. more often than not, however, we simply allow the opportunity to pass, brushing off the entire experience with the ritual liturgy of uncritical indifference: ‘hey, i look different. i’ll have to get used to this.’ and the congregation responds with: ‘it looks good,’ or ‘it will grow back.’ amen."

Love came down at Christmas

having both of my girls home, Lowell Wine's vast knowledge, travels and experience and his recognition of me as a "pastor," being part of 2, count 'em - 2, congregations, Martin's singing of "Mary did you know," having an office, Christmas traditions - old and new, seeing Jeff and knowing he is with Sandra and Tommy on Christmas morning, babies in the family, babies in church, the totally awesome concept of the child, brother, high priest, savior and lord who is the Son of God and God

According to Lowell:
"Women have a choice. Men don't."

"Lot's of people have knowledge, but some of them never gain wisdom."

"I had a few scary times, like when I was chased by a moose. Luckily, I could manouver around the trees of the forest better than he could."

"It was a universal worship service. I asked what I needed to do to be a part. I was told to put some rose petals into the flame. I did, and began to worship. I don't know if I was doing it right or not, but they all accepted me as part of it."

"It all started when I was about 40 years old. I thought about what my mother always said, "Lowell, you are made up of 3 parts. You are physical, mental and spiritual. You need to take care of each part in order to be a whole person...I would walk at least 20 miles a week, sometimes 15 in one day...I taught statistics, very mental...my photography was very spiritual for me."

God bless us...everyone

Rob's 50 years, Dickens of a Christmas, citrus-y smelling trees, all white decorations on Jojo and Bobby's tree, learning that messages can come together over time and we just have to be patient

and the soul felt it's worth

Friday:
Mac and Bob's veggie sandwiches, RSO and area choral groups performing O Holy Night, ballerinas in toe shoes, hundreds of people singing carols, relaxing

Saturday:
listening to Rob share, pecan waffles, children who listen, share and care, the cute little boy who told Santa he only wanted a penguin then seeing his face when he got one, remembering what it is like to be with preschool and elementary age kids, really good crab cakes, banana split ice cream

The baby comes to see the baby!

quiet time at home, time with my aunt Kathleen and cousin Tammy, roasted tomatoes, shared paths of motherhood and individuality, affirmation from one who means so much to me, coming to understand just a smidgen about God's time

Are we dancing yet?

sausage gravy, mother/father God, memories of Bill Shell at Thunder Alley, pictures on the wall, paperwork done, Sanner Kay's 56 years of life, Annika and her little pink socks, Jennifer, Mother

"You are a catalyst."

christmas sweaters and Hokie scarves - together, children's stories that actually work like I planned, Hope found in sermons, children and unscheduled meetings, creative and sharing women, chocolate chip cheese cake, promises of the yet-to-be