Kathrynzj says at RevGals: "This Friday Five will post while I'm at the beach which for me is more than a vacation destination, it is a trip home. I have found it quite easy to wax nostalgic about the places I used to live (well, except for one) and have begun to wonder what it is I like about the place I'm living now? For instance I sure do love the beach, but this picture was taken about 30 minutes away from my house - not too shabby!
And so I ask you to please name five things you like about where you are living now... and as your bonus - 1 thing you don't like."
1) Bluebonnets, our state flower - these are in a front yard down the street from me
2) Wide open spaces - view from a helicopter ride, just a few miles north of our house
3) Working at a university, especially with international students. Seeing their beautiful faces every day.
4) Being CLOSE to the DFW Metroplex, but not IN it. Did you know that the DFW Airport is over 29.8 square miles (larger than the island of Manhattan?)
5) Downtown Denton, anchored by the Courthouse-on-the-Square. Lots of funky little shops and restaurants surrounding it.
Bonus: What I do not like about Denton: It's far too far away from The Beach. or from ANY beach for that matter. Tain't fittin.
Where was I on July 29, 1974? That was the date of the ordination of the first women to the priesthood in the Episcopal Church.
I'm not quite sure. It was a Monday in the summer between my third and fourth grade years. I might have been in Florida with my family; we went there for 2 weeks annually. If we were at home in Houston, I was likely involved in a lovely peaceful summer round of swimming at the neighborhood pool (we rode our bikes there), going to the library to get stacks of books for the Summer Reading Club, and playing with my friend Cathy, who lived 2 streets over. I am quite certain that I did not hear this news when it happened. My family was never one to discuss current events and especially not controversial ones. I doubt my father woud have been supportive; I'm pretty sure my mother was, whether she said so or not. She was the first female layreader in our parish, and she'd had to fight for that. I was the first female acolyte (after a similar fight on her part).
The thing that I am almost sure of about that summer is that it's right about that time that I "played Communion." Again, I'm sure that I had no idea that any women had been ordained...that was never discussed in the church of my childhood. The 1928 prayerbook, which we used at that time, gives the rubrics for what The Priest shall do during the services, and The Priest is referred to as "he, him, his." There is no question. However, I had no thought that I could NOT have Communion. I was me. I was God's person.
I remember asking my mother if we could do it, and she said, yes, she thought it'd be fine, as long as we were serious about it and didn't treat it in a silly way. (Go, Mom!!!) Cathy was spending the night and I set up a little altar on a night table in my parents' bedroom...made "communion wafers" by cutting out little circles from smashed white bread...poured grape juice into a wine glass (I knew better than to ask for wine!) and we did it. You can see here the order of service we used. It is LONG. But we did it all.
Cathy was a little girl who did most anything I suggested, and so that night I administered the Eucharist to her with these words:
¶ And when the priest delivereth the Bread, he shall say,
THE Body of our Lord Jesus Christ, which was given for thee, preserve thy body and soul unto everlasting life. Take and eat this in remembrance that Christ died for thee, and feed on him in thy heart by faith, with thanksgiving.
¶ And the Minister who delivereth the Cup shall say,
THE Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, which was shed for thee, preserve thy body and soul unto everlasting life. Drink this in remembrance that Christ’s Blood was shed for thee, and be thankful.
What my little Roman Catholic friend thought about this, I cannot say. We didn't talk about it afterward, and I doubt she said anything to her parents. But I have never forgotten it. And now, for the first time, at age 45, I am now in a parish with a female priest on staff. I love it.
Thanks be for the Philadephia 11, and for those with the courage to move ahead prophetically in their ordination. For their first congregations, for those who supported them. And for the possibilities of change.
The Philadelphia 11 July 29, 1974
On July 29, 1974 eleven women broke the barrier so long in place against the ordination of women to the priesthood of the Anglican Church when they were "irregularly" ordained to the priesthood in Philadelphia. These women are often referred to as the "Philadelphia 11."
Although there was no specific canon that specifically prohibited ordaining women to the priesthood, the canons required a recommendation from the standing committee. Many were upset because these women did have such a recommendation. While others were ready for change and ventured into new territory for the Episcopal Church.
On August 15, 1974, the House of Bishops, called to an emergency meeting, denounced the ordinations and declared them invalid. Charges were filed against the bishops who ordained the women and attempts were made to prevent the women from serving their priestly ministries.
In September 1976, the General Convention of the Episcopal Church approved the ordination of women to the priesthood and episcopate.
Philadelphia 11: Merrill Bittner Alison Cheek Alla Bozarth (Campell) Emily C Hewitt Carter Heyward Suzanne R. Hiatt (deceased 2002) Marie Moorefield Jeanette Piccard (deceased 1981) Betty Bone Schiess Katrina Welles Swanson (deceased 2006) Nancy Hatch Witting
Ordaining Bishops: Daniel Corrigan Robert L DeWitt Edward R Welles Assisting: Antonio Ramos
I love listening to the Pray-as-you-go daily podcasts. Sometimes I listen with less attention, sometimes with more. Today's offering (July 28) had me riveted. Pray for me as I consider what he kingdom of God might look like in my life.
I commend to you this great ministry of Jesuit Media Initiatives in Britain. Be sure to click on the Retreats and Spirituality tab, which offers numerous dreaming opportunities (retreat houses in Wales!) plus other wonderful online resources.
From global economic meltdown to health care crisis, from terrorism to nuclear proliferation, the present age is marked by a pervasive sense of threat and insecurity. This cultural landscape tempts Christians to embrace a self-protective ethic of safety at the expense of faithful discipleship. In this course we will look at ways to counter this idolatry of security and to embrace an ethic of risk that manifests itself in hospitality, peacemaking, and generosity.
I am one of your more "glass-half-full" types of people...but as you know if you have met me, my husband is the opposite. That's putting it mildly. In addition to any input he or his TV friends may give me (from which I mostly excuse myself), I have a pervasive feeling lately that we are all going to hell in the proverbial handbasket.
So when I saw this class announced, I knew it was for me.
At RevGals, Songbird says, Since I've been in the midst of a discernment process, I've done a lot of reflecting on how we make decisions. But don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to reveal a dark story about a poor decision, or a self-flagellating story about an embarrassing one. Let's keep it simple and go with five word pairs. Tell us which word in the pair appeals to you most, and after you've done all five, give us the reason why for one of them.
Here they are:
1) Cake or Pie 2) Train or Airplane 3) Mac or PC 4) Univocal or Equivocal 5) Peter or Paul
Try not to pull on the big cat's tail when you answer.
Nice one, Songbird!!
1) Cake or Pie: Cake, if a moist cake. Like Texas Sheet Cake, AKA RevGals Grace Cake, for which the recipe is here. 2) Train or Airplane: Trains in Europe (only place I've ever used them), airplanes otherwise 3) Mac or PC: PC...because that's what I have. I haven't used Macs for over 25 years. 4) Univocal or Equivocal: Equivocal...most definitely! :) 5) Peter or Paul: Oh, so much prefer Peter! Because, as my friend Robin said, "Please! FP over TJ!"
A candle of the Lord is the soul of man, but the soul can become a holocaust, a fury, a rage. The only cure is to discover that, over and above the anonymous stillness in the world, there is a Name and a waiting. Many people suffer from a fear of the self. They do not feel at home in their own selves. The inner life is a place of dereliction, a no-man's-land, inconsolate, weird. The self has become a place from which to flee.
I found on my beach trip that, even though I could communicate with my daily world via Facebook, twitter, etc.... I took long stretches of time to just sit and listen.
There are some little girls who live inside me, representing different parts of me. I posted a picture to FB, "At the coast with the girls." They were talking to me; I wrote some of it down. Here's the picture. We liked it there.
I knit this as a bit of free knitting on BE1. As I listened to the remendously honest, sometimes raw sharing that went on, amazed at the freedom I was feeling in the room, I knit the stories and tears into this. Now it hangs on the back of my chair at work, reminding me that my RevGals have my back. The colors in the original are ever so much brighter and lusher than what I am able to capture here. Imagine the Caribbean Sea and sky...
Running a little late with this meditation: I was travelling on the actual birthday and have been trying to get back into the swing of things since then.
"Meanwhile, please use the comments to share a favorite memory or thought from the past five years, or leave a link if you blog about it..." said Songbird on Monday.
As some others have written, I was in on that first conversation at St. Cass's place about t-shirts...at the very, very, very end. I'd actually been lurking on the conversation for a few weeks (?), having got there via ReverendMommy. I think I'd Googled "women in ministry" and that's how I found her and a few other folks, and watched the start of the conversation.
Now, why was I googling "women in ministry"? I work at a (public) university and always have! I guess because it's been an abiding interest of mine. I'm a woman in lay ministry, descended from generations of laity who "ran their churches." I happen to believe, from those early examples, that the minister/priest/pastor does NOT run a congregation, and that indeed without the conviction and leadership of the lay person, the church is nothing.
Funny, that, because I DO come from a tradition in which the priest must consecrate the elements for Eucharist. Also there are sacraments which include a priest (but take place between God and the person: baptizee; couple marrying, etc.)
BUT, despite what I saw at the altar (always men BTW), I was the little girl playing Communion when I had sleepovers, and I was always the officiant. Not that I wanted to be the priest...I've never wanted that...but somehow I had a feeling that I wanted to be close to God in that way, and that God was just fine with it.
So. I digress. Finding RevGals and watching the energy of the community as it developed, and the joy that the members took in connecting with one another...the sense that we all desired deeper communication about what it means to be God's person within a church structure, and particularly as women...that just clicked for me.
I've never felt less than fully included, and I am grateful for that. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to serve a group that supports women in ministry...a passion of mine all my life...and mostly I am grateful to have made these amazing friends.
I think for someone just coming in, it may seem daunting: we have history, we have jokes, we've had our troubles and shared tragedies and joys. But we welcome you. We want to hear about your life and your process and your questions. Commenting on the group blog posts, and also commenting on other members' blogs, are the way to get to know people. It's a bit like going into a new church setting...you just have to show up until you are known. I think and hope this group is good at being welcoming...as we all hope our churches are! :)
Being a RevGalBlogPal has meant the world to me. I am grateful!!
I've been at the beach for a few utterly healing days...back to work tomorrow. Glad to be here with my sweetie and my dogs, and with full computer access! If we are FB friends you may have seen some of my photos. There'll be more coming.
Looking forward to catching up. Besos...
This was sunrise this very morning...see the blue heron in the foreground.
The St Teresa Cam was our very first beach web cam. A view of the pristine wooded beaches of St. Teresa is shown from our offices. The pine forest goes right down to the water's edge. St Teresa is a very beautiful residential beach community in the middle of the National forest on St James Island. Protected by the Dog Island Reef and Alligator Point, we enjoy calm shallow waters and really good fishing!
I find this excruciatingly funny. Drink no liquids while reading. You are warned.
I find my new trackball mouse a challenge. Partly because in my current desk, the mouse place is lower than the keyboard. The good news: I'm getting a new desk, which will accommodate both my ergonomic keyboard AND the mouse at the same level. Here it is:
But it will be bigger than that. :) This will be my last day at work until next Tuesday...headed to The Beach with Mom and Dad. While I am away, The Amazing Robert will put the desk together and put it in my office. Which means that before I leave today I must clear off the current desk so he can accomplish that.
I'm finding it strange to contemplate being away from Teh Internets completely for five days. I'll have my Blackberry, but A) it will likely not have signal, and B), even if it does, it is unsatisfactory in many ways...including, it won't let me comment on anything like blogs or FB or Twitter posts.
I'm thinking it will likely be a good thing, this silence. I have lots to think about and Teh Internets gets in my way.