Apr. 4th, 2007

hermionesviolin: image of snow covered hill and trees with text "the snow with its whiteness" (snow)
Big clumps of white. This pleases me greatly. [And by the time I got to post this around 4:30 it had started to stick to the ground.]

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[livejournal.com profile] southernbangel posted about Fred Phelps and it being Holy Week and the struggle to live into that commandment to love everyone. The post is worth reading in full, but I want to repost this particular section:
However much I disagree with Phelps, however much I abhor his personal beliefs, I'm so glad that God's grace is so much greater than mine. I believe in a God who is just yet forgiving, compassionate and generous, and, above all, loving. Even to men like Fred Phelps.
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Tiffany (the pastor at Cambridge Welcoming) is blogging Holy Week -- each day an oremus link to the lectionary text, an excerpt from someone else's writing, and a prayer. Today's post is worth reposting in full:
Isaiah 50: 4-9

The following is an excerpt from Practicing Resurrection by Nora Gallagher. Here she describes faith in the midst of her brother's death.

"People say their faith is tested during such times, but I am not sure I had much faith to test. I knew what I did not believe: that God was holding Kit in the palm of [God's] hand (and the whole world, etc.), or that Kit was going on to eternal life or that Kit's suffering and mine were for some greater good. Those statements seemed like so many platitudes to me or at least non of them helped me, none of them gave me a shred of solace. None of them carried any weight. This was beyond anything I I had had to endure, beyond anything I could or will imagine...One thing I knew: other people were praying for Kit and me...I could not pray myself, or at least I could not formulate words or wishes. If I sat still long enough to pray, I found the room filled with a long scream. I finally began to see I was living on other people's prayers, as if they were bread and water. Prayers were what I came to believe in; they were the glue that bound me to the living and made it possible for me to remain upright and walk."

Prayer of the Day

Merciful Holy One, in days of sorrow and affliction bear us up through the love of others. Shelter us in a community of grace and compassion. Grant us comfort, solace and rest in the arms of our friends that we might know your deep and abiding presence with us reflected in the eyes and words and embraces of each other. Amen.
[In the lectionary I was particularly struck by the opening sentence: "The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word." Though of course I have learned, and come to some peace with the fact, that often there are no words and what is required is presence. "What I Learned from My Mother" by Julia Kasdorf]
hermionesviolin: (hard at work)
At 5:34 I was the first FA (except for Alyssa, who works 8-4 and none of whose faculty are teaching NEG) to leave.  Amusingly, I wasn't even working on NEG stuff.  (I am v. glad Prof.B. has a Nicole.  He had me working on incorporating changes from two different versions of a document for a company he consults for; he needed a final version of said document tonight.)

I went down to say bye to Katie and ended up hanging around chatting for a bit.  It wasn't until it was about ten of six and I was leaving with MaryAlice (who by that point was just waiting to avoid peak rush hour traffic) that I remembered I actually had somewhere to be at 6.  I should have remembered this, of course, because if I didn't I would have had my gym bag with me.  Was just Bible Study, which is eating until 6:30/7, so I wasn't worried and still stopped on the way to picked up the new Buffy comic.  (Haven't finished yet.  Do not spoil me.)

MaryAlice had been bemoaning the weather, and I was saying I like the cold and the snow, and also the rain (though admittedly not often cold rain), so when we parted ways she stopped herself from saying, "I hope you stay dry," and instead said, "I hope you find the weather is to your liking."  ♥

The story of my day:
At 1:42, people seemed to be leaving the (12-1:30) TGM and I was pleasantly surprised.  Oops, turned out to be just a 20-second break.  3:18 people started dispersing for real.  I'd been allowing for each to run a half hour later in my scheduling of Prof.B's calendar, but I may need to rethink this as Nicole thinks this will continue to happen.

First day of teaching tomorrow.  Ready set go.


Edit: Got an e-mail from my mom.  Those of you who remember Mr. P. from NHS and will be around N'wood the afternoon of (Sunday) May 6, e-mail me for details if you haven't already heard.  [Is it just me or does that sound like cryptic notice of a funeral?  Is totally not.]

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