(Blue font in rememberance of clean water.)
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
(Blue font in rememberance of clean water.)
Saturday, February 24, 2007
My pet peeves: 1) Street-name signs at intersections that are small and hard enough to read in the daytime and almost impossible to see when it is dark out. Doesn't anybody realize that the purpose of signs is to communicate? There is no communication when the letters are small and the sign isn't near the street light.
2) People who pass me on the freeway and immediately pull over right in front of me so that I either have to slow down or tailgate. Hey, both lanes are wide open, speed up in the left lane, Ok?
I am very grateful that I can travel from one small town to another almost entirely on four lane roads. Our tax dollars at work for a good cause!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
I attended a church service today put on by "Trinity Lutheran Church" at a nursing home with my relative. I had no idea what type of Lutheran they might be, but I expected to feel the comfort of the liturgy and to pray and to worship, etc. And my expectations were well met. There was also a very good strong sermon, which was more than I expected because so many of that "congregation" were in wheelchairs, hunched over. I thought that might be simplified or shortened.
But I knew during the first sentence that I was in slightly unfamiliar territory. The service was opened in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. I think it has been probably 45 years since I've heard about the Ghost.
Oops. And he had communion set out.
But we had a confession and I, along with all the people in the wheelchairs, hunched over, participating or not, were declared to have our sins forgiven.
And so, we all were served communion. Praise God. There was no hesitation on the part of the pastor.
There was a common cup. I have even bigger reservations about that in the nursing home setting than in church, but I guess there are germs everywhere anyway. [About a month ago, a really bad virus swept through that nursing facility and through the town, so there are good reasons for the warning signs on the door about not visiting if you have any signs of sickness.]
But how ironic. The Lutheran sub-denomination that I sought to avoid was the very one that served me communion.
And my own sub-denomination, that I attended yesterday, didn't have communion for Ash Wednesday.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
BTW, there was kneeling during the confession. I can't kneel. I was fortunate that there was room for my legs and feet when the kneeler was folded down by another worshipper.
I've skipped church the Sundays I've been here in the past 8 months. That is partly due to laziness and partly due to a question of what time the Sunday services are. The churches that I could go to don't have that in the paper or phone book. Yes, I know I could call. The churches in my denomination are more than 10 miles away, so that is part of the problem. Also, I would have to attend alone.
But Ash Wednesday....I really want to attend this evening. Quite frankly, I would like to make sure that if I do go, I can take communion. What I don't know is if it is true that a person could be turned away from communion. There are two churches that are close, but I know that their denomination practices "close communion." I don't want to push this issue or go to church with some kind of emotional baggage about this.
So I have about 10 hours to decide what to do.
This makes me realize how and why people of faith can fall away from church attendance.
Friday, February 16, 2007
When I was a child, my father had some health problems and some serious surgery. Although my parents didn’t share the details of their finances with me, it was obvious that we lived from paycheck to paycheck during the good times, when we would occasionally shop at the Good Will Store. When Dad was sick, my mother’s extreme frugalness was an important asset. I remember at Christmas time, we were the recipient of the charity of a group that helps out people in need. I remember receiving a new blouse from them with mixed emotions.
That is a verb, as in “stuck between the two pieces of bread.” It is more like being chopped ham with pickle relish and mayonnaise (yuck), spread on the bread, the other piece of bread placed on top, and then the bully in the class sits on it.
Our remaining parents are age 89 and 90. We still have two kids who are “in our household” although, we are officially empty nesters.
But she does have a place to live, and she is keeping somewhat warm. I guess we are past the cold spell; it is 11.6 degrees F right now at 5:00 pm.My husband visited a church in a very small city about 2 weeks ago for the ELCA's orientation to the new hymnal. He said that church, the musicians, the organ, all were wonderful. He told me that in the fellowship hall, there were six cloth-sided booths along one wall where they have places for six homeless people every night. That sounds like a wonderful commitment to social service. But then I think about this: those people have to be "put out on the street" every day. How can that be done in this bitter weather we've been having?Aside: he picked up a copy of that church's annual report. They have a monthly mortgage payment of $15,000. I found this astonishing because I know that many churches would barely have twice that to pay an employee for a year. Clearly this congregation has people who make commitments.
I’ve been contemplating the saying that bread is the staff of life. I was thinking that this was a Biblical phrase until I looked it up, and its origin, apparently, was after the KJV was written down. What is “staff?” It is something that “upholds or sustains.” So Jesus could have said that bread was the staff of life as long as he mentioned that water is even more important.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
60 above zero:
Floridians turn on the heat.
50 above zero:
Californians shiver uncontrollably.
40 above zero:
Italian & English cars won't start.
32 above zero:
Distilled water freezes.
The water in
20 above zero:
Floridians wear coats, thermal underwear, gloves and wool hats.
15 above zero:
10 below zero:
Californians fly away to
25 below zero:
The Girl Scouts in
40 below zero:
100 below zero:
Santa Claus abandons the North Pole.
MINNESOTANS get upset because they can't start the Mini-Van.
460 below zero:
ALL atomic motion stops (absolute zero on the Kelvin scale.)
500 below zero:
Hell freezes over.