hermionesviolin: (your mountain is waiting)
(Well, depending on what time zone you're in, you maybe have a little more time, but I believe in you.)

As people have pointed out, 2017 will likely be worse in many ways, but at least we've been warned. ("Warning: may contain fascism," I quipped tonight.)

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Email from my friend Scott:
May your 2017 be as awesome as it is Phibonacci* -- and may your whole year be prime time.**

QED,
Scott


*That is, 2017 satisfies a Fibonacci-looking identity in terms of the Euler phi Function: phi(2017) = phi(2016) + phi(2015). The last such year was 1601, and the next is 4337.

**Also, 2017 is prime.***

***And so is 20170123456789.
Addendum: My sister-in-law posted her Instagram #2016bestnine, and of course most of them relate to the baby, and thinking about this baby growing up I wonder if that would be a helpful motivator for me -- to remind myself that I want to help build a better world for hir.
hermionesviolin: image of snow covered hill and trees with text "the snow with its whiteness" (snow)
Mon. Dec. 31, 2012
Take pen in hand. Let God write you a love letter, a warning, a birth announcement.

-from Molly's Advent calendar ["Advent and Christmas 2012: Incarnation"]
I didn't leave the house today, and it is unfortunately true that snow accumulation disincentives me from biking, but seeing the snow in the driveway from the kitchen window is a nice winter thing.

At Coffee Hour on Sunday, Lisa C. mentioned missing book study, and I said Bobby had done lectio divina before Sunday morning service during Advent and we always do a Wednesday night Lenten thing, so we're unlikely to try to fit anything in between now and Lent, since that starts in late February/early March, though I didn't know offhand when exactly Lent starts this year. I looked it up while on the phone with Ari tonight and wow, Ash Wednesday is in like a month (Feb. 13).

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"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy."
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12Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never be in darkness but will have the light of life.”

13Then the Pharisees said to Jesus, “You are testifying on your own behalf; your testimony is not valid.”

14Jesus answered, “Even if I testify on my own behalf, my testimony is valid because I know where I have come from and where I am going, but you do not know where I come from or where I am going. 15You judge by human standards; I judge no one. 16Yet even if I do judge, my judgment is valid; for it is not I alone who judge, but I and the Divine Parent who sent me. 17In your law it is written that the testimony of two witnesses is valid. 18I testify on my own behalf, and the Divine Parent who sent me testifies on my behalf.”

19Then they said to Jesus, “Where is your Divine Parent?”

Jesus answered, “You know neither me nor my Divine Parent. If you knew me, you would know my Divine Parent also.”

-John 8:12-19, NRSV, alt.
RCL: December 31, Year C
John 8:12-19
I am the light
(Though The Inclusive Bible notes: "John 7:53-8:11 is not fond in most of the manuscripts.")
joy sadhana )
hermionesviolin: (light in the darkness)
Guest preacher Suzanne Woolston Bossert this morning mentioned falling in love with God, and I had a visceral response which I think would best be described as fear. The idea of God as Lover has come up a bunch recently, and it's an idea I find interesting to explore, but I think the framing of "falling in love with" God triggered memories of negative experiences with people I have been in love with -- even though of course I know that part of the point is that God will never leave us or forsake us.
So I asked a friend about it on a bad day, her husband had just
Left her, and she sat down in the chair he left behind
She said, "What is love, where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."

[Unrelatedly, I'm curious which lectionary she has that she thinks the lectionary is giving us Matthew's parable of the sheep and the goats -- though she opted to use Matthew 18:1-5 (NRSV/The Message) instead -- since that's neither Christmas 2A nor Epiphany. Ah, digging on TextWeek informs me that it's New Year, January 1. I told facebook after I got home from church: Elizabeth is apparently even more irritated by "Happy New Year" in church today (the Church's New Year was over a month ago -- Advent 1) than by all the "lose weight" New Year's Resolutions she's been seeing.]
hermionesviolin: (in a gen way i swear)
What with Scott's phone call and everything, I was still up at about quarter of midnight.  I considered staying up to officially ring in the new year, but what was I gonna do?  My housemate was out at a party and I didn't have any particular interest in watching the ball drop or anything.  I decided that heading towards sleep and praying for people I love was a much better way for me to ring in the new year.

(Sidenote: It was occurring to me earlier today that I should really say "Gregorian New Year" rather than "secular new year" since there are things like Chinese New Year, which are not religiously based but which still use a different calendar than Jan.1-Dec.31.  Gold star to FWD for awareness.)

I woke up around 9 this morning and then around 10 and finally pulled myself out of bed around 11.  After I'd taken a shower and etc., I texted Ari saying, "I'm up if you wanna chat during your layover but no worries if not."

She called me shortly thereafter: "I started vibrating as I was walking off the plane."

Clearly I still have psychic best friend powers :)

(She, in turn, called me immediately after Scott and I had hung up this evening.)

She told me the story of a voicemail her dad's friend had left him.  "Is he your best friend?  Because it makes a better story if he's your best friend -- 'My dad's best friend left him a sermon on his voicemail on Christmas.  And people wonder where Elizabeth and I get it from.'"

"Yet."

Jan. 1st, 2009 08:20 pm
hermionesviolin: (self)
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!"

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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.)

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Jumping back to Wednesday:
Dear Beloved,

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.

Laura Ruth
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.)

    Psalm 119:10-18
    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."

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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?

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