Go and Bellow
Last Sunday, I got to yell the gospel. Of course, it was due to a microphone malfunction in church, but it made for a memorable experience – and a good lead into this Sunday’s gospel reading in the lectionary.
Last Sunday, I got to yell the gospel. Of course, it was due to a microphone malfunction in church, but it made for a memorable experience – and a good lead into this Sunday’s gospel reading in the lectionary.
There were few rules and regulations when our grandchildren visited us each summer. Somehow they just knew what was expected of them and I knew what was expected of us.
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This winter, after we renovated our house, we put it on the market expecting that it would sell quickly. After a week or so, our real estate agent was disappointed. Why hasn’t it sold? we kept asking ourselves. It looked great, we were getting lots of traffic, and we thought it was well priced. We were stumped.
Ten years already. I wrote a bit about this anniversary as it loomed back in January. Now, we’re here.
Our Decennial. To be celebrated with tin
A friend was visiting my husband when he had cancer, so I felt free to run to the mall and have some time just for me. There is little time for that when you are doing round the clock care giving.
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Last week, I mentioned procrastination. And then, like any good polysyllabic word, it started cropping up everywhere. It’s been that kind of week.
Front and centre were the cheesy fish. Which started with the cookie cutter.
Blowing out all the candles on my birthday cake has become impossible task for me, so nowadays we keep it down to one large candle. Regardless of what some my say…I am not full of hot air.
Growth is in God’s hands. Thank heaven for that. If it were up to me to schedule growth, I’d procrastinate and the kids would never grow at all.
I listen to the voice on the other end of the phone. It is news I have been expecting but it is still a shock.
This morning, I got to read scripture on the BBC. The service was part of the on-going Diamond Jubilee celebrations and went out live on BBC Radio 4 long wave. I’m currently working in Scotland at Canongate Kirk, the Queen’s parish church in Edinburgh, and though I can’t say broadcasting was part of my job description, I’m glad to be let in on the fun and history marking.
“Scared-spit-less” is how I would describe how I felt when I looked over the edge of the rim I was clutching with white-knuckled fingers.
“Here I am, Lord. It is I, Lord. I have heard you calling in the night.” I don’t have enough fingers and toes to figure out how many times I sang these words at how many campfires. We’re probably talking hairs on my head at least. Goodness me, I would sing it frontwards and backwards and probably while bailing a sinking canoe blindfolded.
But the story is much harder to hear than the song.
I have always been somewhat sentimental and have kept precious things. I knew the letters were there but I did not have the courage to read them after my husband died. I felt it might hurt too much. Am I ready for this, I ask myself?
I’ve been thinking about the lectionary as a tool for a while. You might have noticed. Some weeks, I use this space to write of nothing but. Others, I may dip into the lectionary readings, but spend more time talking through the little happenings of my little family’s life, spilling them out across the table, and hoping that they fall into some sense of order that might bring clarity.
Some of you may remember that old song “There’s a blue bird on my window sill…” Last week there was one on mine…well not a blue bird but a blue jay.
The window is covered with a screen but I am sure he would have come right into the house if it hadn’t been there…he tried twice.
This post has been simmering on the back burner for a number of weeks now. Shortly after Easter, a friend described to me the experience […]
If you drive past the city limits of many Ontario towns, you will see lilac bushes. Some of them are in lovely gardens of course, […]