So I’m trying to cut weight because the CG demands that I make a certain weight. I’ll get to it, but this weekend sucks. I lost 6 pounds between yesterday morning and this morning. Let’s see how much I lose by tomorrow. But cutting out carbs and sodium is giving me a bad headache. Just have to live with it. I finished reading Queer Theology today, that was interesting. I might buy it, just so I can have it on hand. I wonder how much it costs? We had a church activity today. Of course someone made spaghetti on a day when I can’t eat any carbs. I had a little bit, it was good. Of course it was. When I couldn’t eat any. It’s amazing how much flavor salt adds to food. Unsalted meat is pretty terrible, to be honest. Hmm…interesting to think how much of the world eats unseasoned meat, if they are able to eat meat at all. Even locally. Yeah, Queer Theology was a good book. Made me think about things in a different way. I do not agree with all of it, partly because it is rooted in a Trinitarian belief, but I think many of the things in the book are very relevant and accurate. I should get a PhD in Queer Theology…sort of kidding there, those don’t exactly exist. OK, sleep time. Peace be with you.
Long day today. Good meeting with MofP. Ready for bed. Peace be with you.
First day really getting back into homework today. Feels odd having been away from that for a while. Ugh, I still have some posts that I need to write. Maybe I can get to one of them tomorrow at some point in time. I still have to write a paper for History of Christianity, but that shouldn’t take too long. Still have to weigh-in as well. Yuck. I’m sitting in my inferno room right now, trying to lose weight. See how that goes. This will just have to suck a lot for the next couple days, I think. I still haven’t been able to read Mark all the way through. Yet another thing to add to the list. But this week I’m in a Coast Guard school…something for the very basics of Search and Rescue planning. I’m not thrilled. It’s an OK school I guess. A bunch of local guys in the class. So that’s cool. I’m ready for school to be over for the summer. I really feel like this year has been exhausting. Peace be with you.
Long day today. Drove from NC to NY. That’s rough. Talked about a few things on the ride. This weekend was tough. Yeah…I’m spent. Peace be with you.
Here is this week’s video for the Third Sunday of Easter. The Gospel reading is Luke 24: 36-48. Enjoy. Peace be with you all.
Damn, this really sucks. I’ve been home four times in the last two years and two of those trips have been emergency trips for funerals. Such is life, I suppose. This really sucks. There were probably some muffled gasps when I dared cuss across the pulpit. That’s OK, that was the first phrase that came to my mind when I heard the news, so that’s how I decided to lead this off. Oh, and I’m not wearing a black suit…the nerve. We’re all gathered here today to celebrate the life of Betty Jones. And by all accounts, it was a pretty good one. Did she go to Heaven? Well, some would say so. Some might say that she’s in paradise where Jesus said he’d see the thief on the cross after the crucifixion. I’m pretty sure she hasn’t become an Angel yet, though. I tend to think she’s sitting next to that thief, and a lot of other people, in paradise drinking some sweet tea. She used to always have sweet tea at the house. With enough sugar in it for the spoon to stand up in the cup. That’s how she always made it. Grandma’s sweet tea, I’ll always remember that stuff. I remember we used to play tennis, go to the pool, and do who knows what else that I can’t remember. I can remember a couple stories that I’ve heard over the years…humourous now, but maybe not so much at the time for those involved. I remember one of the kids saying she’d gotten a fair bit angry and decided to spank him with the broom. Somehow the handle broke…it’s said that he was told to go to the corner store to get another one. Another story is when a different kid didn’t want to go to church one day…she wanted to go see the Coastal Connection play music. That story has a humorous ending as well. But who is this person we’re all gathered around to celebrate?
Well, she was born a couple years ago, October 8, 1928, to be precise. Well, we think precise…apparently there might be a discrepancy with her birthdate, her driver’s license said October 11 for the longest time. Who knows the cause for the error. She said that she never knew her birth mother because her mother died 28 days after her birth. Sad story. I don’t have a great amount of details about her life from birth until marriage. But I know that on May 25, 1947 she got married to dear old Julius Nicholson Jones…you know, I had a random thought on the drive down from New York on Thursday (yeah, that’s right, in spite of my voice, I currently live in New York City)…who in here watches the TV show Mad Men? I totally think they patterned Don Draper off of our dear relative. The birth dates would be fairly close, wearing suits, combing over the hair…and other things. Totally ‘grandpappy’ as some called him. But they had five kids, which is now 11 grandkids, 18 great-grandkids, and 7 great-great grandkids. Please, nobody take your shoes off to verify my math. If I got those numbers wrong, I’m sorry about that. It can get confusing counting that many generations. If I left you out, then I’m sorry for that. She lived through the Great Depression, World War II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the upheavals of the 1960’s, Civil Rights, the Cold War. She saw the Berlin Wall go up, then be torn down. She saw men walk on the moon. She lived through the administrations of fifteen Presidents. She grew up in North Carolina during a time when businesses had signs that read “for Whites only” and she died in a time when a black man is the President. Through all these times, the one thing that she didn’t put down, even in her later years when she was no longer able to go to church physically, was her Bible.
She used to sit down with at least some of us grandkids and read various Bible stories to us. I know Julia posted that she used to tell us the story about the armor of God from Ephesians 6:10-20. No, I’m not going to read the whole passage. But it’s various ways that God protects all of us. I remember at one time she bought me some toy set of armor and I wore it around as the armour of God. I remember that she took me to Summer Bible School at the church for a number of years. She was always really involved in the couple churches that I remember her attending. I remember she used to pray quite a bit…some people might find this funnier than others, but I heard a joke once that mothers pray so often to keep from breaking broom handles across the backsides of their kids…I guess considering the number of days that she lived with kids in the house, the fact that she only cracked one broom handle would indicate that this is a pretty successful method. But we know that she loved family and she died spending the night with a family member. She had faith in God and that kept her strong through some of the troubles of late. She outlived two of her children, which can’t be easy. She lived the last 9 and a half years without her husband. We read in the Epistle to the Hebrews, a passage she probably read countless times “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” I think it was that faith that kept her strong. She strongly believed that the various people she’d meet people again in heaven because they’d been baptized into the church however many years ago. Even though some of these folks she was outliving had not seen the inside of a church in 40 years, her faith that their baptism was old was all they needed kept her strong. She believed in that passage in Romans that reads “for I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels not principalities nor powers, nor things preset nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” It was that faith right there that comforted her while she was outliving friends and family members. It’s that faith that can comfort us right now as we mourn. Someday, we can be together again.
Now is the time for us to be here and celebrate together. She knew it was her time and I think she’d hate for us to be sad and carrying on. We read in the Gospel according to Luke that “A huge crowd of people followed, along with women weeping and carrying on. At one point Jesus turned to the women and said, ‘Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t cry for me.’” (My seminary teachers would be annoyed with me for using that passage because I’m using it totally out of context) Don’t cry for me, Jesus said. Don’t cry for Betty Jones, I say. In some of the last conversations that I had with her, she talked about how she was ready to go. She was ready to go be with those already departed, ready to see those gates, ready to go to Heaven. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit” she was saying. Let’s celebrate the life she lived. This really sucks, but we can get past it and have a smile.
I tried to craft a pectoral cross out of some wood today. That was a major fail. I think I could do it, but I need to have a good set up of tools. My post for tomorrow is done, it will be up sometime middle of the day tomorrow. Haven’t quite decided when to post it. I ate a clam bake from T&W Oyster Bar for dinner. It was good, but it really made me wish we were back in Alabama where I could go to the grocery store and get boiled crawfish, shrimp, potatoes, and all kinds of stuff for pretty cheap. That was top notch. That’s something that I really miss from Alabama. I might get me a shrimp burger tomorrow, have to see how that goes. I’m digging my new haircut. Really tight on the sides, long on the top. Have to find out how to style it tomorrow. The lady at the barber shop was really good. She used the straight razor, but she has a new-age razor with the disposable blade. Sadness. I’m still debating if I want to go to the double edge safety razor or the straight razor. I suspect I’ll try the double edge first, then go to the straight razor after a while. Well, let’s see how tomorrow goes. Peace be with you.
So, I’m in North Carolina. That wasn’t the intent this morning. But such is life. I reckon I’ll explain it in detail in a few days. Blog post #5 in the queue. Don’t blame God for the situations, folks. God didn’t cause this, nor could God have prevented it. It’s just life. And don’t ask “why” either. It’s just life. Life happens. We adjust to the new normal. Peace be with you all,
So, technically it’s the 16th right now, but I haven’t been to sleep yet, so I’ll call it the 15th. I usually figure the next day really doesn’t start until I wake up, so as long as I’m still awake, it’s whatever date it was when I woke up. Anyway…I’m thinking about shaving with a straight razor. But I’m probably going to start with a Safety Razor. Manly. Like Don Draper. Friend asked me why the changes and stuff. I’m not sure really. I don’t have a reason, I don’t think. I know I read somewhere that safety razors give a closer shave with less irritation, so that started me on this path. But now I’ll have to wake up earlier in order to shave. Bristled brushes, shave cream bowls, and stuff. Oh well, maybe I can handle that. Not staying up until 2am I can’t, but I should probably change that. I’m ready to be done with this weight cut that I have to do. I should be better overall about eating and stuff. I still haven’t sat down to read Mark. I still haven’t sat down to write the three blog posts I wanted to write from earlier this week. Ugh. I should really do that. And now I have an idea for another one. Got some pretty good information today about Chaplaincy. This is starting to look better. Hopefully it all works out. Peace be with you.
Totally forgot to write this yesterday. I’m starting to slack with my journaling in April. I need to be better about doing this. But then again, I had a mid term due yesterday then I had the chance to do a bit of counseling. I had a great meeting with Rick at the Ministry of Presence Institute tonight. Virtual meeting. We talked about a lot of things relating to chaplaincy and how we can move forward in the program immediately and also into some other things going into the future. It was a really productive evening. I thought about playing golf tomorrow, but that’s not going to happen, just too much stuff to catch up on. Hopefully I can finish much of my homework for this week tomorrow. That would make the rest of the week a lot easier. I have a short meeting on Thursday, well, not too short, 2 hours, in the city with another volunteer organization that will hopefully allow me to get more ministry contact. It’s really difficult getting significant amounts of ministry contact without much denominational support. I kind of hate to air that out online, but such is life. It’s difficult seeing my peers in school working as pastors in congregations, doing the work of ministry every day, and I feel like I have an iron ball around my ankle. Also, sometime this week I want to do something that I heard on Mark Goodacre’s blog and read the entire Gospel of Mark in a single sitting. According to him it should take about an hour to do that. Maybe that’s correct. I’ve never tried to do anything quite like that. On that same note, someone, Billy Graham maybe, said that he used to read a Proverb and 5 Psalms every day. So he’d get through the each entire book every month. I seem to remember him saying that Psalms taught him how to have a relationship with God and Proverbs taught him how to have a relationship with other people. Seems like a good idea…though I am self aware enough to know that I don’t have that level of commitment just yet. I need to get back to a few other things on the blog that I’ve stopped doing lately. Posting my reflections from Formation and Integration, posting running journals…my half marathon is in a month, I’m way behind on my prep. Ugh. I haven’t come close to running that distance. I think the most I did was 7 miles just before the 10k. Sigh. I might try to run 8 miles this Sunday, but that’s rather inconvenient because I work. That’s a long ways and time to be gone after dark. And I can’t really go that far during the work day, even if we have two hour breaks. Oh well, I’ll find a way to make it happen. I need to keep running this month. I still have to lose weight. OK, enough writing. Peace be with you.