being still in God's big world
We need to respect that some parents may want to share more information with their children than others. Especially with the 5th/6th grade students this will be the case. If the youth want more information direct them to their parents: we are not there to give the information we are there to help them see how their faith can inform their coping.
I love pintrest. For those who do not know what Pintrest is I will describe: pintrest is an online bulletin board system. Basically, you see something on the internet that you like and you “pin it” to one of your boards so you can find it later. I have several boards… most of which I use to organize craft projects I dream of creating. The flip side is: I never make the time to complete the projects that I pin. This is a theme in my life. I spend all of my time working or recovering from work which means I neglect really important and nourishing past times. That is why I am taking a page from my friend Shivaun’s book and making my New Year’s resolution to “become the person I pin.”
The person I pin is creative. The person I pin is artistic. The person I pin is balanced. The person I pin is healthy. In summary: the person I pin is AMAZING. I want to be more like her. So my New Year’s resolution… which I deliberately make to correspond with the new church year (because I am a nerd) started on Sunday.
First step towards becoming the person I pin:
This weekend after the above is closer to being a reality I am going to make and install floating wall shelves:
And my dream for after Christmas is to make a headboard for my bed like Marshall and Lily’s on How I met you mother. I found instructions online and I’ve secured an old door from my grandparents.
Stay tuned for updates or follow the creativity on Pintrest: http://pinterest.com/episcoaudrey/
I was watching a moving this weekend with one of my dear, dear friends. Her husband, my classmate, was ordained to the priesthood the night before and despite all our good intentions neither Kristin nor myself could get any work done the day after the ordination. We succumbed to our recovery needs by lying on her couch watching the final two Harry Potter movies. (Yes, that is 6 hours of Harry Potter movie goodness, don’t judge.) There is a scene towards the end of the final movie when the battle of good vs. evil comes to a climax and then, all of a sudden all of the sound is sucked out of the air and Harry is left in a room of dazzling, blinding white. All of the stress of the preceding scene vanishes in a flash as Harry is left in unearthly silence in the midst of what can only be described as a blank canvas, ready for his imagination to illustrate at will. What I thought in that moment was: “Wow, I wish I could spend Advent there.” I wish I could spend Advent inside a completely blank canvas with no sound and no distractions. I wish I could spend all of Advent alone with my prayers and watching for the Light of Christ while I paint my own prayerful preparations all around me.
Unlike waiting for a bus or waiting in a check out line, Advent is a season of waiting that invites us to do things to prepare our lives for the arrival of our Lord. We can pray. We can choose to keep our hearts open for the coming of the messiah. We can help those who may be in pain this season. We can love others deeply. We can feed the hungry and clothe the naked. We can wait, actively. Waiting in our modern day Western world is often seen as a negative thing. When we have to stand in the check out line too long we tap our feet impatiently and glare at the man who is writing a check instead of swiping his card. We look scathingly at the cashier as if to say, “hurry up and stop wasting our time.” There is the old phrase “Good things come to those who wait” but it is used to pacify people who are already frustrated with the delay in the gratification they seek. But this season of Advent proves that old adage by allowing us to celebrate the birth of our Savior with even more joy when our active waiting clears space in our hearts to fully embrace the miracle of the Christ Child. Man alive. Boy, I’m tired. I love my job. Where is my bed?
the end.
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| All Saints Pumpkin carved at this week’s youth group. |
Tonight I got to officiate at our All Saints’ Day service of choral evensong. I was very anxious. I’ve never officiated at evensong and I’ve only attended evensong a few times in my life. But rather than going into all of the preparation, I will simply focus on tonight.
Tonight I was moved to tears by the beauty of our choir’s singing and by the sheer thought of what it is I am called to do. I feel so very small so much of the time and when I stop to consider the magnitude of what my hands are called to do I am in awe. My hands will be called upon to bless and sanctify, to hold and comfort, to bury and to wed, to baptize and to feed. My hands alone are far too small and weak to do any of those things. And that is what moves me to tears.
The realization of my total and complete dependence on God and the blessing that I feel knowing that God will support me in the midst of all of this and even in those things of which I cannot yet conceive gives me joy which passes all understanding. A joy that results in tears from emotions so large my heart cannot contain them all.
I am in awe: this is my job.
The calling to teach is one that carries great responsibility… and the potential for eternal impact. Here at Epiphany the calling to teach Sunday school or to lead youth group is the calling to help our children build a foundation of faith and to dare them to believe that they are loved unconditionally by God. The goal of Christian Formation is not to indoctrinate the learner, but to share the vital aspects of our faith in preparation for a season, or perhaps even a lifetime, of searching for truth. If we are able to share wisdom AND LOVE with our children and youth they will be better prepared to explore the world with a Trinitarian foundation. And what is a Trinitarian foundation? It is the rock solid conviction of our faith that God is, at heart, in a relationship of acceptance and love forever. We are all called to take our part in this eternal Trinity of acceptance and love, through the power of Christ. Living in the trinity is not just our future, through faith and the church, it can be our present.
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| My ordination stole made by my grandma’s amazing friend. These crosses hide on the bottom, inside, corner. |
Part of any assistant rectors job description is “…and other duties as assigned.” This can mean any number of things. I’ve decided it will be fun to blog some of the most interesting “assignments.” So here I give you the first in the series:
Last week the sexton and I wrestled a HUGE sleeper sofa to the basement from the second floor to put in the new middle school youth room. It didn’t fit. A second large, old sofa remained on the second floor because it also wasn’t going to fit. Today our amazing junior warden borrowed a terrifying trailer (open platform trailer with broken wood slat floor -I really can’t describe how awesomely jimmy-rigged this trailer was) and came to help me haul them away.
So, Ellen and I went to the basement to haul the sleeper sofa up and out. Well, we got the couch onto the first flight of stairs -barely- and then we were stuck. We couldn’t get it to the landing but we didn’t want to lose any ground. Just then we heard a male voice and enlisted a lovely parishioner who found himself in the wrong place at the right *for us* time to help get it the rest of the way out. Ellen looked like Atlas as we loaded the sucker onto a dolly and Das and I grabbed the edges and Ellen crouched below the monstrosity and dragged the dolly forward. We hauled the second sofa (much lighter, but equally grungy and awkward) from the second floor and put it upside down on top of the first. Like a large, rickety game of Tetris. We tied them down and headed to the dump.
At the dump I directed as Ellen backed the car and trailer up to the concrete “pit” to heave the couches in the far beyond (aka trash compactor.) Well, getting the couches off meant that one of us needed to teeter on the edge of the pit as we muscled them out. I am pleased to report that I did not push Ellen into the pit in the process.
I wish I could show you pictures. Alas, my hands were a little busy.
PS All of this was accomplished while wearing a white skirt, mary janes, and a collar.
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