So, I seem to have a serious computer malfunction. It is in computer hospital. I am hoping that the people there will be able to retrieve the essentials so I van maybe transplant the stuff that makes a computer essential to me to – well, maybe like doing a brain transplant.
Meanwhile, I have my iPod. A lifesaver for an Internet addict.
“How much do you have to hate somebody to believe that everlasting life is possible, and not tell them that?”
Apparently made by well known performer and atheist, Penn Jillette.
Protestants don’t really observe this day that marks the beginning of Lent in a very significant way. It comes and it goes largely unnoticed. It begins the season of Lent that we also let slip by mostly unnoticed due to those past efforts to distance ourselves from Catholicism. But times are changing and I think we are rethinking the reasons for that old distance and as we do so, it has narrowed from unbridgeable chasms to little cracks in the path of life that we can step over from time to time.
I am recognizing more and more my need for the celebration of seasons in my mostly unliturgical life. I am beginning to recognize that I need physical type reminders – signs of who I am and what my life needs to be about. So, in the last few years, and especially since Wednesday morning is a regular morning of prayer, I have been concious of the beginning of Lent, of Ash Wednesday. I haven’t gone so far as to dab my forehead with ashes although I think that it could have a powerful meaning for me, be a powerful reminder of my need for repentance, of my constant need for grace.
I have not ritually started “giving up” something for Lent. Last year instead, I decided to concentrate instead on some aspect of my life that needs taking up in new ways. I suppose that means giving up an old way in itself. I’m not sure just what that will be yet but I know that my life gets very busy and I tend to concentrate on my needs rather than those of anyone else around me. I need to conciously put others first and maybe that is exactly what I need to do for the next 40 days – and thereafter.
Today, in my spare moments, I have been pulling together some of the resources I’ve collected and trying to finalize the Evening Prayers we will use at the woman’s retreat. I love doing this. I have no idea if I am good at it though. That assessment is always so subjective.
I hope that the prayers I collected will be a blessing to all of us as we pray together in the quiet of the evening before we head off to bed for the night.
Of course at a women’s retreat there is no guarantee that having said Evening Prayers, we will go straight to bed. There is always visiting to do, and sometimes that goes on into the wee hours of the night.
Last night I had supper with Dave and Annette and the kids before returning home. Kieran said grace.
He announced that he wanted to say a special prayer, not the usual one. I’m not sure what the usual one is but this one was certainly not the usual. Kieran is a pretty special kid with a very creative spirit. In other words, you never know just what he is thinking up.
This prayer would be special, he said, because it was going to be about Valentines Day.
Yep, it was about Valentines Day. He must have really enjoyed the day. He went on at length about how good the day was.
I think the food on the table was just an excuse to give us a piece of his imagination. But, hey – God has to take responsibility for instilling in us that desire to be loved and our enjoyment of being loved by the people closest to us, our family. So, I think he made God smile. The words didn’t come straight out of his “God book” but they sure came from his heart. And I thanked God for the wonder of grandchildren once again.
I really am. I am sure there are some thoughts in this brain somewhere.
There is just a lot of other stuff going on around me these days. Starting to set up plans for vacation. Hope to take Kieran with us on our cruise up to Alaska. Arranging that.
Tax stuff which has to be worked on soon. Starting to gather together my stuff.
Studies. Hope to hear about midterm marks.
Tomorrow is free. It feels as if the day is a gift but it is not without its limits as far as getting things done. And I have to go by the Bison for coffee. Laura was asking where I am. Lots of other little odds and ends to tie up tomorrow too.
What I would like to do is have time to put together some thoughts I have had as I’ve been reading Joan Chittister’s book Wisdom From The Daily. Daily life for me is full of work; good work and useful work but sometimes hard to see past the humdrum steadiness of it to appreciate it as God’s gift to me and to others through me. So maybe I will get some time to sketch that out this weekend too.
Half way through day two of a three day work week. I think I will make it.
It is going to be fun having Friday off – will check out the art exhibit, have coffee, maybe take in the snow sculpture at Winter Festival.