We began reading the book The Real Mary by Scott McKnight. I think it will be a good book to read and discuss as a group of women. Sometimes our discussion wanders a ways from the original topic so we touched on everything from the humanity of Jesus to the Trinity. It was good to look back at the passages in Luke and Matthew and think about what the real Mary has to tell us about faith and trust. We have lots to learn from her and our challenges are not so big as hers must have been.
My challenge is to act as something of a leader. Sometimes I feel as if we go on wild goose chases. However, that must be a sign that we are free enough to ask questions – another topic we touched on – that God gave us minds that ask questions so that we should not be afraid to explore. Questions keep us from being sucked into taking another’s word as truth without understanding.
Now I am tired and tomorrow begins another busy week.
Good night all.
Well, orchestra started again for me tonight. This year the conductor mercifully chose music that was more at the beginner level. Many of the top players have moved on. Jenelle, our lead bass is teaching in Belgium for a couple of years. Another has gone away to school – flight school no less. That leaves me and one other bass player. So far she has not come to practice.
That leaves me.
Not terribly promising if you want a strong bass section.
I am not strong. Sometimes the terms he uses are like Greek to me. Who knows, maybe they are Greek. And since I have not done a lot of practicing over the summer, I pretty much sucked tonight.
Even my bass claw seems to have stiffened up and the old ring finger wants to get in on the action and should be quietly lining up with the middle finger.
It just seems such a busy year so far. I though I would maybe dispense with the Monday night lesson and see if I could keep up on my own. I guess I may need to reconsider that!
So, I return from orchestra feeling lousy – like a failure, like I will never get it right. And this is supposed to be fun. Maybe instead of a pity party I just need to use my time wisely and practice every chance I get.
Yeah, I think that is it. By the end of the year I will be better. I know.
For a non-sports fanatic, football still holds my attention, especially during the Grey Cup play offs. CBc has a story on him here.
Ronnie Lancaster was playing back when I was in school. He left his mark on Canadian football, on Saskatchewan and likely on all of us who are his peers.
Well, Randall says this last meeting with him was subdued. Not sure how to say good byes with a lot of joyful feelings. We still laughed but it is a bit hard to do that while swallowing the lump that creeps up to the back of the throat from that place just behind the sternum where it sits too often these days.
It is hard to come to the end of a really good relationship even though we have to trust that God knows what he is doing in this place. Still, it has been ten years and how do we wrap us ten years and come to some sense of closure in a couple of months. It is just hard work, this working through of saying goodbyes and starting to move into a place of new beginnings again.
I guess there can be no new beginnings unless we are willing to risk leaving a previous place of relative security. And maybe that is partly what God does to us. He has good things in store for our future. We just don’t know yet what they are going to look like – although we see some interesting ways that God is moving in our midst.
Today has been a full day. I just got back a bit ago from coffee with the group of us women who get together once a week or so to read and discuss a book – and talk. Maybe the talking is the most significant part of why we meet. This year we are going to begin with reading The Real Mary by Scott McKnight. That should bring us up to about Christmas. Sort of fitting.
We have a good time together. This year we’ll again invite other women to join us. We’ve purposefully kept the group fairly close and small so that we can learn to know and trust each other. If the group gets too big we may have to rethink the format of meeting. We need this sort of a group. This morning I was talking to the husband of one of the women and he commented that we women have a good thing going on – that he finds it hard to read scripture himself but that now his wife does and enjoys it. He was sort of lamenting the lack of this type of group for men – also being realistic and saying that the kind of sharing and support we women have is hard to do for men. And that is true. No less necessary though.
Another man in the congregation shared that he had just lost his father. Women could easily hug him and express their sympathy but the men hang back. I think they need some of this kind of support – need to learn that it is OK and good. But there are some unseen sort of barriers that keep men from being able to do this. Another fellow mentioned this, and said he thinks the men need to support each other more openly.
At least the need is becoming more evident. Maybe something will move in that sector.
For myself – it has been a full day. Preaching a sermon is good work and rewarding but it leaves me feeling as if I have done some physical work. Sort of tired and reflective and in many ways satisfied. Hard to describe. It takes some emotional energy or something and at the same time leaves me feeling good.
It also evokes some inner questions and it is a bit hard to articulate but it makes me wonder where I am going with all of this. I feel torn between pushing ahead on a course of action that I think might be right for me and holding back, being patient so that I discern the right action to take. This is a hard place to sit in – this waiting place.
Since Friday, I have been in Saskatoon for the annual Scientific Session of the College of Dental Surgeons of Saskatchewan. It was quite the gathering this year – being attended by a record number of people. I think almost 800 were registered.
Usually I don’t bother to go. I’m not big on the golfing aspect that usually takes up the half day before the scientific sessions start. And I am not big on the partying that makes up the evening activities. For the past few years the topics covered at the convention have not been of particular interest to me either and since I didn’t need the continuing ed points, I did not see much reason in going.
I am glad I went this year. Dr David Sweet spoke on Thursday. Topic was Forensic Odontology. Sort of a more realistic version of CSI, but for real. I found it fascinating. Today, I listened to a talk on the Swissair disaster and the role of dentistry in the identification of victims. Fascinating again – to me.
I think I am coming to the conclusion that there is not going to be enough length to my span of years to learn everything that I find fascinating.
Now I am back home, going over tomorrow’s talk for church. The sermon. And also reflecting on how good it was to spend overnight with my kids and grandkids in their home where I feel so comfortable.
What a lot of junk mail elections generate! I can’t say that most of it influences me to vote for the party that sends it out.
We got a flyer this week that to me appears to be full of half truths designed to distort the thinking of average Joe Citizen so that the party in power will gain their support, or keep it and increase it. The flyer shows a tattoo "Not on Your Dime" and talks about the perks given to prisoners.
Hey, everyone is against crime, right? Therefore criminals should be deprived of all privileges and punished more severely. So this government is appearing to come down hard on crime. That should gain votes for sure.
If that is what they want to say, they should come out and clearly state that. Without manipulating the reader to suppose that the proposed tattooing program in prisons is just about perks for prisoners. It was proposed as a way to cut down on the transmission of disease as well as a way of teaching safe tattooing methods for those wanting to get into this field – if they aren’t already – when they get out.
Just be honest, dear government leaders. Tell all sides of what the proposal meant. Don’t try to manipulate us into voting for you. Give us some good stuff that will improve our society. Don’t play on our fears and prejudices. We get too much of that anyway.