Pastor2B has quite a week ahead of him. Church meetings every night, two weeks left in the semester, which means papers and tests are looming over him. I have work, Flash has daycare, and there are two birthdays this week. Laundry (BIG SIGH) is begging to be done, cooking for a new baby in the neighborhood, and our taxes too. Eggs need dying and I'd rather not exist on Pizza and Spaghettios this week. I made a to-do list that only made me stress out a little more.
And yet, this is holy week!
Easter is coming!
And there is something quite thrilling about that.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Passion
Yesterday in worship we heard John's account of the Passion of Jesus.
Passion.
Passion?
Yes, passion!
I remember thinking as a kid, what a horrible word for the march towards a gruesome and horrible death. Passion meant lots of mushy kisses to me then.
Now, my thesaurus gives me both fervor and rage. Hmmm.
Jesus rarely showed anything but gentleness. Must be fervor then, but that seems misplaced too. Fervor denotes energy and, um ...passion. I'm sure someone will patiently explain to me that the word meant something different back-when or that the passion means something else. But I will think that the only way passion can make its way into the story at all, is through God's passion, his love, for us.
Passion.
Passion?
Yes, passion!
I remember thinking as a kid, what a horrible word for the march towards a gruesome and horrible death. Passion meant lots of mushy kisses to me then.
Now, my thesaurus gives me both fervor and rage. Hmmm.
Jesus rarely showed anything but gentleness. Must be fervor then, but that seems misplaced too. Fervor denotes energy and, um ...passion. I'm sure someone will patiently explain to me that the word meant something different back-when or that the passion means something else. But I will think that the only way passion can make its way into the story at all, is through God's passion, his love, for us.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Weekend or weakened?
Here it is 4:30 and I feel like Fred Flintstone waiting for the bird to squawk so I can slide down the dinosaur and pedal my car on home! Yabba Dabba Doo!
But its going to be one of those weekends. Holy week is upon us so there will be lots of church stuff (clean-up, church school, youth group) But also swim lessons, errands and get-togethers. Yikes, taxes to finish!
By Sunday evening, I'll be happy to be coming back to the library so I can slow down a little!
Yabba Dabba Whew!
But its going to be one of those weekends. Holy week is upon us so there will be lots of church stuff (clean-up, church school, youth group) But also swim lessons, errands and get-togethers. Yikes, taxes to finish!
By Sunday evening, I'll be happy to be coming back to the library so I can slow down a little!
Yabba Dabba Whew!
Monday, April 03, 2006
Girl's Night In
One thing about seminary, or maybe children, or both...I have more true female friends here than I've ever had. Please don't say "Awww". I've had friends and I have friends, but not like this...not since high school!
Last night was a friends' birthday and after a dinner-with-everyone-in-the-world, several of us held court and had some frank Girl Talk! It was so nice to just chat like that, over a drink, whatever we wanted to say and the boys and kids were...elsewhere. We talked about doing it again next week. I hope so.
Tonight is my Bible Study night and it is similar... but it will be a little tamer than last night's group...more serious and heartfelt, sharing joys and sorrows. Tea instead of wine. Still nice though.
Last Nights group...I am the only one who will be here next year. Tonight's... 3 are leaving. Great for them, hooray for them! New adventures, yee-hah! But, I'm kinda misty about it.
Last night was a friends' birthday and after a dinner-with-everyone-in-the-world, several of us held court and had some frank Girl Talk! It was so nice to just chat like that, over a drink, whatever we wanted to say and the boys and kids were...elsewhere. We talked about doing it again next week. I hope so.
Tonight is my Bible Study night and it is similar... but it will be a little tamer than last night's group...more serious and heartfelt, sharing joys and sorrows. Tea instead of wine. Still nice though.
Last Nights group...I am the only one who will be here next year. Tonight's... 3 are leaving. Great for them, hooray for them! New adventures, yee-hah! But, I'm kinda misty about it.
April Fools... a little late
I love April Fools Day, don't you?
And I completely botched it this year because I forgot! I made a lame last minute attempt at about 9 p.m. I was taking the dogs out for a walk and walked out the door and then went back in Saying to my husband to come outside quick. And when He got there I gave him a quick April Fools kiss.
Last year, I told him it had snowed! Someone I know swapped her husband's sock drawer for his underwear drawer. An old friend has his family picture right in the middle of his wallet where he can see it. His wife swapped the photo for a picture of a sports player he dislikes. The writer of one of the blogs I read announced on April 1 that he'd converted to Scientology. A little boy I know put plastic bugs in the family shower. What a great, stupid little holiday!
And I completely botched it this year because I forgot! I made a lame last minute attempt at about 9 p.m. I was taking the dogs out for a walk and walked out the door and then went back in Saying to my husband to come outside quick. And when He got there I gave him a quick April Fools kiss.
Last year, I told him it had snowed! Someone I know swapped her husband's sock drawer for his underwear drawer. An old friend has his family picture right in the middle of his wallet where he can see it. His wife swapped the photo for a picture of a sports player he dislikes. The writer of one of the blogs I read announced on April 1 that he'd converted to Scientology. A little boy I know put plastic bugs in the family shower. What a great, stupid little holiday!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Why the New Name?
The new name reflects a new vocation. Well, its not very new I guess, my husband is in his second year of seminary. Being a pastor's wife is a calling, yes. But...its sort of a reluctant one. I grew up Catholic...you certainly don't expect to become a pastor's wife. When I met my husband, we were in college and although he was somewhat active in church, I wasn't and hadn't been for a long time. We got married in a church...but we didn't attend regularly.
Several catastrophes led us back into the fold and then suddenly we were regulars!
And elders! And in the Presbyterian Women! And then going to seminary, 700 miles away. And my whole world has changed.
Now don't misunderstand, I love my husband and I believe in God and support his church...but deep down I don't see myself as a pastor's wife. As if the librarian stereotype wasn't enough! I'm not pious or reserved. Half the time, I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing. The other half... And yet in other parts of my life I am confident, smart, funny and articulate.
So, Hipastorzwife is all about coming to terms with this calling and bringing what I am and what I am not to the job. And as Huey Lewis sang "Its hip to be square!"
Several catastrophes led us back into the fold and then suddenly we were regulars!
And elders! And in the Presbyterian Women! And then going to seminary, 700 miles away. And my whole world has changed.
Now don't misunderstand, I love my husband and I believe in God and support his church...but deep down I don't see myself as a pastor's wife. As if the librarian stereotype wasn't enough! I'm not pious or reserved. Half the time, I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing. The other half... And yet in other parts of my life I am confident, smart, funny and articulate.
So, Hipastorzwife is all about coming to terms with this calling and bringing what I am and what I am not to the job. And as Huey Lewis sang "Its hip to be square!"
Friday 5: My Mama told me...
I read the RevGalBlogPals all the time and each Friday they have a five point question that they invite all of their bloggers to contribute to. This week the topic is five things your parents repeated to you as a child.
My mom was famous for the "I'm the Mommy, You're the child" line but mostly that was directed towards my wild sister. This morning my son started calling me by my given name, because he heard his father use it and it struck me as so WRONG. And slightly sad (but I am working on very little sleep, courtesy of the whippersnapper). And I am reminded that I called my father DaddyMikell when I was small so...what goes around comes around. I hope he'll start calling me Mama again soon.
Yes...Mama not Mommy, although I get that sometimes too. I like it better even though my mother was Mommy (until she was promoted to Mom). My husband is Dad...I guess he doesn't need to be promoted. So, for me I suppose the line is "I'm the Mama, you're the child"...until I get promoted.
My mom was famous for the "I'm the Mommy, You're the child" line but mostly that was directed towards my wild sister. This morning my son started calling me by my given name, because he heard his father use it and it struck me as so WRONG. And slightly sad (but I am working on very little sleep, courtesy of the whippersnapper). And I am reminded that I called my father DaddyMikell when I was small so...what goes around comes around. I hope he'll start calling me Mama again soon.
Yes...Mama not Mommy, although I get that sometimes too. I like it better even though my mother was Mommy (until she was promoted to Mom). My husband is Dad...I guess he doesn't need to be promoted. So, for me I suppose the line is "I'm the Mama, you're the child"...until I get promoted.
TGIF
Sun? Shiny.
Temperature? Perfect.
Flowers? Blooming.
Location? Library reference desk. SIGH.
I have spent the whole afternoon wondering why we can close the branch for playing in the snow, but not for playing outside on such a gorgeous day! I know I know something about safety in the snow and impassable roads and such. What about our state of mind? Impassable boredom? But it is almost 4 p.m. I think I will make it to 5 without making a scene.
Thank you God for a beautiful day in a beautiful place where I am safe and loved!
I finished a great teen spy thrillers today, one of the Alex Rider books by Horowitz. James Bond type thriller about a teenage boy and I finished it in one sitting...at the desk... and no one said a word.
Temperature? Perfect.
Flowers? Blooming.
Location? Library reference desk. SIGH.
I have spent the whole afternoon wondering why we can close the branch for playing in the snow, but not for playing outside on such a gorgeous day! I know I know something about safety in the snow and impassable roads and such. What about our state of mind? Impassable boredom? But it is almost 4 p.m. I think I will make it to 5 without making a scene.
Thank you God for a beautiful day in a beautiful place where I am safe and loved!
I finished a great teen spy thrillers today, one of the Alex Rider books by Horowitz. James Bond type thriller about a teenage boy and I finished it in one sitting...at the desk... and no one said a word.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Quacking up!
I needed to move our stubborn two-year-old, hereby nicknamed the Flash, from the living room to his room to get him dressed so we could get going! So I scooped him up and put him on my shoulders and tromped back to the bedroom and as I went through his doorway I said "Duck!"
...and he started to quack and flap his arms.
It's a wonder I didn't crash into anything, I was laughing so hard!
The other evening during "Night-time Amens" he thanked God for cake.
I'm sure God snickered at that too.
...and he started to quack and flap his arms.
It's a wonder I didn't crash into anything, I was laughing so hard!
The other evening during "Night-time Amens" he thanked God for cake.
I'm sure God snickered at that too.
Booklady to Hipastorzwife...
This blog used to be Booklady.
And in some ways it still is. I've been using the hipastorzwife moniker in several places and it seems to be my growing identity. In that spirit, I've changed the blog and started over. I hope that those of you who read before will enjoy the new name. The content will be similar to what I wrote when I wrote before and hopefully I'll write a little more often. No! A Lot more often! I hereby resolve to write three times a week! Or More!
AS for books! My year on the Sibert Book Award committee is over! For the record The Secrets of a Civil War Submarine won. It is excellent, you should read it.
So Goodbye Children's Non-fiction, Hello Anything Else! In the first few months after it was announced I demolished several trashy romances and thrillers and got it all out of my system. So now I'm ready to read!And yet...My church book club is reading the very popular "The World is Flat" and I am reluctantly limping through it. I don't think It'll be done in time. Big Sigh!
And in some ways it still is. I've been using the hipastorzwife moniker in several places and it seems to be my growing identity. In that spirit, I've changed the blog and started over. I hope that those of you who read before will enjoy the new name. The content will be similar to what I wrote when I wrote before and hopefully I'll write a little more often. No! A Lot more often! I hereby resolve to write three times a week! Or More!
AS for books! My year on the Sibert Book Award committee is over! For the record The Secrets of a Civil War Submarine won. It is excellent, you should read it.
So Goodbye Children's Non-fiction, Hello Anything Else! In the first few months after it was announced I demolished several trashy romances and thrillers and got it all out of my system. So now I'm ready to read!And yet...My church book club is reading the very popular "The World is Flat" and I am reluctantly limping through it. I don't think It'll be done in time. Big Sigh!
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