hermionesviolin | Entries tagged with full of grace

I was sitting at my kitchen table this morning, eating my breakfast, inhaling the cool [57F at 10am] misty air coming from the open window, and loving it. I do enjoy the classic sunny days, but it's the colder weather that viscerally lifts my spirits.

I was reading Alan Jones' Reimagining Christianity and got to this part (p. 50):

Sometimes I feel like one of the old rabbis in the Hasidic tradition who told the story about the people gathering in the forest around the fire to tell the story of redemption. As time went by, they forgot the story and could no longer find the place in the forest. But they did remember that there was a story. All they could do was light a fire and tell the story that there was once a story. This isn't as gloomy as it sounds, because it is a story about the power of stories. And the rabbis knew that God loved stories.

I just about cried.

I was wandering blogrolls yesterday, and I really liked this post, which is worth reading in full but I'll post an excerpt:

In Luke 10, Jesus sends out 70 disciples into the surrounding community. I have been thinking about this story a lot, and will be preaching on it tonight. Here's where I am right now:

I think we can learn a few things about being disciples today from these 70 disciples of long ago.

First - their message wasn't "Jesus died for you," because Jesus hadn't died yet. There message was "Peace be with you" and "God is here." Maybe we shouldn't minimize the Gospel to "Jesus died for you so now what are you going to do for him" as much as just offer people peace and point out that God is all around us.

Later, I read this post (and I was reading top-down, so I had already read this one about stones [Joshua 4:1-7]).

It opens:

It took me four years to get through seminary. I've been here at Hope four years, and I've learned more here than I learned in my time in school.

For instance, I know:
that the live load capacity of the flat part of the Hope roof was designed for 50 pounds/square/foot, with a dead weight allowance of 10 psf.

My eyes starting prickling around the time I got to:

I know which hospital most of you go to.

but then I got to:

I know how to design worship for Jews, Christians, Muslims, Quakers, Lutherans, and the rest of us, and how to plan an event for liberal and conservative Christians together.

and was like, "Yeah, okay, whatever" (even though the actual text of that I'm like, Yes! Really?). But I kept reading, and:

I have learned that when you take a roof that has a live load capacity of 50 psf and a dead weight limit of 10 psf but the insulation is wet, adding 5 psf, and when the previous roof was installed the former roof wasn't removed so the dead weight the roof is carrying is actually 24 psf, and it is March and you have 40 psf of wet snow on the roof, you have a problem –
and when you have just cut the budget by 20%, and taken out a $100,000 mortgage for the new elevator, and the roofer tells you it will cost $200,000 to fix the wet, rotting and overloaded roof, and the Fire Marshall tells you to put in an addressable alarm system or else and that system costs $26,000 –
I know that if the people have hope, they will find a way through it, and when they are finding that way through and things are going fine sometimes a check will fall out of an envelope from someone who hasn't been here in 40 years that will make it all that much easier.

and somewhere in there I started crying and actually had to move away from the page for a bit 'cause I was at work.

Life was various shades of crazy today, and the list of posts i wanna make is growing, but even though i remain unemployed, i feel very "my cup runneth over" tonight.

I think one of the great values of college, particularly a liberal arts college, is discovering -- in classes and out of them -- what you're passionate about. At least, that's what *i* am finding. Discovering a passion for things, learning what drives me, what i care about doing.

"I leave you with this good news: Lent will end."

I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

I never did get an entry posted about last week’s Buffy (“Get It Done” 7.15), but i will reiterate that i really liked it, and anyone interested in the issue of the darkness at the root of the Slayer’s power should check out “Restless” (4.22) and “Buffy vs. Dracula” (5.01).

Tonight’s episode (“Storyteller” 7.16) was hysterical at times, with just enough seriousness. And lots of viewer shout-outs, both in regards to this season and references to old school. Tonght was Marnie’s first Buffy. Convenient the storytelling bringing one up to speed. :)

And because i so don’t wanna do stuff like financial aid for Oxford, i’ll probably end up posting in detail about these episodes tonight anyway.

In other news...

Tomorrow i am going to print this and find somewhere to put it on my door.

Sometimes life makes me want to cry.

Mayor John Brenner of York, however, has managed to get visitors to contribute simply by asking. He is urging that residents of York County who come into the city for its bars, restaurants, theaters, shops and events chip in exactly $3.32, roughly the cost of a McDonald's Happy Meal.

"A six-piece Chicken McNugget Happy Meal," Mayor Brenner specified recently as he sat in his office with a cardboard box full of envelopes containing checks for $3.32. If each adult county resident paid that much, he said, it would cover the city's budget gap.

-from “In Another York, the Cry Is Spare a Meal and Save the City” by Corey Kilgannon

When the power of love is greater than the love of power, then there will be true peace.

citricbaba: you are kind indeed

hermionesviolin: I try.

citricbaba: you succeed

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Entries tagged with full of grace

"then sings my soul . . ."

"Oh, Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary, pure and holy, tried and true."

"people they come together, people they fall apart... we are all made of stars..."

"I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back."

I feel cranky about a number of things, but i’m not dwelling.

Love feels like being wrapped up in soft flannel sheets.

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