That's what I always want to add to the end of the message that's been on the sign in front of Somerville Community Baptist recently -- "May 2009 Be Your Best Year!"
Anyway, visit with the bff...
I met Ari at Davis T Wednesday morning, and she graciously put up with my request to stop and pick up groceries -- even though it was cold and snowing and I took us the long way. (We were already at the College Ave. exit, so I figured we'd just walk up to the rotary and then over to the FoodMaster ... forgetting what a hassle that rotary is, and how much added walking there was since we didn't go up Holland St.) I was gonna swing by on my way to pick her up from the T, but I had an email from Laurel to respond to.
The woman who bagged our groceries said, "Have a happy new year -- and a safe one, girls." Ari joked about this in the parking lot afterward, as our only plans for the day were going to church. I said, "Of course; we're going to get drunk on the Communion wine and then drive home." (When I had bumped into MikeF at the library the other day, I had said that my best friend would be in town on New Year's Eve Day and staying through to the next morning. He made some admonition about staying safe, which implied something about drinking and/or driving, and I said that we were planning to just hang out in my apartment.)
She agreed and said, "And then go out clubbing and have sex with dangerous men."
We are so awesome that while we were hanging out in my room, like every time one of us went to the bathroom the other would check email. Hey, we've talked on the phone almost every evening for umpteen months, we kind of didn't have a lot to say to each other. Though we are still clearly rather attached, as she called Thursday while waiting for her commuter rail home to debrief about her afternoon. (It had been a whole four and a half hours since I'd seen her.)
I won't bore you with the mundane details of our 26 hours together, but I did want to note that I called you
Megan, mjules, and Jules in the space of about 5 minutes, not even really consciously.
Ari's facebook Status (posted earlier in the evening) said, "is celebrating the new year with her best friend in Boston by hanging out and talking church." Appropriately, we were actually literally talking church as the clock clicked over to 12:00. (Last year she had been writing request drabbles, wanting to ring in the new year doing something she loves best. This year, she said, she was doing something else she loved best :) )
While waiting at Park Street on New Year's Day morning, Ari commented on the Samaritans
billboard, asking if they did that (meaning, the rainbow) on purpose. She saw the rainbow and thought, "Oh, something gay," and then saw what it was and thought, "Oh, a gay helpline," and then read further and thought, "Oh. I wonder if that was on purpose."
Our pipes broke -- but only the ones related to the washing machines in the basement; we could still wash dishes and flush the toilet and stuff. But since both my housemate and I are going away this weekend (leaving tomorrow), we kind of wanted to get to do laundry. She had already done one load, and she said she'd drop me at a laundromat on her way out that evening -- but they actually got fixed before she headed out. (Our landlady lives upstairs, which helps us get stuff taken care of quickly.)
Jumping back to Wednesday:
Although it is snowing outside, we will still gather for Communion and prayer at 6:15. This evening is the crease between years, a year finished, full of joy and sorrow, and a year to come, full of hope and expectation. We will remember the year gone, and pray for the year to come. Come, if you can safely come. I'll shovel out the sidewalk on the Francesca side and light the candles.
Music for meditation will begin at 6:00 PM.
When I saw the listserv message with the "Rest and Bread" Subject line, I was worried that it was canceled, so I was glad to find it was not. There was more of a turnout than I'd expected -- Liz and Ben, Gary, Jen, Kathy, Jenny, and us.
We really were first-in, last-out. We got there about 5:35, which was a bit earlier than I would normally get there. We walked into the chapel and I said, "It feels warm in here; Laura Ruth must already be here." (The thermostat said 68F.) We helped set things up, and Laura Ruth asked if we'd be willing to be readers (Keith was away). So I intro'd the Psalm and Ari did the Sacred Text reading. (She got complimented by at least two people.)
Sacred Text: the Ecclesiastes 3 (NRSV) reading on a time for everything. [I told Laura Ruth afterward that it throws me to hear that reading in a progressive church because I hear the passage as saying that there are times when each of the things listed is good.]
Reflection: Laura Ruth talked about how we want to control things, but that's futile, and the best thing we can do is to turn our hearts to God.
Echoing the Ecclesiastes passage (which she hears as a statement of just how life is) she read from one of the readings for the Jewish New Year (which she did say was in September -- I was worried there for a bit ... though Ari commented later that in the Reflection she talked about the January 1 New Year as if it were a part of the church calendar, which, no, the church's new year already happened at the beginning of Advent) and the whole time I was thinking of "Who Shall Live" video
that Sneaker linked to
back at the Days of Awe earlier this year.
She invited us to hold our hands out, resting, cupped, and to think about, in one hand, "What could have been," and, and in the other hand, "What was not." (Both Ari and I thought, but did not say, "But those are the same thing.") She said that then she would invite us to think about "What happened this year" and "What we hope for next year." After outlining this, she said something about "these two things," which in retrospect I think she must have meant these two sets
of things, but at the time Ari and I thought, "But that's 4 things -- or 3, really."
She said we were going to do this instead of our usual prayer format. I don't like changing the prayer format. I had prayer requests in mind, and they did not easily translate to this new format -- especially since it is implied that one is supposed to pair them. It is bad enough that on Sunday morning the Prayers of the People are: our prayers for the world, our prayers for our community/s, our prayers for ourselves and our family/s, and our joys -- I am not good at compartmentalizing like that, but before they open the floor they go through that outline, and if I went there regularly I would get used to it enough that I would appropriately catalog my prayers in advance (like how I usually think of a Challenge and an Affirmation in advance of CAUMC small group).
For Communion we had wafers. (Apparently Laura Ruth hadn't had time to defrost the bread.) Laura Ruth actually broke one of the wafers when she got to that part in the liturgy, which, um, good, but it is really weird to hear Jesus breaking bread and see this little white wafer being snapped. We also said "This is the Bread of Life. This is the Cup of Salvation," and I realized the next day that this felt weird because we usually say, "This is the Bread of Life. This is the Cup of the New Covenant."
Ari commented later that there was a responsive not in the bulletin -- "the gifts of God for the people of God" / "Thanks be to God." I said I thought that was because Laura Ruth had tweaked the liturgy because there was a part where it said "the gifts of God" or something and I kept saying "Thanks be to God" and catching myself because that wasn't actually a moment where the congregation was supposed to respond. But yeah, it's an intuitive response to me now, but it should be printed in the bulletin because it wouldn't be an intuitive response to all comers.
Ari and I also talked about how at the beginning of Communion we do the unison Sanctus from the bulletin and then when we get to the Thanksgiving at the end everyone's put down their bulletins and forgotten that there's another bolded part and so there's this nice intro that ends
with "printed in your bulletin" and perhaps the intro should be rearranged so it begins
with mentioning that there's a unison bit in the bulletin.
We're back to doing "Abide With Me" as the Closing Hymn. I was expecting a Christmas hymn (for we are in Christmastide), but I was actually pleased because "Abide With Me" is one of the things I would sing to myself while waiting at the train station and it was irking me that I couldn't remember all of the second verse accurately.
Laura Ruth did the announcements and a Blessing/Benediction and said something about "until you come back here on Sunday" before closing with the traditional "Now go in peace, to love and serve God," and I assured Ari that we are not usually that pushy.
Speaking of directive worship [possibly I need a better shorthand term for this? but I can't think of one]
, I was glancing at Jeremy's blog on my GoogleReader, and his most recent post
talks about how (in churches, as anywhere) "the language of insiders can be inhospitable to outsiders."
One of the things I asked for for Christmas was microwavable glasses. My aunt emailed me some options and I decided on these from Williams-Sonoma
. I figured 8.5oz would be fine, but my aunt asked if I was sure since they also have 13oz, so now I'm undecided. Possibly I should go to the Williams-Sonoma store at Copley Place and see if they have them so I can look at them in meatspace and decide. Anyone have any thoughts?