Joys and Concerns

I’m an agnostic in the Merriam-Webster dictionary definition sense, “one who holds the view that any ultimate reality (as God) is unknown and probably unknowable” – a state that can otherwise be known as “hedging my bets.” I actually, probably lean more towards atheist, but I do like knowing about other religions and I do think there is a lot of comfort and good that come out of them. (And a lot of really bad too, but we won’t even go *there* for today.)

However, I like going to church because: (a) I like singing, especially with choirs, and there are some hymns that are just so gorgeous and heavenly in melodies and harmonies that you can be SO transcendently moved. Soothing the savage breast and all that; and (b) there is just a whole community of (somewhat) like-minded people who are there to care and support each other, working together all for the purpose of what I call (probably very blasphemously) “putting on the show.”

The church I go to is one of the more hippie, liberal Protestant denominations, pretty close to Unitarian as you can get. Not a lot of decorations and doodads, communion is open to whoever wants bread and grape juice that day, and usual Sunday attire runs more along the lines of jeans/khakis/shorts/sandals – both guys and gals. Even before our pastor left, we had lots of “lay” participation and people in the congregation take turns running parts of the service and teaching Sunday school to the kids. We have a very energetic choir director, so we always have a (relatively) large amount of people in the choir, and on an off Sunday, the choir members look like they outnumber the people in the pews. On a good Sunday, we might have 45 people in the pews, on a summer Sunday we might have 15-20. We have lots of little kids in the congregation, most of whom are under the age of 8, so during the service before the kids get to go downstairs for Sunday school, there is always chaos of little ones running around and playing with toys. (Ours is not a “sit-down-and-shut-up” church for kids.)

Why am I writing this? I’m not sure, but I’m going with it. It seems to be the story I want to share at the moment . . .

Anyway, there is always part of the service, after the weekly sermon, called “Joys and Concerns.” This is when people can share any of their own joys or problems that they’ve been having during the past week with the rest of the congregation. It can be as innocuous as “My anniversary was this week!” all the way up to people talking about recurrences of cancer, job losses, sicknesses and deaths of family and friends, and heavy-duty personal struggles. The pastor writes all of these things down and mentions them during the closing prayers.

It is always amazing how much people feel comfortable sharing with everyone during these times – just letting a lot of raw emotion come out that has been stored up all week, trying to be brave. It is hard to describe. Sometimes it is very draining, but there is a wonderful, healing things that happens, when everyone’s heart goes out to the person talking, and the person feels like s/he is not alone in bearing his/her burden.

However, for me, there always seems to be a downside to all of the sharing – one that makes me feel . . . well, left out and apart . . .

You see, hearing about everyone else’s problems, makes my problems and issues seem *not very important.* Having money troubles? Well, somebody couldn’t sell their old house fast enough, was stuck paying two mortgages for a long time and is horribly in debt. Angst about paying for school? Some people can’t afford their courses any more and they have to drop out. Angst about horrible conditions at work? Someone has been out of a job for months. Not that it’s all a competition or anything, but how can you compete with that? So I keep my mouth shut, because my problems are not, relatively, problems. Even though they are, and they make me very unhappy. But I feel like I have to suck it up. Which makes it less of a safe space for me. But . . . who can help me, really? Where can *I* turn when I’m feeling bad, without feeling like I’m whining?

So I’m reaching the point where I’m getting pretty tired of the stuff I’m doing. I just see miles more road to travel to get where I want to go and I’m sick of traveling, but I’m also tired of where I am. It’s nice to have the blog as an outlet, but then I actually have to take the time to write all this out. So here I am.

My joys right now: my friends and family, having fun Saturdays, being able to go see plays, taking my college class.

My concerns right now: My Army sister (who is having problems with her legs), my grandma (who really needs someone to look in on her once a week, since she’s living alone and is now taking a lot of medications due to a hospital scare two months ago), Mr. Random and his family (mom, grandmom and sister – all having issues), my job (more people leaving, office is unstable, and I am unhappy every single day), money (Mr. Random’s student loans, pressure because of job uncertainty and debts), school (taking one class a semester is not getting me very far, will take me at least 3 or 4 years at this rate, plus it adds stress in dealing with work).

What are your joys and concerns at this time? Let’s lift them up and share!

I Picked the Wrong Week to Stop Sniffing Glue . . .*

. . . However, I did pick the right time to study Economics!

These are scary times for the U.S. economy. There are a lot of things that have not been going right for, oh, about 10-12 years, and a lot of fundamental economic/business truths were tossed out of the window in the service of people getting really greedy. You would have thought that people would have learned lessons from 1987 and 2000-2001, but NOOOOO. People are stupid. Or rather, a number of people made a lot of money being stupid, so being stupid was the OK default for a very long time.

Now our very flawed system is starting to crash down and a lot of people are going to be hurt by it –even little old you and me at some point. It is a fascinating thing to watch as a student. There is so much information to process, so many things happening in such a short amount of time, such that trying to get one’s head around everything is impossible. There are many lessons to be learned from what’s occurred in the past year and from what will occur over the next six months or so. What happened this weekend is not bottom yet . . . so hold on tight . . .

“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” -- Winston Churchill

* Yes, I know . . . gratuitous Airplane! reference.

Passing the Peace

So, I haven’t been blogging for a while. This is for a number of unintentional reasons, but one of the main reasons is that things got super busy, a lot more “life drama” things happened, some new things got super shiny and distracting, plus all of the usual “starting-up-of-classes-and-getting-my-schedule-figured-out” fun.

OK, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest . . .

One of the things going on is that the church I sing in the choir for is going through a lot of heavy duty transition at the moment. We’re looking for a new pastor, going through a discernment/search process (which I’m on the committees for), and recently had people in our top three leadership positions step down simultaneously. (All for different reasons and none of them knew that the others were doing it.) There’re lots of emotions going on at the church. We are a small, tight-knit congregation, so everyone is rather burnt out and not really up to taking on more tasks. It is a very difficult situation.

One of the good things about our church *is* that it is so small that people really care about each other and treat each other like family. At every service, there is the usual moment towards the beginning of “passing the peace,” where in normal churches you just turn to your neighbor and shake their hand and say “peace be with you.” At our church, we don’t just stay in the pews, we walk clear across the sanctuary, hugging everyone and saying hi to each other. It’s one of the best things that our church does, though it does tend to put newcomers off a bit. For those who get what’s going on, they usually end up coming back. To have a moment where you’re feeling accepted and everyone is welcoming and smiling, is just the thing to get communal good feelings brewing.

So this post is my passing of the peace to you all. It’s me saying that I’m very glad you all are still here and reading. I know we are all going through a lot of stuff, internally and externally, but know that I appreciate every comment and I am reading your blogs and of thinking of you all too.

Peace be with you all today!

I'm Still Here!

It’s been a while, but it has been a super busy time. I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing again, but there are a ton of other assignments and reading I have to catch up on. I’ve also discovered the joy of feed readers – what an awesome time suck they are! Of course I have loaded mine up with more blogs than I can possibly keep track of at any given point, so the totals always are taunting me: I always seem to have over 1000+ posts in the box, and no amount of marking “all read” helps me catch up. However, it does make it a lot easier to see when my favorite bloggers have updated posts – now at least I can get out of habit of clicking on people’s blogs 10 times a day to see if they’ve updated. The only problem now is that it is hard to keep up with the comment threads . . .

I promise to write more soon, but until then I’ll leave you with this picture of my Army sister and I hanging out this past 4^th of July with the dearly departed dog, Lady. (I'm the one in the blue jacket.)

This picture will disappear within a few days, so enjoy it now . . .

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