We went to your second class last week. I have to say, I am loving this process. The Catholic church intends for this to be a time of learning and discernment. You want to be a part of this Church. Well, you need to time to wade in its waters. I love that.
So, this week we started, literally, at the beginning. Who is God. How do we know God? How has he revealed Himself?
We talked about creation and beauty. We talked about the Bible. We talked about Covenants.
Pretty much basic, orthodox, Christian faith.
It's good to be here. and wade in these waters.
fall!
Monday, September 26, 2011
we are enjoying these Fall days, after one HOT summer. hope you are, too.
I had a ROUGH week last week in the mommy department. Sunshine has been my therapy. Here's to a better week!
from here to there
Monday, September 19, 2011
i think a lot about how we get from here to there. or from there to here. you get my drift.
I think a lot about this in regards to this new path we are on.
Over 7 years ago, I went to seminary. A presbyterian one. A place I learned very much. I went to a church in St. Louis that forever changed me. I have a deep love for that community. I literally dream about it sometimes, like encountering an old friend in a dream. I had a friend die in a plane crash when I was in college. Sometimes she visits me in dreams. I see her by the broccoli in the grocery store. I see her curly hair and try to figure out how she got there. I throw reason out the window and enjoy her presence. I don't understand it, but I welcome it. the mystery of it. her smile.
I think about Grace and Peace that way. I think, if we were THERE, would we be doing this? If we were anywhere else, would we be doing this? but this is a game one cannot play for too long, because, alas, we are not there. or anywhere else. we are here. living this life. this present life.
I don't know how to exist any other way.
And so here, in this place, we have hit dead ends. Places where our hearts were starving for spiritual food, and all we could find were crumbs. It's hard to even write those words- because I feel like this was more as a result of the condition of my own heart. I don't want to point fingers. Blame someone or something for my own malnourishment. But it is what it is, and I can nothing but move forward. Find a way. Feed myself.
But of course, I cannot feed myself from my own plate. It must come elsewhere, and so I sit at a stranger's table. It has potential to feel lonely. But they keep bringing me nourishment, and I feel full.
grateful.
I think a lot about this in regards to this new path we are on.
Over 7 years ago, I went to seminary. A presbyterian one. A place I learned very much. I went to a church in St. Louis that forever changed me. I have a deep love for that community. I literally dream about it sometimes, like encountering an old friend in a dream. I had a friend die in a plane crash when I was in college. Sometimes she visits me in dreams. I see her by the broccoli in the grocery store. I see her curly hair and try to figure out how she got there. I throw reason out the window and enjoy her presence. I don't understand it, but I welcome it. the mystery of it. her smile.
I think about Grace and Peace that way. I think, if we were THERE, would we be doing this? If we were anywhere else, would we be doing this? but this is a game one cannot play for too long, because, alas, we are not there. or anywhere else. we are here. living this life. this present life.
I don't know how to exist any other way.
And so here, in this place, we have hit dead ends. Places where our hearts were starving for spiritual food, and all we could find were crumbs. It's hard to even write those words- because I feel like this was more as a result of the condition of my own heart. I don't want to point fingers. Blame someone or something for my own malnourishment. But it is what it is, and I can nothing but move forward. Find a way. Feed myself.
But of course, I cannot feed myself from my own plate. It must come elsewhere, and so I sit at a stranger's table. It has potential to feel lonely. But they keep bringing me nourishment, and I feel full.
grateful.
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