great moments at the office #4328967
Actual phone conversation at St. C's this week:
Caller: "Is (insert name of former Rector here) available?"
Office Administrator: "I'm sorry, he's retired, can I help you?"
Caller: No, I'll call back later."
We must be operating with different meanings of the word "retired."
it's in the small things
If you've heard any of the story of my journey through the ordination process, you know that one of the significant pieces was working through my parents' opposition to the ordination of women--me being willing to risk losing their love over it (yes, it was that serious) and then, the three of us as a family working to put the pieces back together again. My parents chose not to come to either of my ordinations and we had some testy moments through the years.
Things have changed slowly since Husband and I got married, but something happened Saturday--a small thing, but really quite remarkable. Dad called and we chatted about vacation (blame Blogger for lack of photos, BTW), and then he asked if he could see a picture of the church. I thought he meant Husband's church, but then he said he wanted to see photos of both our churches.
It was a tiny moment, and I missed it at the time. It wasn't until I was setting the table for the 10:30 Eucharist on Sunday that the impact registered. A soloist was singing "In This Very Room," a song perhaps familiar to some of you--"quite enough love for all of us. . . "and the connection between that and the bread of life passages and the whole thing hit home.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow , indeed.
same as it ever was
So I returned from vacation planning to post photos and the like. . .reflections on taking a Sabbath. . .how refreshing to be away from it all. . .
I returned, of course, to a dying parishioner and funeral planning.
And was told during the 8:00 service yesterday that we had no water.
(it's back on).
Whew!
We're back!
In the past two weeks, Husband and I have driven across major portions of Kansas, Colorado, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and back on I-40 through Amarillo and Oklahoma.
One minor adventure: the tire blowout outside Albuquerque Tuesday evening. So we ended up staying in Albuquerque instead of reaching Tucumcari as we originally planned. So yesterday we drove 548 miles to get home.
Photos to come!
