Saturday, February 2, 2019

Mono....again?

Oh, I had great intentions of kicking off my new blogging days with a bang but somehow that plan got derailed by mono. Yes, indeed, the "kissing disease," but sadly in my case no kissing was involved. 

This is the second time in less than a year that I have had mono and, if possible, it is worse this go round.  No, I didn't get it from "kissing" I, unfortunately am infected (along with 90% of the population) with the virus that causes mono.  For most people they might realize this when they are teens or early 20s and are under stress or burning the candle at both ends but I never had it at the "normal" time.  It wasn't until last Spring that I came down with it and realized the ramifications of what have an active virus means.  I won't bore you with it, but for now just know I feel icky, achy, tired and all around b-a-d.

So, hopefully, I can get me new blogging start soon.....hopefully?


Sunday, January 20, 2019

Welcome to Michelle 2.0

I have taken quite the blogging hiatus as my life has been overwhelmed with so many other things and I had little time to devote to the blog.  Also, quite honestly, I felt a loss of direction or enthusiasm for blogging (something I am still working out.)  A lot changed...and as I am realizing...that never stops...change, I mean.  I do think I am getting better at rolling with the punches of change and have stopped hoping for some miracle to make life easier.

The good things are still good things and the bad things, well....they are still there.  The best we can do is the best we can do and that only comes with a big dose of humility, reality, acceptance and forgiveness.  So, I hope that I will find a reader or two to head back over and drop me a note every so often to let me know you are there!

Welcome to my life 2.0!



Sunday, April 1, 2018

What I wish more churches would share with young parents

There are lots of things I like about the church we attend, and I could really go on and on about what wonderful guidance I received in celebrating this year's Easter observance, but today, in the packed Easter Service my eyes were drawn to a little note that hangs in each pew.  It is for parents of young children.  Now, of course, I no long fit this demographic but I totally appreciate it because when you are the parent of a young child it can feel like they make no louder ruckus than in church!


It says:

To the Parents of Children, May We Suggest....

Relax,God put the wiggle in children; don't feel you have to suppress it in God's house. All are welcome.

Sit towards the front where it is easier for your little ones to hear and see what is going on. They tire of seeing the backs of others heads.

Quietly explain the part of of the service and actions of the pastor, ushers, choir, etc.

Sing the hymns, pray and voice the responses. Children learn liturgical behavior from copying you.

If you have to leave the service with your child, please feel free to do so, but please come back. As Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me."

Remember that the way we welcome children in the church directly affects the way they respond to the Church, to God, and to one another. Let them know that they are at home in this house of worship.


TO THE MEMBERS OF OUR CHURCH
The presence of children is a fit to the Church and they are a reminder that our congregation is growing.

Please welcome our children and give a smile of encouragement to their parents.

So, Mamas and Daddies, don't feel you are disturbing the service.....YOU are part of the service and YOU are the ministers to the next generation.  


Sunday, March 25, 2018

Palm Sunday

From: http://www.stniniansold.org.uk/

Today is the beginning of Holy Week.  I know in years past, I overlooked, or maybe was ignorant of the importance of this week.  Actually, the entire walk through Lent is important so I can prepare my heart for this week....to remember, reflect, confess....and be quiet.  In church this morning our Reverend  brought something to me in a new way....He talked about how as we went through the traditions and liturgy, there were Christians all over the world doing the very same thing.  What  a reminder of the family of God, that because of Christ, we are His children.  Even knowing the Palm cross pinned to my sweater (like the one above) was touched by the hands of a woman in a village in Africa made me feel a connection beyond my little spot on that pew.  Earthly families fall, earthly friends fail....but the family of Christ is forever.

I leave you with this post written by: Greg Goebel founder and editor at www.AnglicanPastor.com
I am not an Anglican During Holy Week
I love being an Anglican Christian. This Communion is my home, these are the people I’m called to serve with, and I’m thankful for the beauty of this tradition.But during Holy Week, I’m not an Anglican. I’m not a Baptist either. Or a Presbyterian. Or a Roman Catholic.

Maundy Thursday

On Maundy Thursday, my feet are being washed, and I’m washing feet. There is nothing particularly Anglican about this. Its what Jesus told us to do. I’m celebrating the Eucharist, during the feast of the Last Supper, the Lord’s Supper. This is the table of the Lord, not of us Anglicans in particular. I feel like Judas. Will I depart? I feel like Peter. Will I deny him? Sometimes I feel like John, and I lay my head upon his breast and rest.
And then the altar is stripped bare. What will remain? Nothing that particularly symbolizes Anglicanism. Instead, its a crown of thorns on an empty table, a symbol for the one true God for all people. With each piece removed, I feel the layers of my own soul being peeled away. And I leave in silence with the crown of thorns left, alone, in my heart.

Good Friday

On Good Friday, more than any other time of year, I’m just a Christian. I’m a sinner saved and redeemed by the blood of Jesus. I’m a disciple who is running away from the cross, and yet being pulled back to it by grace. I’m a Peter, denying Christ and needing his restoring love. I’m Pilate, condemning him. I’m the crowd jeering him. I’m Mary Magdalene, crying for him because he saved my life and delivered me.
On Good Friday, I’m lying at the foot of the cross. I’m looking up into his eyes, and witnessing the pain. I’m looking at his mother Mary, and I have to look away. How can she bear this? She isn’t just the mother of us Anglicans. She is the mother of God, and mother of the Church because she is the mother of Christ.
On Good Friday, I’m confused and wondering. I’m listening but not fully understanding. On Good Friday, I’m finally aware that I’m, after all, a human being. A fallen human being that needs to be saved. And he is saving me.
On Good Friday, I’m listening. And I hear him say “It is finished.” The sacrifices are ended. He offered himself to save us, and heal us, and to end our constant offering of our own sacrifices. Animals. Enemies. Slaves. Our own children. Time, money, talent, and more. We humans kept trying to appease the God who loves us, so he came here himself and allowed us to sacrifice him. He ended it. He saved us even when we didn’t think we needed anyone to save us.
On Good Friday I sit with that reality in a darkened church, with God’s people, gathered around the stark, empty altar of God. I wear a black cassock, which sits unusually heavy on me. I’m not focused in particular on being Anglican at that moment, I’m a desperate, confused, loved, and accepted Child of God.

Holy Saturday

On Holy Saturday I’m always torn between the routines of family life and the utter silence of all creation while Christ lies in the tomb. How can things go on as normal? Why did the earth continue to revolve and people to eat, drink, and be merry as Christ lay in the tomb, dead. Death is silent to the living. He was not moving. He was not there. When will God answer? We had hoped for more. This hope is not just an Anglican hope, it’s a human hope.
And then, at the Easter Vigil, as we shout “He is Risen,” I’m joining my voice with Christians all over the world who celebrate his resurrection.

Easter

I do love the way we Anglicans celebrate. It is beautiful! But really, we aren’t Anglicans or Baptists, Roman Catholics or Methodists. On Easter Day, we are the shocked women at the tomb, the slow-to-realize disciples, and the (temporarily) doubting Thomases who kneel and say “My Lord and My God!”. We’re people who love Jesus, and who want to walk with him and be with him and in him all of our days. We are just little children, entering the Kingdom of God.
At that moment, we who have been baptized into the One Body of Christ, are more united in our praise than at any other moment of the year.
We are just Christians, and that’s enough.


Monday, March 12, 2018

So today...


I didn't want to get out of bed to go to work...dang you, time change! But, I did.  Then I went to visit with some clients before I decided it was just too cold and wet and I didn't get paid enough to live through that special part of Hades so I high tailed it back to the office. Did I mention it was one ugly, cold day here?  It kind of snuck in the back door and has just about scared us to death. I mean my phone was beeping every 30 seconds "freeze warning!"  What did that phone think I was going to do about it?  

So, I did make it home this afternoon, baked some cookies, hung a pot rack (actually an old wine rack that I realized would make an excellent pot rack!) Fed the dogs and the man child, not necessarily in that order and managed to clean the residue of a super strong strip of carpet tape off the floor without using chemicals....WHOOT!  That might not sound like a big deal but I have been working on this sticky conception of Satan for days.  Now, I can say, I am tarred (translated to tired for  those of you who missed High Country 101 in college...I am bilingual in several languages...Hill Billy and Redneck, just to name a few!)

Of course, I need to be studying as I started a new class today...hopefully one that won't make me feel dumber.  Lots of my college classes do that....what is that about anyway?  Going back to school was suppose to empower me and make me feel all "I can conquer the worldish"...right?  So far, it makes me feel like I need a nap for the most part.  I also have another project that I have to get rolling but I don't think it is happening tonight because, well, I am too cold...yep, too cold.  I don't do well when I am cold, thus the reason I live in the South....Hello????  Someone please fix the thermostat!



Saturday, March 10, 2018

On this 4th Sunday of Lent

May we all look inward, deeper, to those uneasy parts...to prepare...