Tea and sympathy

October 27, 2009 at 1:12 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

I have to apologize for the dearth of posts lately. I had the plague and it just lasted forever.

First I felt like this:

detail from The persistence of memory by Dali

detail from The persistence of memory by Dali

Then I felt like this:

Detail from Guernica by Picasso

Detail from Guernica by Picasso

Then I finally got to feeling a little better, but I still wasn’t myself:

Portrait of Josette Gris by Juan Gris

Portrait of Josette Gris by Juan Gris

But now I’m better, thanks.

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Symbolism

October 25, 2009 at 2:06 pm (Uncategorized)

This is to the lady in the silver sedan with the Christian fish symbol on her bumper who nearly ran over my four year old son and me in the crosswalk yesterday.

Fish

Fish

It seems to me that if you are going to be so bold as to put something like that on your car that you have a special responsibility to act in a manner befitting your proclamation. You didn’t.

Why does it often seem like the people who are so quick to proclaim themselves Christian are the ones who act the least like it?

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Little sacrifices.

October 12, 2009 at 3:49 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m thinking about Martha today for some reason. You know, from the story where Jesus visits Mary and Martha, and Mary sits at Jesus’ feet and listens, while Martha bustles around, cleaning up and getting the meal prepared, etc. etc. Well, here, you can get the whole story from Luke:

Luke 10: 38-42

As they continued their journey he entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him. She had a sister named Mary (who) sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak. Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.” The Lord said to her in reply, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”

At first glance, poor Martha just has her priorities all wrong. There she could be, soaking up wisdom at the feet of Jesus, but she’s worried about getting the food on the table and making sure there are enough chairs. But you know, it’s probably easier to glean wisdom when you’re comfortable and well fed, not to mention the fact that those of us who are worker bees have our own ministry and our own gifts to offer. I suspect that Martha was just one of those people (and I’m one too) who is a bustler…you know the kind, the kind that has to bustle around picking up the house before bedtime, the kind that has to cook a big meal, otherwise how would you know she cares?

It is true though that sometimes the bustling gets in the way. My kids like to play this game which involves taking all of the cushions and pillows off everything, creating little houses, which they then fill with more toys than you can find in a toy store. When they start that game, it sets my teeth on edge, I mean, it physically hurts, because I can’t bear the mess.

Lucy's house

Lucy's house

And let’s say they start it at approximately ten minutes to bedtime, so I inevitably get the question, “Mommy, can you leave our houses up until tomorrow?” They have no idea what it costs me to comply…and they shouldn’t! That’s my neuroses, not theirs. I guess the trick is knowing when to bustle and when to be still…the lesson of Martha.

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Saints alive!

October 8, 2009 at 7:02 pm (Uncategorized)

The first graders dress up as saints for mass on All Saints Day, so I have to make a costume for Riley, who has chosen…St. Rose of Lima. Anyone know how to make a wimple?

Saint Rose of Lima

Saint Rose of Lima

(I pushed for Joan of Arc because of the general awesomeness of wearing armor, but I couldn’t sell my peacenik on the idea. Ah well, wait ’til Henry is in first grade).

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Grand Canyon

October 2, 2009 at 10:36 pm (Uncategorized)

Sometimes the chasm between the person that I am and the person that I want to be seems, um, daunting, to say the least.

The Grand Canyon

The Grand Canyon

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