There was a time not so long ago when I didn't even think about going to church on Sunday, where church wasn't even a part of my thought process, where I could easily go my entire day on Sunday, or any other day, without a fleeting thought about church, God, or religion. Gramma was around those days. Now it seems I can't go a day without thinking about all of the aforementioned. How does one change so quickly? I just can't explain. I don't think I believe any more than I did those days, I just look for more. I've become unsatisfied with the answers and the questions and am an eager explorer. I guess this is how science comes about and new lands are discovered...eager explorers unsatisfied with the accepted truth trudge forward through adversity, mocking, treacherous conditions, and their own uncertainties. I am an explorer, though I don't believe I will make the history books. I just may rewrite my own.
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
missing my fix
I have a migraine and I didn't go to church today. So I'm laying on the couch wondering what's happening in church. First, it's the last Sunday of the month, so I missed the pick a hymn. People shout out hymns and everyone sings them for the 10 minutes before church starts. Ughhh. I really like that. Next, I missed the regular hymns. I really do go to church for the hymns, or some of them anyway. I like the singing. I wonder who the acolyte was. It is cute to see the little kids up there doing their part in the service. Did the bells play? Did the choir do an anthem with the piano? What were the readings? What was the sermon about? I missed so much. I feel like I'm back in college and was out of classes sick for a week...so much to catch up on. I missed the lessons. I'm already 30 years behind, I can't miss another week!
And I made cookies for Pastor Chuck, but not going means I didn't bring them. And I can't go to church next week. Oh how I hate headaches...the things I miss give me more headaches.
And I made cookies for Pastor Chuck, but not going means I didn't bring them. And I can't go to church next week. Oh how I hate headaches...the things I miss give me more headaches.
games
Had a great time yesterday at game night at church. We went, armed with a couple of games, to play some games with some other people. Bambi had a nice set up of snacks, which Zach especially loved! Christopher played a LEGO creator game that was really awesome with a couple of kids who live off cape (their grandmother goes to the church). I tried to get the game off ebay or amazon, but it is many years old and now sells for about $200...not in my budget! Then I finally learned how to play the Mexican Train Game, a domino game I've heard about for years, but never knew how to play. We ate some pizza and kept playing.
The thing about it is that it was really nice. Some forced time to just forget about cleaning the house or doing errands and instead play games with the kids. And to do it in the church with a nice group of people, most of whom we didn't know, added to the fun. This is one of the reasons I wanted to come to church...the community aspect of it. We had some good wholesome fun that the kids looked forward to for a week. And as much as I didn't feel like dragging myself out, I'm glad I went.
The thing about it is that it was really nice. Some forced time to just forget about cleaning the house or doing errands and instead play games with the kids. And to do it in the church with a nice group of people, most of whom we didn't know, added to the fun. This is one of the reasons I wanted to come to church...the community aspect of it. We had some good wholesome fun that the kids looked forward to for a week. And as much as I didn't feel like dragging myself out, I'm glad I went.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
dumb foot
So, my Ash Wednesday plans have been halted. I worked today and came home with a sore-for-no-apparent-reason foot. I guess my service will have to be the made-up one in my head. Ugh!
the big questions....part 1 of what I feel like is a million
So religion is called faith. It implies that there are things you just have to accept and believe despite their lack of physical presence. I get that. Well, I get that in theory anyway. I struggle so much with that though. Think of it this way...I grew up learning the 9 planets in the solar system, wrote reports, made dioramas, etc. Then, in my 30's, the big announcement is that Pluto isn't really a planet. My papers are lies, if I still had my diorama it would have to be set off balance by removing the last little planet, the cool planet, the one named after a Disney character. How sad. Now, I saw pictures, but I never actually went to Pluto, I was just supposed to believe in Pluto.
Back to God. I am supposed to believe in God. The evidence is based in magical powers (everyone knows that magic is just illusions). And the kicker for me is that when good things happen it seems that prayers have been answered, but when bad things happen it was all part of God's plan. How convenient! Reminds me of my 4 year old. When he drinks his juice up he says I did good, I finished it up all by myself. However, when he decides to dump it over (on purpose) it was an accident. We make excuses for bad and sing praises for good.
This week marked 10 years that my brother in law's 9 year old daughter died because of a brain tumor. Was that really necessary? I never had the pleasure of meeting her, but I know she touched many lives...was someone so special really done here on Earth? Did the family not pray enough? Why is she gone? In the news today, a death row inmate dies at the age of 94...been in jail for most of the past 80 years for several murders. Why was he here so much longer than Tara?
I understand the concept of faith, but all faith requires something to stand on, some basis. I am having a hard time trying to find the perch to leap from....
Back to God. I am supposed to believe in God. The evidence is based in magical powers (everyone knows that magic is just illusions). And the kicker for me is that when good things happen it seems that prayers have been answered, but when bad things happen it was all part of God's plan. How convenient! Reminds me of my 4 year old. When he drinks his juice up he says I did good, I finished it up all by myself. However, when he decides to dump it over (on purpose) it was an accident. We make excuses for bad and sing praises for good.
This week marked 10 years that my brother in law's 9 year old daughter died because of a brain tumor. Was that really necessary? I never had the pleasure of meeting her, but I know she touched many lives...was someone so special really done here on Earth? Did the family not pray enough? Why is she gone? In the news today, a death row inmate dies at the age of 94...been in jail for most of the past 80 years for several murders. Why was he here so much longer than Tara?
I understand the concept of faith, but all faith requires something to stand on, some basis. I am having a hard time trying to find the perch to leap from....
Ash Wednesday
So tomorrow (today really) is Ash Wednesday. I'm not really sure what that is, but I'm going to an extra church service tomorrow evening and I will try to come home with a greater understanding. Here is what I know so far...
-It has to do with the saying ashes to ashes and dust to dust...something like we came from ashes and return to such (humbling maybe?)
-A reminder of the fact that Jesus died on the cross
-Someone puts ashes on your forehead typically...(symbolic of the ashes to ashes thing, a remembrance that Jesus died on the cross for us, and to let others know you are Christian and proud of it.)
-The beginning of Lent (something to do with giving up something for 40 days...when exactly does it end, Easter?)
That's about it. So here goes Ash Wednesday...I'll let you know what I learned.
-It has to do with the saying ashes to ashes and dust to dust...something like we came from ashes and return to such (humbling maybe?)
-A reminder of the fact that Jesus died on the cross
-Someone puts ashes on your forehead typically...(symbolic of the ashes to ashes thing, a remembrance that Jesus died on the cross for us, and to let others know you are Christian and proud of it.)
-The beginning of Lent (something to do with giving up something for 40 days...when exactly does it end, Easter?)
That's about it. So here goes Ash Wednesday...I'll let you know what I learned.
Monday, February 15, 2010
home
home. home sweet home. home is where the heart is. or so they say...
What is home? I suppose it can be many things. The cape is my home. My house is my home. Home is the place where everybody knows your name.
My grandmother passed away on October 2nd, 2009. She was the last of my grandparents to go, so I guess, being in my 30's I should be lucky I had her that long. Sometimes I do feel that way, but sometimes I just can't get there. She was more than Gramma to me, although I can't tell you exactly what that means, I just know there isn't a word big enough to hold the place she has in my heart.
I saw her often, called even more, helped when I could. I don't have that guilt many get when they know they missed out. But I am missing out and have been for over 4 months. So I guess that is why I started to blog. Because I started a journey...a journey to her and a journey to the pumpkins.
No, she didn't have a special affinity for pumpkins, just for a certain little pumpkin field on a hill in front of a little white church. And it wasn't the pumpkins, it was the keepers and sellers of the pumpkins and all they stood for. She was a member of the church on the hill that sold the pumpkins every year. She was a member in a full sense, a proud sense, and a loving sense.
The church was her family, well her other family, equally large and loving. After her passing I went to her house a few times...just doesn't seem right without her in it...seemed more lonely knowing she wouldn't walk through the door with the groceries or come down the hall with the curlers in her hair. I went to church once though, just to sit in her pew, be with her friends, and take it in. I found comfort within that church on the hill, and so I've gone back. I hold her hymnal (I'm just borrowing) and listen for the sound of the cough drop opening, I smile at the choir and delight in the little acolytes. I am not her, but I feel her within me, like I almost am her, as I sit there. (She would never giggle with my sister in the middle of the service however!)
So this is my journey to the pumpkins, to find and understand God. I certainly need all the help I can get with this one!
What is home? I suppose it can be many things. The cape is my home. My house is my home. Home is the place where everybody knows your name.
My grandmother passed away on October 2nd, 2009. She was the last of my grandparents to go, so I guess, being in my 30's I should be lucky I had her that long. Sometimes I do feel that way, but sometimes I just can't get there. She was more than Gramma to me, although I can't tell you exactly what that means, I just know there isn't a word big enough to hold the place she has in my heart.
I saw her often, called even more, helped when I could. I don't have that guilt many get when they know they missed out. But I am missing out and have been for over 4 months. So I guess that is why I started to blog. Because I started a journey...a journey to her and a journey to the pumpkins.
No, she didn't have a special affinity for pumpkins, just for a certain little pumpkin field on a hill in front of a little white church. And it wasn't the pumpkins, it was the keepers and sellers of the pumpkins and all they stood for. She was a member of the church on the hill that sold the pumpkins every year. She was a member in a full sense, a proud sense, and a loving sense.
The church was her family, well her other family, equally large and loving. After her passing I went to her house a few times...just doesn't seem right without her in it...seemed more lonely knowing she wouldn't walk through the door with the groceries or come down the hall with the curlers in her hair. I went to church once though, just to sit in her pew, be with her friends, and take it in. I found comfort within that church on the hill, and so I've gone back. I hold her hymnal (I'm just borrowing) and listen for the sound of the cough drop opening, I smile at the choir and delight in the little acolytes. I am not her, but I feel her within me, like I almost am her, as I sit there. (She would never giggle with my sister in the middle of the service however!)
So this is my journey to the pumpkins, to find and understand God. I certainly need all the help I can get with this one!
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