Good morning, guys and gals!
Let me say, with utmost sincerity, I miss you and I miss our very lovely and funny community!
I promise this will be a short message, but please read it, ok?
Here's the thing:
As many of you know, I'm in Seminary now. (That means I'm in graduate school studying for my Masters of Divinity.) Like you all, I'm a student again!!! (How was your back to school day yesterday?)
I'm learning all sorts of new things, and it makes me think of you and our youth program every day. I think of you, camps, retreats, God, church, and community, and it always raises questions in me. Camps are really special. Why? Retreats always make us feel so happy again. Why? We always look forward to those events, don't we? What is it that keeps us coming back?
I always say it's about friendship. And you all are the very best of friends. It's inspiring, and you are my friends (in a way), too. But there's something more...
I think what brings us back, again and again (in addition to friends!) is that we know there is a way of being together that is unique and special. When we gather, it is with an expectation that things will be different. We will accept each other. We will love and laugh with one another. We will play and have no worries. We will support.
Our community gives us a glimpse of another way of living. Our community gives us hints and clues of something special? Is it just friendship or is there something more?
What do you think? and feel? and know?
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Great "Red" St. Louis
My 2nd semester at Bangor Theological Seminary began this week under the following circumstances: a snow day (already) and the loss of The Great "Red" St. Louis, beloved (grand)father, friend, and Maine State Referee for 30+ years. He was something special.
The way I heard the story is as follows: Red and his wife Patti woke up Wednesday morning to find that the largest part of Eastern Maine was shut down. Snow day! Red announced... and perhaps along with the rest of us stole a glance out the window to check and see just how much white stuff had fallen and was still falling. They went back to sleep to catch a bit more rest. Beloved Red, whom I've known for 6+ years never aware of his given name, Lawrence, transitioned from his physical body to his Essence, his Spirit, his Soul, to Union with the Perfect Love and Awareness of our Creator God. We all lost a part of Red St. Louis that morning, and we will miss it greatly.
We sure will miss him. I know I do. Last night, I went to his visiting hours. I stood beside his open casket, willing him to open his eyes wide in his oh-so-special gesture of welcome-- a mixture of genuine surprise and pleasure to see me. I wanted so badly for his normal reaction. Red's natural predisposition was one of Welcome. Everyone was welcome in his presence-- and we felt it. I felt it. There's something about being welcome(d) which gives us a sense of worth, of renewal, of value. A moment with Red made life a little better. A few hours... well, you can imagine. It was so good for the soul.
When I came to Hampden a little over 6 years ago, I arrived in a new school excited for what the year would bring, completely naive to the true challenges of teaching and meeting a new group of friends. Much to my great fortune, there was a bowling league which I joined. Enter Red St. Louis and others like him. Before I knew it, I was calling home and telling my Mom that I felt like I had a little family up here. There were people that were loving and normal and exceptional... and that welcomed me to their group.
I didn't realize until last night that Red St. Louis had meant so very much to me. By virtue of a little bit of common sense and paying attention, I can see he meant so very much to so many of us. I don't have to stretch one bit to say that it is because he ministered to everyone he met. He lived from his very center which was fully of Love, Joy, Laughter, and Acceptance. He embodied what many ministers simply call "The Ministry of Welcome". It is not a fancy name. Why hide something so Special behind a fancy name? Call it what it is, then let is speak for itself.
Maybe that's why I never knew Red's name is Lawrence. Lawrence seems too fancy for the man I/we knew and adored. Red. That's simple. Just call him Red, then let him speak for himself. He sure could do that.
I'm not one to believe that God intervenes in nature to bring about any type of judgment on humans. To me, God didn't bring the earthquakes on Haiti anymore than God prevents some other catastrophe in order to save anyone else. But here's one thing that makes me smile. It's poetic, lovely, and peaceful for me to think about Red passing in his sleep, as the snow gently falls outside, with his gorgeous-in-every-way wife sleeping by his side. And so perhaps in my mind, on this one occasion, I might choose to remember that God brought the snowday so Red and Patti could go back to bed and rest together.
Why? Because that memory makes me feel warm inside, just like Red did. In this way, I honor his life and memory.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share--especially with his family at this time, Trish
The way I heard the story is as follows: Red and his wife Patti woke up Wednesday morning to find that the largest part of Eastern Maine was shut down. Snow day! Red announced... and perhaps along with the rest of us stole a glance out the window to check and see just how much white stuff had fallen and was still falling. They went back to sleep to catch a bit more rest. Beloved Red, whom I've known for 6+ years never aware of his given name, Lawrence, transitioned from his physical body to his Essence, his Spirit, his Soul, to Union with the Perfect Love and Awareness of our Creator God. We all lost a part of Red St. Louis that morning, and we will miss it greatly.
We sure will miss him. I know I do. Last night, I went to his visiting hours. I stood beside his open casket, willing him to open his eyes wide in his oh-so-special gesture of welcome-- a mixture of genuine surprise and pleasure to see me. I wanted so badly for his normal reaction. Red's natural predisposition was one of Welcome. Everyone was welcome in his presence-- and we felt it. I felt it. There's something about being welcome(d) which gives us a sense of worth, of renewal, of value. A moment with Red made life a little better. A few hours... well, you can imagine. It was so good for the soul.
When I came to Hampden a little over 6 years ago, I arrived in a new school excited for what the year would bring, completely naive to the true challenges of teaching and meeting a new group of friends. Much to my great fortune, there was a bowling league which I joined. Enter Red St. Louis and others like him. Before I knew it, I was calling home and telling my Mom that I felt like I had a little family up here. There were people that were loving and normal and exceptional... and that welcomed me to their group.
I didn't realize until last night that Red St. Louis had meant so very much to me. By virtue of a little bit of common sense and paying attention, I can see he meant so very much to so many of us. I don't have to stretch one bit to say that it is because he ministered to everyone he met. He lived from his very center which was fully of Love, Joy, Laughter, and Acceptance. He embodied what many ministers simply call "The Ministry of Welcome". It is not a fancy name. Why hide something so Special behind a fancy name? Call it what it is, then let is speak for itself.
Maybe that's why I never knew Red's name is Lawrence. Lawrence seems too fancy for the man I/we knew and adored. Red. That's simple. Just call him Red, then let him speak for himself. He sure could do that.
I'm not one to believe that God intervenes in nature to bring about any type of judgment on humans. To me, God didn't bring the earthquakes on Haiti anymore than God prevents some other catastrophe in order to save anyone else. But here's one thing that makes me smile. It's poetic, lovely, and peaceful for me to think about Red passing in his sleep, as the snow gently falls outside, with his gorgeous-in-every-way wife sleeping by his side. And so perhaps in my mind, on this one occasion, I might choose to remember that God brought the snowday so Red and Patti could go back to bed and rest together.
Why? Because that memory makes me feel warm inside, just like Red did. In this way, I honor his life and memory.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share--especially with his family at this time, Trish
Friday, January 14, 2011
Humility Now! & Transparency
Last weekend, I played in a volleyball tournament with a very talented and skilled team. Their level of play, and my observation of the abilities in the entire gym, combined to allow me to play, in my opinion, the best all-around day of volleyball I have ever played. This was incredibly exciting. An added benefit... the team I was a part of won the tournament and we had a blast competing together.
The downside: my ego kicked in. I'm not talking about my ego like "Oh, I'm so good. Look at me go" ego. Nope. (To the contrary, there were FAR better players than I represented last weekend. I marveled, wonderfully inspired, by what their/our bodies could/can achieve!) I'm talking about my Freudian-ego-- that part of me which seeks to sort out my identity, which seeks to define me in terms that are Good, will bring Pleasure, and in many ways anesthetize any sense of inferiority, pain, or discontent which may arise.
I have made a conscious practice the past 4 to 5 months to let go of my ego, at times more and at times less gracefully aware of my most humbling existence in our vast and diverse human race. I think, perhaps, my ego took this opportunity to rise up mightily and remind me of its immense power to cloud the mind when left unchecked. Sports and competition: two of its greatest allies in my life. This backlash-ing attack of ego has left me nearly unable to recognize myself or find a center from which to operate. It may sound dramatic but such is my existence.
And the complexities of life always add in as factors in the ebb and flow of life's equation: I've been sick. I'm coming down from the Christmas high. (always something to look forward to in the Holiday Season... what now?) I'm making some important decisions about work and school, scheduling and finances, home and hearth. Dare I be transparent enough to say that monthly hormonal event we females endure to bring most precious new life to earth came to visit me? (Yes, I do dare. But see how I put it in such lovely terms so as to cover up my embarrassment at mentioning it. I'm all about full disclosure at present.) And recent experience at seminary has left me wondering what ways work best for me in my approach to God, the Eternal, my inner relationship with Divinity.
This week I read two of Reverend Kate Braestrup's memoirs, Here If You Need Me and Marriage and Other Acts of Charity. Kate is chaplain for the Maine Warden Service. Of the many stories that touched me in her books, the gem which helped bring greatest awareness was a discussion regarding transparency.
"Exactly! Yes! Yes! The whole point of a window is that you look through it. Right?... The whole purpose and function of a window is to look through it, to see what lies beyond it.... Ahhhh, indeed! Yes, my clever friends, this is what Tillich was trying to get at: Scripture is a window. A prayer is a window. The Bible is a window and even- though Tillich got in trouble for saying so-- Jesus was a window." (p104 Marriage & Other Acts...)
If that is all true, then it may also be true that this brief period of my life- marked by depressive moods, a poor and breaking heart and Spirit, and an inability to rise-up as my extrovert personality generally leads- is also transparent. Staying present in the experience, I can let it Be, without judgment or the need to change it, confident this experience is a part of Divine-Manifestation unfolding.
Fortunately for me, I am surrounded by people who Graciously and Grace-fully love me enough to let it happen, let me happen. My boyfriend, my sisters, my Mom, my friends, my nieces even (though they'd prefer I "make them laugh" on command while watching them in the tubby), accept me, talk with me, Love me... amazingly expecting nothing in return.
Surrounded by Love, I recognize my ego's need for control, definition, meaning.
Surrounded by Love, I breathe into it and Let Go. Transparently aware.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share, Trish
The downside: my ego kicked in. I'm not talking about my ego like "Oh, I'm so good. Look at me go" ego. Nope. (To the contrary, there were FAR better players than I represented last weekend. I marveled, wonderfully inspired, by what their/our bodies could/can achieve!) I'm talking about my Freudian-ego-- that part of me which seeks to sort out my identity, which seeks to define me in terms that are Good, will bring Pleasure, and in many ways anesthetize any sense of inferiority, pain, or discontent which may arise.
I have made a conscious practice the past 4 to 5 months to let go of my ego, at times more and at times less gracefully aware of my most humbling existence in our vast and diverse human race. I think, perhaps, my ego took this opportunity to rise up mightily and remind me of its immense power to cloud the mind when left unchecked. Sports and competition: two of its greatest allies in my life. This backlash-ing attack of ego has left me nearly unable to recognize myself or find a center from which to operate. It may sound dramatic but such is my existence.
And the complexities of life always add in as factors in the ebb and flow of life's equation: I've been sick. I'm coming down from the Christmas high. (always something to look forward to in the Holiday Season... what now?) I'm making some important decisions about work and school, scheduling and finances, home and hearth. Dare I be transparent enough to say that monthly hormonal event we females endure to bring most precious new life to earth came to visit me? (Yes, I do dare. But see how I put it in such lovely terms so as to cover up my embarrassment at mentioning it. I'm all about full disclosure at present.) And recent experience at seminary has left me wondering what ways work best for me in my approach to God, the Eternal, my inner relationship with Divinity.
This week I read two of Reverend Kate Braestrup's memoirs, Here If You Need Me and Marriage and Other Acts of Charity. Kate is chaplain for the Maine Warden Service. Of the many stories that touched me in her books, the gem which helped bring greatest awareness was a discussion regarding transparency.
"Exactly! Yes! Yes! The whole point of a window is that you look through it. Right?... The whole purpose and function of a window is to look through it, to see what lies beyond it.... Ahhhh, indeed! Yes, my clever friends, this is what Tillich was trying to get at: Scripture is a window. A prayer is a window. The Bible is a window and even- though Tillich got in trouble for saying so-- Jesus was a window." (p104 Marriage & Other Acts...)
If that is all true, then it may also be true that this brief period of my life- marked by depressive moods, a poor and breaking heart and Spirit, and an inability to rise-up as my extrovert personality generally leads- is also transparent. Staying present in the experience, I can let it Be, without judgment or the need to change it, confident this experience is a part of Divine-Manifestation unfolding.
Fortunately for me, I am surrounded by people who Graciously and Grace-fully love me enough to let it happen, let me happen. My boyfriend, my sisters, my Mom, my friends, my nieces even (though they'd prefer I "make them laugh" on command while watching them in the tubby), accept me, talk with me, Love me... amazingly expecting nothing in return.
Surrounded by Love, I recognize my ego's need for control, definition, meaning.
Surrounded by Love, I breathe into it and Let Go. Transparently aware.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share, Trish
Friday, December 24, 2010
Oh! Christmas... a Wii??!! Really?!
I'm in a crying mood today.
I'm not sad. Nothing major has happened. No worries. I'm simply and completely overwhelmed.
People keep saying, "That's just Christmas," and of course, they're right. I know. I get it. It's a month devoted to indulgence. We indulge ourselves in giving, receiving, baking, eating, decorating, partying, preparing, expecting, hoping, and more. But there's something about "it's just the time of year" that doesn't help to soothe my mind and soul. I cannot accept that this is an acceptable way to feel just because it's the season for it.
Restless. That's actually the word. I'm not so much overwhelmed as restless. In every store I enter, there are tags hanging on trees for people who may have nothing if we don't buy for them. The homeless shelters in Bangor are low on volunteers to prepare their gifts to be given on Christmas Eve. Outreach International reminds us of all those people in Haiti needing water and shelter and of the people around the world who simply need education or a couple chickens and a hen. I'm reminded of my own limitations and insignificance in the grander scheme of Life.
Yet, as I shopped for one man who would supposedly be getting nothing for Christmas without the generosity of others, I was taken aback by his "want." At Manna Ministries, those asking for assistance list a "need" and a "want". They are almost always very modest. This man was not, and he disrupted my generally easy generosity. He asked for a Nintendo Wii gaming system. (I did not buy it for him... I considered coal and a scathing note... I also did not do that.) I guess the point is, I wanted to know he NEEDED something for sure, and I wanted to know he appreciated what he was given. In other words, I was putting substantial conditions on my giving. And there it is. I've allowed the consumerism in. I've let down my guard enough to lose sight of the real Spirit of Christ-mas. It doesn't feel good. It feels cheap. It feels unsettling. It feels in-authentic and anything but genuine and Spiritual.
And then, in a moment's flash of the true Spirit of Christmas, I am blown away by the unexpected generosity of a friend and a sister. There's a general level of expectation at this time that people will be "giving" in nature. 'Tis the season of giving after all. But, the un-anticipated gift of a youth reaching out for his friend and many people stepping forward with gifts of time, money, and love AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, when none of us really had the time or money to give... that's what makes me cry. An unexpected text. A hope-filled plea. Answered need. And the best part is, for me, it wasn't about buying gifts for this friend and family... it was about supporting each other, knowing we're there for each other, understanding more deeply what community is about.
This season is so full. Full on every level-- emotional, physical, mental, spiritual. The opportunities for growth and meaning are limitless it seems. If we rationalize "it's just Christmas", I'm pretty sure we'll miss out.
This, to me, is the real meaning of Christmas. Opportunity born and recognized. Then a choice-- will I/we seize the opportunity of Love, Peace, Joy, Relevance when life is so overwhelming? Will I/we miss it and miss out, blinded by the gifts, glittery lights, sheer amount of need, etc...? To me, it's not so much about celebrating the Birth and Life of Christ as embracing the birth and life of this moment in my life and the lives of those with whom I meet and interact. In my heart of hearts, this is what I truly believe. I believe that's when Jesus becomes Christ.
May you take the time to reflect. May you take the time to just "be". May you take the time to pay attention to this season... full of opportunity.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
PS... If I were preaching, I would at some point add this and more: What Christ, the Apostle Paul, and Christian communities throughout time have begun and lived out ONLY finds relevance for us as we reflect on it, examine it, find our Truth, and live it out. We are not Christians to point at Christ as someone to hide behind(... though in our weakness, he provides a shield and a model). We are Christians to point out what it means when a life is lived in tune with the Love of God. This is the goal... ever-failing, ever-succeeding. It's all at once a difficult and amazing journey. May yours be truly blessed.
I'm not sad. Nothing major has happened. No worries. I'm simply and completely overwhelmed.
People keep saying, "That's just Christmas," and of course, they're right. I know. I get it. It's a month devoted to indulgence. We indulge ourselves in giving, receiving, baking, eating, decorating, partying, preparing, expecting, hoping, and more. But there's something about "it's just the time of year" that doesn't help to soothe my mind and soul. I cannot accept that this is an acceptable way to feel just because it's the season for it.
Restless. That's actually the word. I'm not so much overwhelmed as restless. In every store I enter, there are tags hanging on trees for people who may have nothing if we don't buy for them. The homeless shelters in Bangor are low on volunteers to prepare their gifts to be given on Christmas Eve. Outreach International reminds us of all those people in Haiti needing water and shelter and of the people around the world who simply need education or a couple chickens and a hen. I'm reminded of my own limitations and insignificance in the grander scheme of Life.
Yet, as I shopped for one man who would supposedly be getting nothing for Christmas without the generosity of others, I was taken aback by his "want." At Manna Ministries, those asking for assistance list a "need" and a "want". They are almost always very modest. This man was not, and he disrupted my generally easy generosity. He asked for a Nintendo Wii gaming system. (I did not buy it for him... I considered coal and a scathing note... I also did not do that.) I guess the point is, I wanted to know he NEEDED something for sure, and I wanted to know he appreciated what he was given. In other words, I was putting substantial conditions on my giving. And there it is. I've allowed the consumerism in. I've let down my guard enough to lose sight of the real Spirit of Christ-mas. It doesn't feel good. It feels cheap. It feels unsettling. It feels in-authentic and anything but genuine and Spiritual.
And then, in a moment's flash of the true Spirit of Christmas, I am blown away by the unexpected generosity of a friend and a sister. There's a general level of expectation at this time that people will be "giving" in nature. 'Tis the season of giving after all. But, the un-anticipated gift of a youth reaching out for his friend and many people stepping forward with gifts of time, money, and love AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, when none of us really had the time or money to give... that's what makes me cry. An unexpected text. A hope-filled plea. Answered need. And the best part is, for me, it wasn't about buying gifts for this friend and family... it was about supporting each other, knowing we're there for each other, understanding more deeply what community is about.
This season is so full. Full on every level-- emotional, physical, mental, spiritual. The opportunities for growth and meaning are limitless it seems. If we rationalize "it's just Christmas", I'm pretty sure we'll miss out.
This, to me, is the real meaning of Christmas. Opportunity born and recognized. Then a choice-- will I/we seize the opportunity of Love, Peace, Joy, Relevance when life is so overwhelming? Will I/we miss it and miss out, blinded by the gifts, glittery lights, sheer amount of need, etc...? To me, it's not so much about celebrating the Birth and Life of Christ as embracing the birth and life of this moment in my life and the lives of those with whom I meet and interact. In my heart of hearts, this is what I truly believe. I believe that's when Jesus becomes Christ.
May you take the time to reflect. May you take the time to just "be". May you take the time to pay attention to this season... full of opportunity.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
PS... If I were preaching, I would at some point add this and more: What Christ, the Apostle Paul, and Christian communities throughout time have begun and lived out ONLY finds relevance for us as we reflect on it, examine it, find our Truth, and live it out. We are not Christians to point at Christ as someone to hide behind(... though in our weakness, he provides a shield and a model). We are Christians to point out what it means when a life is lived in tune with the Love of God. This is the goal... ever-failing, ever-succeeding. It's all at once a difficult and amazing journey. May yours be truly blessed.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Change???
After a fall that has been filled with study, reading, retreats, choir planning and practice, travel, giving up a coaching position that I love, attempting to reconcile Buddhist and Christian thought and practice, a new young adult ministry, and some changes in my personal life, I've decided that change is actually pretty hard.
Yesterday, after returning from a 3rd-8th grade retreat in Tiverton, Rhode Island which was rewarding and meaningful in so many ways, I was exhausted. But it wasn't just physical exhaustion. I think it was the mathematical reality of "an end-is-in-sight" + "I've-been-pushing-for-so-long" + "I'm completely physically wiped out" + "day-after-great-event-letdown"= utter exhaustion equation.
With one class to go in New Testament, I now have questions and doubts about nearly everything in the New Testament. I wish I were exaggerating, but I'm not. In one short little semester, I have, thankfully, been pushed so far to now confidently say, "For all that I know, I truly do not know all that much." :o) It's a wonderful, humbling, difficult, and disconcerting thing to be in that place in life. On the one hand, it would be nice to feel confident in my knowledge, in what my brain says and does and thinks. On the other hand, if I admit to my lack of knowledge, I'm left with what my heart says. And my heart can be completely trusted. It says, "Love deeply. Care. The most important things are people, relationships, support, and presence."
And so, with one class to go in Buddhism, I now know more than I ever imagined I would. I have answers and assurances about some of the most important questions of my life. Some of the places that need attention and healing inside me are being touched. I have a tool, called Meditation, which I intend to use daily for the rest of my life. 15 minutes of meditation can range from being so frustrating to so entirely liberating, but meditation ALWAYS yields more positive results in my life than I can express.
With all of these experiences, I am within the season of Advent--my favorite time of the Christian year. It is a time devoted to expectation and preparation for something new, precious, and special in each of our lives and in the life of our little communities (church, family, friends, etc...). I am aware daily that, in my awareness, I can become more peaceful in my behaviors, thoughts, and conversations. I can seek joy and find it in some moments. This is not easy!! But it is possible.
My emotions are on my sleeve. I am a bit raw and undone. I can go from giddy, to angry, to crying with love or sadness at the drop of a hat at times.
Am I in a good place? Am I mad (as in crazy)? Am I just exactly where I'm supposed to be?
Anyone can be the judge. As for me, I'm going to attempt to refrain judgment and move through it honestly. And that is my prayer for all. May we be aware, expectant, and honest, tending to those we know and love this holiday season.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
Yesterday, after returning from a 3rd-8th grade retreat in Tiverton, Rhode Island which was rewarding and meaningful in so many ways, I was exhausted. But it wasn't just physical exhaustion. I think it was the mathematical reality of "an end-is-in-sight" + "I've-been-pushing-for-so-long" + "I'm completely physically wiped out" + "day-after-great-event-letdown"= utter exhaustion equation.
With one class to go in New Testament, I now have questions and doubts about nearly everything in the New Testament. I wish I were exaggerating, but I'm not. In one short little semester, I have, thankfully, been pushed so far to now confidently say, "For all that I know, I truly do not know all that much." :o) It's a wonderful, humbling, difficult, and disconcerting thing to be in that place in life. On the one hand, it would be nice to feel confident in my knowledge, in what my brain says and does and thinks. On the other hand, if I admit to my lack of knowledge, I'm left with what my heart says. And my heart can be completely trusted. It says, "Love deeply. Care. The most important things are people, relationships, support, and presence."
And so, with one class to go in Buddhism, I now know more than I ever imagined I would. I have answers and assurances about some of the most important questions of my life. Some of the places that need attention and healing inside me are being touched. I have a tool, called Meditation, which I intend to use daily for the rest of my life. 15 minutes of meditation can range from being so frustrating to so entirely liberating, but meditation ALWAYS yields more positive results in my life than I can express.
With all of these experiences, I am within the season of Advent--my favorite time of the Christian year. It is a time devoted to expectation and preparation for something new, precious, and special in each of our lives and in the life of our little communities (church, family, friends, etc...). I am aware daily that, in my awareness, I can become more peaceful in my behaviors, thoughts, and conversations. I can seek joy and find it in some moments. This is not easy!! But it is possible.
My emotions are on my sleeve. I am a bit raw and undone. I can go from giddy, to angry, to crying with love or sadness at the drop of a hat at times.
Am I in a good place? Am I mad (as in crazy)? Am I just exactly where I'm supposed to be?
Anyone can be the judge. As for me, I'm going to attempt to refrain judgment and move through it honestly. And that is my prayer for all. May we be aware, expectant, and honest, tending to those we know and love this holiday season.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
Friday, November 5, 2010
Dear "(insert your name here)",...
We are taking up the letters of the Apostle Paul in my New Testament class. Letters are SO VERY SPECIAL. I've decided to send one card/letter every day for the next month. Anybody want to join me?!
I've written a letter to you. Here it is. Imagine an envelope with a sticker of a frog on it. You pull out a piece of light green paper which has been tri-folded. I drew a heart on the top because it's about all I can draw. :) Enjoy!
Dear "(insert your name hear)",
I want you to know that I am thinking about you. I hope that you have had some happy moments throughout your day. I hope that if I asked you to, you could put a genuine smile across your face because of the feelings you have inside. I hope that as you read these words, you know how very unique and intelligent you are. Your body, mind, and spirit are a modern marvel! Imagine the simple miracle of your breath sustaining you. Sit up straight. Take a slow breath in through your nose and breathe it out. Stretch your neck a little. Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine 5 things for which you are thankful. Isn't it amazing that your body and experience can change so fast?! As Dr. Seuss said, "You have brains in your head! You have feet in your shoes! You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
I want you to know you are part of an incredibly complex, ever changing, and remarkably extraordinary journey called life. And I want you to know that you can have tremendous power to affect your minute to minute experience. Claim this power. It is there inside you, active, awaiting cultivation and attention. And I would love for you to know that no matter what experience you ever face, you are not alone. No, you are never alone. There is a community that is there for you. Others have been where you are when trouble strikes. You are supported. And there is a Force of Love and Well-Being, a God if you will, at play amidst us that will sustain forever and always- regardless of our limited ability to understand it or even live it out as fully as we may like.
I want you to know that I've taken some time out of my day to write to You because You matter. You are a significant contribution to this world and my life by your very presence. You inspire. Take this message to heart. May it be a blessing for you.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... That we all might share! Trish
I've written a letter to you. Here it is. Imagine an envelope with a sticker of a frog on it. You pull out a piece of light green paper which has been tri-folded. I drew a heart on the top because it's about all I can draw. :) Enjoy!
Dear "(insert your name hear)",
I want you to know that I am thinking about you. I hope that you have had some happy moments throughout your day. I hope that if I asked you to, you could put a genuine smile across your face because of the feelings you have inside. I hope that as you read these words, you know how very unique and intelligent you are. Your body, mind, and spirit are a modern marvel! Imagine the simple miracle of your breath sustaining you. Sit up straight. Take a slow breath in through your nose and breathe it out. Stretch your neck a little. Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine 5 things for which you are thankful. Isn't it amazing that your body and experience can change so fast?! As Dr. Seuss said, "You have brains in your head! You have feet in your shoes! You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
I want you to know you are part of an incredibly complex, ever changing, and remarkably extraordinary journey called life. And I want you to know that you can have tremendous power to affect your minute to minute experience. Claim this power. It is there inside you, active, awaiting cultivation and attention. And I would love for you to know that no matter what experience you ever face, you are not alone. No, you are never alone. There is a community that is there for you. Others have been where you are when trouble strikes. You are supported. And there is a Force of Love and Well-Being, a God if you will, at play amidst us that will sustain forever and always- regardless of our limited ability to understand it or even live it out as fully as we may like.
I want you to know that I've taken some time out of my day to write to You because You matter. You are a significant contribution to this world and my life by your very presence. You inspire. Take this message to heart. May it be a blessing for you.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... That we all might share! Trish
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Perfectionists, Let's Just Stop it!, ok?!
In the first 18 years of my educational experience (K-12 and 2 degrees at UMaine), I received 3 grades that were under an A. In 3rd grade, I got an A- in science. It might have been 4th grade, actually. My freshman year of college, amidst volleyball and adjusting to college life, my grandmother ended up in the hospital fighting for her life. I got a B+ in a math class. My 4th year of college, I got another B+ in photography. My parents always said, "Just do the best you can." So, that's what we did.
I found it shocking that both of my interviewers for Seminary said, "From your transcript, I see you're a perfectionist. How are you going to juggle school, work, and life?" To which I responded, "well, I'm not that much of a perfectionist. It'll be a challenge, but I'll be fine."
I WAS WRONG! I really AM a perfectionist and it is way more challenging than I thought it would be to juggle all this.
So, today I say to all perfectionists, friends, youth that I work with and love, family, neighbors, "LET'S JUST STOP WITH ALL THE RIDICULOUS PERFECTIONISM!" Nothing is ever perfect.
And here's something I'm learning from my Buddhist friends... even if it is perfect, give it but a moment, it'll change. Then, we'll have to do 2 things. First, get all sad or angry that's it not perfect anymore. Second, strip all the enjoyment from our lives getting stressed out about making it perfect again. And here's the horrible (and wonderful) news. The cycle NEVER ends.
Grades... always more homework and tests.
Relationships... always things to disagree about, get annoyed with, & never enough time together
Work... some days, it's tough to get going, things just don't go as planned
Sports... someone is ALWAYS better than me/you, the shots don't fall, the body runs out of gas
Friends... you need a friend and there's no one; sometimes even your BEST friend lets you down
God... doesn't answer the prayer on my/your time table or the way we want it
House... dishes get dirty again, the lawn keeps growing, driveways gotta be plowed, laundry
Technology... do I even need to begin a list of how wrong things can go?!
And the list goes on and on and on.
Have I driven that point home enough? Here's the good news. I want to uphold hope for myself and all my perfectionist friends.
INTRO to Buddhism: We are learning...
The 4 Noble Truths: The foundation of buddhist thought
1) There is suffering. (It's the way of life, aging, sickness, death, impermanence)
2) There is a cause of suffering. (We want things to be different than they are. Some of us want perfection!)
3) There CAN BE AN END TO SUFFERING. !!!!
4) This is the way to the end... the Middle Way. (true speech, action, thought; true mindfulness, livelihood, awareness; true understanding, true concentration)
In other words, let's just accept that our perfectionism actually does not make us perfect, it makes us suffer. LET'S JUST STOP IT, ok?!
INTRO to New Testament: We are learning...
Everyone has the right to their own opinion and thought process. Everyone has the right to state what they believe and question what they hear and read. And, with regards to interpreting the Bible, sacred scripture that it is, NO ONE IS PERFECT. Some interpretations may be more accurate than others based on the resources used, But there is absolutely no hope of getting the 100% correct interpretation of any biblical story. Perfection as a goal is a futile and empty effort.
In short, today I spent my whole day worrying about how I was going to change my situation so it could be a little more perfect. Work, school, and relationship. And guess what? I ruined almost my whole day.
Perfectionists, loved ones, especially the youth that I know and love, let's do ourselves and favor and JUST STOP with the striving for perfection. Please.
Let's do what we can toward a good effort, then cut ourselves some slack. Maybe even meditate or pray to break the cycle. :)
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
I found it shocking that both of my interviewers for Seminary said, "From your transcript, I see you're a perfectionist. How are you going to juggle school, work, and life?" To which I responded, "well, I'm not that much of a perfectionist. It'll be a challenge, but I'll be fine."
I WAS WRONG! I really AM a perfectionist and it is way more challenging than I thought it would be to juggle all this.
So, today I say to all perfectionists, friends, youth that I work with and love, family, neighbors, "LET'S JUST STOP WITH ALL THE RIDICULOUS PERFECTIONISM!" Nothing is ever perfect.
And here's something I'm learning from my Buddhist friends... even if it is perfect, give it but a moment, it'll change. Then, we'll have to do 2 things. First, get all sad or angry that's it not perfect anymore. Second, strip all the enjoyment from our lives getting stressed out about making it perfect again. And here's the horrible (and wonderful) news. The cycle NEVER ends.
Grades... always more homework and tests.
Relationships... always things to disagree about, get annoyed with, & never enough time together
Work... some days, it's tough to get going, things just don't go as planned
Sports... someone is ALWAYS better than me/you, the shots don't fall, the body runs out of gas
Friends... you need a friend and there's no one; sometimes even your BEST friend lets you down
God... doesn't answer the prayer on my/your time table or the way we want it
House... dishes get dirty again, the lawn keeps growing, driveways gotta be plowed, laundry
Technology... do I even need to begin a list of how wrong things can go?!
And the list goes on and on and on.
Have I driven that point home enough? Here's the good news. I want to uphold hope for myself and all my perfectionist friends.
INTRO to Buddhism: We are learning...
The 4 Noble Truths: The foundation of buddhist thought
1) There is suffering. (It's the way of life, aging, sickness, death, impermanence)
2) There is a cause of suffering. (We want things to be different than they are. Some of us want perfection!)
3) There CAN BE AN END TO SUFFERING. !!!!
4) This is the way to the end... the Middle Way. (true speech, action, thought; true mindfulness, livelihood, awareness; true understanding, true concentration)
In other words, let's just accept that our perfectionism actually does not make us perfect, it makes us suffer. LET'S JUST STOP IT, ok?!
INTRO to New Testament: We are learning...
Everyone has the right to their own opinion and thought process. Everyone has the right to state what they believe and question what they hear and read. And, with regards to interpreting the Bible, sacred scripture that it is, NO ONE IS PERFECT. Some interpretations may be more accurate than others based on the resources used, But there is absolutely no hope of getting the 100% correct interpretation of any biblical story. Perfection as a goal is a futile and empty effort.
In short, today I spent my whole day worrying about how I was going to change my situation so it could be a little more perfect. Work, school, and relationship. And guess what? I ruined almost my whole day.
Perfectionists, loved ones, especially the youth that I know and love, let's do ourselves and favor and JUST STOP with the striving for perfection. Please.
Let's do what we can toward a good effort, then cut ourselves some slack. Maybe even meditate or pray to break the cycle. :)
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share! Trish
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Contrary to popular belief, Seminary is not good for your faith
When the beliefs we hold most dear and most formative to our very existence are questioned, there are a couple of ways to go... 1) CRISIS 2) FREEDOM
I've decided. Contrary to popular belief, Seminary is not good for your faith. Yes, you are reading that correctly. Seminary, the study of Godly, theological, faithful things, is NOT good for your faith. I should clarify. Seminary is not good for your faith IF you want your beliefs to remain untouched and unscathed by the process of education.
I also have a hypothesis about this: "Seminary will cause unsettling emotional reactions that may be perceived as NOT good for your faith in the SHORT TERM."
Example: I read some things last week that brought many of the basic tenants of Christianity into question. I read some myths existing from around the time of Christ. I also read a lot of history. I had such thoughts as, "Was the whole thing made up?" and "No wonder they wrote it like that. It was a scam." Hmmm... you can perhaps imagine how those thoughts might be troubling to one's faith and beliefs. Not to mention JOB as a minister. I waned toward a small CRISIS.
YET, I've lived faithfully for many years. Just because someone says things about Christianity aren't exactly how I think they are, am I gonna let that get in the way of the FREEDOM and CREATION that I know can come about when we pay attention to the big questions troubling us? NO! Bring on the opportunity for knowledge.
So, how did I conquer the looming crisis of faith? In 2 ways. 1) My personal experience of tested faith in God, the Holy Spirit, and people, not scripture. I trusted myself. 2) I used what I am learning to approach scripture differently. I used exegesis (the critical explanation of a text, usually Biblical) to try and get in the mind of the authors of the New Testament and find out why they wrote what they did. And I experienced the greatest gift scripture has ever given me-- a Truth I already knew, fully confirmed and more full and complete than I had previously known it. God doesn't play favorites, ever. We, as individuals, are responsible for our own actions, reactions, and situations. God will be there, healing in hand, when we're ready.
Freedom and Creation, welcome to my mind. Crisis, you are not invited to return.
The very education which threatened me last week also freed me. I'm 5 weeks into Seminary. This could be a bumpy and wonderful ride.
Joy, Love, Hope, and Peace... that we all might share! T
I've decided. Contrary to popular belief, Seminary is not good for your faith. Yes, you are reading that correctly. Seminary, the study of Godly, theological, faithful things, is NOT good for your faith. I should clarify. Seminary is not good for your faith IF you want your beliefs to remain untouched and unscathed by the process of education.
I also have a hypothesis about this: "Seminary will cause unsettling emotional reactions that may be perceived as NOT good for your faith in the SHORT TERM."
Example: I read some things last week that brought many of the basic tenants of Christianity into question. I read some myths existing from around the time of Christ. I also read a lot of history. I had such thoughts as, "Was the whole thing made up?" and "No wonder they wrote it like that. It was a scam." Hmmm... you can perhaps imagine how those thoughts might be troubling to one's faith and beliefs. Not to mention JOB as a minister. I waned toward a small CRISIS.
YET, I've lived faithfully for many years. Just because someone says things about Christianity aren't exactly how I think they are, am I gonna let that get in the way of the FREEDOM and CREATION that I know can come about when we pay attention to the big questions troubling us? NO! Bring on the opportunity for knowledge.
So, how did I conquer the looming crisis of faith? In 2 ways. 1) My personal experience of tested faith in God, the Holy Spirit, and people, not scripture. I trusted myself. 2) I used what I am learning to approach scripture differently. I used exegesis (the critical explanation of a text, usually Biblical) to try and get in the mind of the authors of the New Testament and find out why they wrote what they did. And I experienced the greatest gift scripture has ever given me-- a Truth I already knew, fully confirmed and more full and complete than I had previously known it. God doesn't play favorites, ever. We, as individuals, are responsible for our own actions, reactions, and situations. God will be there, healing in hand, when we're ready.
Freedom and Creation, welcome to my mind. Crisis, you are not invited to return.
The very education which threatened me last week also freed me. I'm 5 weeks into Seminary. This could be a bumpy and wonderful ride.
Joy, Love, Hope, and Peace... that we all might share! T
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Our church is awesome
People. Our church is awesome.
Seriously rock your world, change your life, make you a richer person, awesome.
I just came off of a weekend with 17 kids that can (and maybe will) attest to that thought.
But it’s more than just fun and games and youth ministry awesome. I just came out of my 2nd classes in Introduction to Buddhism and Introduction to New Testament thinking how stinkin’ cool our church is. It has prepared me to fully enter into the dialogues of both of these classes with more than a complete beginner’s understanding of them. Friends, my experiences in this church have prepared me to be an important contributing member of discussions on issues of world religions, approaches to understanding and interpreting scripture, listening for the voice of God in my life/other’s lives, spiritual formation, the path of discipleship, acceptance and EMBRACING another’s viewpoint as equally valid as my own, and more.
Beyond that, when questions arise about what to do with scriptures that appear to contradict one another and what to do when 2 people come at an issue from apparent polar opposite ends of the spectrum where ne’er the 2 shall meet, I have experience in trust, listening, and discernment in a world church that gives me something to ADD to the conversation. (Clearly, it is not only the church that has shaped me for this study right now. I have family, friends, other experiences, and my own personality, BUT this church has allowed me freedom to grow into my own tested faith. It has that potential for all of us.)
There are people in this class that are reading things about scripture that are blowing their minds. They’ve come to class from fairly naïve understandings of scripture. They’ve never considered more open, scholarly, fair approaches to reading and interpreting. They’ve not been exposed to preaching that gives life to the scriptures that can then become Holy. They’ve not been exposed to embracing the person/opinion that irritates them the most. They’ve not been exposed to looking at scripture as a map.
We’re got some truly great things going. Man, we gotta live it out more and share it.
But not preaching, no. Who said it? “Preach love. Use words if you must.” We can do that. We sure can. But keep in mind though, our belief in education and study to help us understand and live a more fully Connected life are amazing.
Preach love. Use words to illuminate that message and free the minds of the lost and wandering.
We, as a church, are not messing around when it comes to taking our faith and journey both seriously/theologically/scholarly AND spiritually/transformatively/relationally. And we mix in fellowship, fun, potluck, and campfire to inform them all.
People. Our church is awesome.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace… that we all might share. ~T
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I think emptiness: I feel reverence
My Introduction to Buddhism.
We were taught a simple meditation in our first class. We began class with a moment of silence. we meditated in class. We are to meditate a minimum of 5 minutes per day and journal about our experience. Thought there is much more to "do" for that class, too, I am learning to stop thinking for a few moments each day. I am learning to calm my left brain, my critic, my judge. I am learning to think emptiness... to cease thinking.
It's wonderful.
My Introduction to the New Testament
After one week of classes at Bangor Theological Seminary, my reverence for great writers, poets, painters, and photographers has grown leaps and bounds. Through images, words, and metaphors, these wonderful human beings live out the following:
1) Experience, in some way, the Divine Creator and that Creator's Interaction with Humanity.
2) Attempt to express the depth, fullness, and magnitude of that experience on the canvas of his/her artistic field... photo paper, the written page, cloth stretched over wood.
3) Find that experience is worth sharing with others.
4) Offer it.
When I think about that process, I am filled with appreciation and awe. After reading on my own and discussing in class the canonization of the collection of books we now refer to as the New Testament, I now regard these books with much more respect and appreciation than even one week ago. Our teacher, P. Shelburg offered us the following thought. New Testament authors wrote to offer to others a "distillation of a transcendental experience." They moved through the process I described above. New Testament authors experienced the Love of God and the impact living in Sacred Community has on one's life. They tried to find ways to express this to others. They tried the direct approach. They tried metaphors. They tried story-telling. They tried painting pictures in words. From the frail and meek vehicle of language, they attempted to share about the majesty and strength of Love.
After you've experienced the grandeur and impact of True Love, how can words possibly relate it?
And yet, they tried. I respect those effort. I hold them now in high regard. For all the foibles and follies of the Bible-- For all the catastrophes and excuses for abuse offered us in the Bible, I have found the gift of respecting it as a Living document to be read and utilized responsibly. I embrace the call to interpret it with all of the resources at my disposal AND bring to that interpretation my own experiences with the Love of God. I embrace the call to question the relevancy of the Bible in our lives, and if I find it to be meaningful and relevant, I embrace the call to share it.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share. ~Trish
We were taught a simple meditation in our first class. We began class with a moment of silence. we meditated in class. We are to meditate a minimum of 5 minutes per day and journal about our experience. Thought there is much more to "do" for that class, too, I am learning to stop thinking for a few moments each day. I am learning to calm my left brain, my critic, my judge. I am learning to think emptiness... to cease thinking.
It's wonderful.
My Introduction to the New Testament
After one week of classes at Bangor Theological Seminary, my reverence for great writers, poets, painters, and photographers has grown leaps and bounds. Through images, words, and metaphors, these wonderful human beings live out the following:
1) Experience, in some way, the Divine Creator and that Creator's Interaction with Humanity.
2) Attempt to express the depth, fullness, and magnitude of that experience on the canvas of his/her artistic field... photo paper, the written page, cloth stretched over wood.
3) Find that experience is worth sharing with others.
4) Offer it.
When I think about that process, I am filled with appreciation and awe. After reading on my own and discussing in class the canonization of the collection of books we now refer to as the New Testament, I now regard these books with much more respect and appreciation than even one week ago. Our teacher, P. Shelburg offered us the following thought. New Testament authors wrote to offer to others a "distillation of a transcendental experience." They moved through the process I described above. New Testament authors experienced the Love of God and the impact living in Sacred Community has on one's life. They tried to find ways to express this to others. They tried the direct approach. They tried metaphors. They tried story-telling. They tried painting pictures in words. From the frail and meek vehicle of language, they attempted to share about the majesty and strength of Love.
After you've experienced the grandeur and impact of True Love, how can words possibly relate it?
And yet, they tried. I respect those effort. I hold them now in high regard. For all the foibles and follies of the Bible-- For all the catastrophes and excuses for abuse offered us in the Bible, I have found the gift of respecting it as a Living document to be read and utilized responsibly. I embrace the call to interpret it with all of the resources at my disposal AND bring to that interpretation my own experiences with the Love of God. I embrace the call to question the relevancy of the Bible in our lives, and if I find it to be meaningful and relevant, I embrace the call to share it.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share. ~Trish
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Opening Convocation and a Wonderfully Needed Affirmation
Yesterday at noon, I attended the Opening Convocation of the 2010-2011 Bangor Theological Seminary school year.
Convocation, according to dictionary.com,
"a group of people gathered in answer to a summons; assembly."
Playing the prelude on a less than awe inspiring Casio keyboard was a little old woman. She feebly poked through the piece as if both the keyboard and the music were new to her. She connected the notes, mostly in the right time and mostly the right notes... at least that's how it sounded to my fairly adept yet musically untrained ears. It seemed like she was in a great rush to get through it. The sound was hurried and weak. I could hear the keys being touched as frequently as I heard the music of the keyboard singing throughout the room. Lest one might think this post is to bash on that little old lady, it it quite to the contrary. Here's what I Heard as she played.
I heard the footsteps of humanity, even me, rushing feebly about Creation. I heard the urge of us all to get from point A to point B, from appointment/class/day A to appointment/class/day B. I heard an attempt to do it right... to live our lives like we Should; the attempts are not just to force ourselves to do good, no! Yet, even those days when we find the best of ourselves having greeted God in prayer, meditation, and moments of recognition of the Sacredness of life itself, yes, even on those days at times there is striving. It is part of us. A part that must be diligently questioned, observed, loved, tended to, made to be honest with us. I heard, as this little old lady played, BLESS HER TODAY!, the reminder to let God catch me. I clearly heard the Source of all Wonder calling me to slow down and be caught and captivated by God and God's Spirit.
A couple times, I heard a chord played that was Perfection. Maybe 2 times in that whole long prelude. Interesting that though I heard such little Perfection, the entire offering of her ministry of music was such a blessing.
We were reminded by President Robert Ulery yesterday that the call to ministry is the call to a Very Hard Thing. (As an aside, if I can speak like him when this is over, every penny will have been well-spent!) He spoke to the biblical story of Elijah and Elishah, yet his point was a plea, a suggestion, an urge, a lovingly-offered gem of wisdom to us who would aspire to be ministers. "Tend to your own Spiritual Lives"
Grace and Peace to you, Bangor Theological Seminary. Thank you for the experience of affirmation yesterday telling me that yes, indeed, I am just where I need to be.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share. Trish
Convocation, according to dictionary.com,
"a group of people gathered in answer to a summons; assembly."
I heard the footsteps of humanity, even me, rushing feebly about Creation. I heard the urge of us all to get from point A to point B, from appointment/class/day A to appointment/class/day B. I heard an attempt to do it right... to live our lives like we Should; the attempts are not just to force ourselves to do good, no! Yet, even those days when we find the best of ourselves having greeted God in prayer, meditation, and moments of recognition of the Sacredness of life itself, yes, even on those days at times there is striving. It is part of us. A part that must be diligently questioned, observed, loved, tended to, made to be honest with us. I heard, as this little old lady played, BLESS HER TODAY!, the reminder to let God catch me. I clearly heard the Source of all Wonder calling me to slow down and be caught and captivated by God and God's Spirit.
A couple times, I heard a chord played that was Perfection. Maybe 2 times in that whole long prelude. Interesting that though I heard such little Perfection, the entire offering of her ministry of music was such a blessing.
We were reminded by President Robert Ulery yesterday that the call to ministry is the call to a Very Hard Thing. (As an aside, if I can speak like him when this is over, every penny will have been well-spent!) He spoke to the biblical story of Elijah and Elishah, yet his point was a plea, a suggestion, an urge, a lovingly-offered gem of wisdom to us who would aspire to be ministers. "Tend to your own Spiritual Lives"
Grace and Peace to you, Bangor Theological Seminary. Thank you for the experience of affirmation yesterday telling me that yes, indeed, I am just where I need to be.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace... that we all might share. Trish
Monday, September 6, 2010
I failed... so I'm starting over
Today, I came to grips with the fact that I failed. My first attempt at a blog failed. I decided to finally delete it. I decided to start over. Just as I was about to click "delete", I thought again.
My (extremely abbreviated) internal dialogue went something like this,
"Wouldn't that be just like you, Trish. You didn't do it perfectly, so you decide to just get rid of it and start something new. That's just great! (My bitter sarcasm comes out most aggressively in my own self-judgment.) You're really good at abandoning ship when things get a little tricky, messy, and you're not the center of attention. (One little detail of life spiraled into extreme absolute generalizations about being horrible at life.) You could delete it. Or, you could try something else. "
So, long story short, I'm trying something new. I'm starting over. Except, I'm building on my own failure this time.
I'm keeping the same old blog name-- it's descriptive of me, my life, and my beliefs about each of our journeys.
I'm not deleting any old posts-- they were and are part of me.
I'm not expecting anyone to read-- this is as much for me as anyone else. I need to write. Although I am going to post these as Facebook notes as well.
BUT there is one thing. I've started something entirely new. It's called SEMINARY.
I'm hoping 3 things for this new attempt at a sharing of information via blog.
1) Share some of what I'm learning, reading, experiencing, growing into at Bangor Theological Seminary.
2) Share and comment on youth ministry experiences throughout New England Mission Center.
3) Examine my interest in "Calling" as a spiritual destiny through which we all either come to the Divine or avoid the Divine to varying degrees.
So, blessings to me as I pray I will do this understanding that writing is a necessary part of my own spiritual formation.
And blessings to you as I pray you will do whatever is necessary for your own spiritual well-being.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace-- that we all might share them.
Trish
My (extremely abbreviated) internal dialogue went something like this,
"Wouldn't that be just like you, Trish. You didn't do it perfectly, so you decide to just get rid of it and start something new. That's just great! (My bitter sarcasm comes out most aggressively in my own self-judgment.) You're really good at abandoning ship when things get a little tricky, messy, and you're not the center of attention. (One little detail of life spiraled into extreme absolute generalizations about being horrible at life.) You could delete it. Or, you could try something else. "
So, long story short, I'm trying something new. I'm starting over. Except, I'm building on my own failure this time.
I'm keeping the same old blog name-- it's descriptive of me, my life, and my beliefs about each of our journeys.
I'm not deleting any old posts-- they were and are part of me.
I'm not expecting anyone to read-- this is as much for me as anyone else. I need to write. Although I am going to post these as Facebook notes as well.
BUT there is one thing. I've started something entirely new. It's called SEMINARY.
I'm hoping 3 things for this new attempt at a sharing of information via blog.
1) Share some of what I'm learning, reading, experiencing, growing into at Bangor Theological Seminary.
2) Share and comment on youth ministry experiences throughout New England Mission Center.
3) Examine my interest in "Calling" as a spiritual destiny through which we all either come to the Divine or avoid the Divine to varying degrees.
So, blessings to me as I pray I will do this understanding that writing is a necessary part of my own spiritual formation.
And blessings to you as I pray you will do whatever is necessary for your own spiritual well-being.
Joy, Hope, Love, and Peace-- that we all might share them.
Trish
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Been to the Heart of the Country... now South to the Cape!
When I taught, my summer's were broken into the following categories of time.
1) Swimming lessons until the 4th of July.
2) Absolutely NOTHING. (July 3-mid August)
3) Excitement and Dread- teacher's, do you feel me?) for another school year (mid August until the moment school began).
My days were spent with little scheduling, really. Just spending as much time as possible with family and friends and myself.
Now, my summer is broken into these categories.
1) Pray!
2) Prep for summer... directing camps and chaperoning trips and teaching/leading at reunions. (end of spring-mid June)
3) Pray!
4) Look ahead to 7 weeks of ministry...
5) Pray!!! And take some nice easy breaths to relieve any anxiety felt.
6) Week 1... Jr. High/Sr. High Camp... pray!
7) Week 2... Jr. Camp... pray!
8) Week 3... Maine Reunion... pray!
9) Week 4... IYF in Independence... pray!
10) Week 5... Headed for Onset Campgrounds for Onset Reunion... pray!
11) Week 6... Plan for Jr. / Jr. High camp in Onset... pray!
12) Week 7... Camp Pastor at Onset Campgrounds... pray!
13) Where did that summer go??? ... Huge prayer of gratitude!
Is it just me that notices quite a change in my schedule? =]
I couldn't be happier!
I am in between # 9 and 10 right now... Cassy and I are finishing re-packing in Lexington, MA to head down to Onset, MA Reunion.
We just returned from IYF, International Youth Forum, in Independence.
Let's just say it was one of the most refreshing, invigorating, affirming experiences I have had in quite some time. I might go so far as to describe it as "defining" in my life/work/ministry.
Cassy and Christian were there. Check out signalkids.blogspot.com for updates and pictures coming soon from Cassy's perspective. Also, check out cofchrist.org/IYF for pictures.
We must have about 20 kids going in 2013. It's amazing! And we should have time to get that many by then... challenge, who's on board for that?
Excited for mid-summer reflection time, I am.
Peace and Hope to each and all, Trish
1) Swimming lessons until the 4th of July.
2) Absolutely NOTHING. (July 3-mid August)
3) Excitement and Dread- teacher's, do you feel me?) for another school year (mid August until the moment school began).
My days were spent with little scheduling, really. Just spending as much time as possible with family and friends and myself.
Now, my summer is broken into these categories.
1) Pray!
2) Prep for summer... directing camps and chaperoning trips and teaching/leading at reunions. (end of spring-mid June)
3) Pray!
4) Look ahead to 7 weeks of ministry...
5) Pray!!! And take some nice easy breaths to relieve any anxiety felt.
6) Week 1... Jr. High/Sr. High Camp... pray!
7) Week 2... Jr. Camp... pray!
8) Week 3... Maine Reunion... pray!
9) Week 4... IYF in Independence... pray!
10) Week 5... Headed for Onset Campgrounds for Onset Reunion... pray!
11) Week 6... Plan for Jr. / Jr. High camp in Onset... pray!
12) Week 7... Camp Pastor at Onset Campgrounds... pray!
13) Where did that summer go??? ... Huge prayer of gratitude!
Is it just me that notices quite a change in my schedule? =]
I couldn't be happier!
I am in between # 9 and 10 right now... Cassy and I are finishing re-packing in Lexington, MA to head down to Onset, MA Reunion.
We just returned from IYF, International Youth Forum, in Independence.
Let's just say it was one of the most refreshing, invigorating, affirming experiences I have had in quite some time. I might go so far as to describe it as "defining" in my life/work/ministry.
Cassy and Christian were there. Check out signalkids.blogspot.com for updates and pictures coming soon from Cassy's perspective. Also, check out cofchrist.org/IYF for pictures.
We must have about 20 kids going in 2013. It's amazing! And we should have time to get that many by then... challenge, who's on board for that?
Excited for mid-summer reflection time, I am.
Peace and Hope to each and all, Trish
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I am so thankful to have an assistant!
This morning, I am truly amazed. It is 9:33 am. Choice classes are beginning... origami (taught by my older sister, San!), volleyball, and cooking (taught by my Mom, graham cracker pie!)... and I have a spare moment to organize my thoughts about camp. This means that neither do I have a list 10 or 15 activities long nor am I "putting out fires" as they crop up.
But how can this be?
For the past full month, I have eaten, slept, prayed, thought about, and in all other ways shaped my life around camps and the summer camping season. This has mostly consisted of waking between 6 and 7, first thought on camp and what to do to be fully prepared. My original list was single spaced and 2 pages... if I don't write it down, it won't happen. Of course, there was lots of answering e-mails, phone calls, etc... making my list grow as I tried to make it shrink! Generally, sleep came between 11 pm and 1 am. I am thankful for the uplift of youth and prayer to get through a month of this as I generally require much more sleep.
Well, the list shrank as our first camp, Jr. High/Sr. High camp approached. That meant I was closer to ready for campers and staff to arrive. 4 trips to Camp Winni later, everything had been delivered, and I and the staff were ready for campers.
As the week progressed, I quickly realized that this camp would be an amazing blessing for my outlook on directing camps and "coordinating'' a youth program. I have to say that it truly was one of the funnest weeks of my entire 27 years. I laughed and smiled so much during this camp! BUT... sleep still seemed to elude me. Midnight, 1 am, 2 am to bed... 6 am to rise.
So, how, back in the midst of another camp, JUNIOR Camp, do I all of a sudden have a few spare moments to collect some thoughts. The answer is clear and can be described in two words.
Cassy Billings
The Youth Ministry Coordinator Summer Assistant... My Summer Assistant
I cannot tell you all how great she has been. Reporting for "duty" on night one, before campers, she appeared poised, mature, and ready to act. First question was, "What can I do to get started?" Next, "So, how can I help?" And that type of question has been repeated over and over again for the past 4 days. I speak, or we brainstorm together, and Cassy makes it happen. I am so thankful to have an assistant! And the opportunity for Cassy is pretty tremendous as well, I dare say.
My level of appreciation for Life, camp, God, Love, family, and friends is running extremely high.
Cassy rocks.
In the send-off of C.S.... God is Love.
Peace and Hope, Trish
But how can this be?
For the past full month, I have eaten, slept, prayed, thought about, and in all other ways shaped my life around camps and the summer camping season. This has mostly consisted of waking between 6 and 7, first thought on camp and what to do to be fully prepared. My original list was single spaced and 2 pages... if I don't write it down, it won't happen. Of course, there was lots of answering e-mails, phone calls, etc... making my list grow as I tried to make it shrink! Generally, sleep came between 11 pm and 1 am. I am thankful for the uplift of youth and prayer to get through a month of this as I generally require much more sleep.
Well, the list shrank as our first camp, Jr. High/Sr. High camp approached. That meant I was closer to ready for campers and staff to arrive. 4 trips to Camp Winni later, everything had been delivered, and I and the staff were ready for campers.
As the week progressed, I quickly realized that this camp would be an amazing blessing for my outlook on directing camps and "coordinating'' a youth program. I have to say that it truly was one of the funnest weeks of my entire 27 years. I laughed and smiled so much during this camp! BUT... sleep still seemed to elude me. Midnight, 1 am, 2 am to bed... 6 am to rise.
So, how, back in the midst of another camp, JUNIOR Camp, do I all of a sudden have a few spare moments to collect some thoughts. The answer is clear and can be described in two words.
Cassy Billings
The Youth Ministry Coordinator Summer Assistant... My Summer Assistant
I cannot tell you all how great she has been. Reporting for "duty" on night one, before campers, she appeared poised, mature, and ready to act. First question was, "What can I do to get started?" Next, "So, how can I help?" And that type of question has been repeated over and over again for the past 4 days. I speak, or we brainstorm together, and Cassy makes it happen. I am so thankful to have an assistant! And the opportunity for Cassy is pretty tremendous as well, I dare say.
My level of appreciation for Life, camp, God, Love, family, and friends is running extremely high.
Cassy rocks.
In the send-off of C.S.... God is Love.
Peace and Hope, Trish
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Today, I was going to post...
Today, July 4th, I thought a lot about writing a post... My thoughts on camp, etc...
It's 11:11 am.
I'm deciding to go back to bed instead.
Peace and Hope! Trish
It's 11:11 am.
I'm deciding to go back to bed instead.
Peace and Hope! Trish
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
5 days until Camp...
5 days.
Just over 120 hours.
It feels surreal.
No problem, I thought. I can direct 2 camps, camp pastor another, teach Jr. High classes and run youth events at a couple of reunions with help (or assisting others as in Onset), travel out to Independence for IYF with 2 great high school students. I can do it.
Can I do it?
Well, I'll be honest, I'm nervous. I don't feel over-whelmed and that I can't do it. I just feel... well, like it's a big responsibility. Can I stay fresh, excited, engaging for all the kids I'll see? Can my mind and Spirit keep up with all that has to be done to run things smoothly? Can I stay in the attitude of prayer and humility throughout my days that will surely make the summer an amazing experience?
Lots to think about. I think I just won't think about it.
I'll try prayer.
You can try it, too.
For you, me, the youth, and our humanity living out divinity.
Peace and Hope, Trish
PS Each day, more campers sign up. I couldn't be more excited for this. God, friends, keep 'em comin'!
Just over 120 hours.
It feels surreal.
No problem, I thought. I can direct 2 camps, camp pastor another, teach Jr. High classes and run youth events at a couple of reunions with help (or assisting others as in Onset), travel out to Independence for IYF with 2 great high school students. I can do it.
Can I do it?
Well, I'll be honest, I'm nervous. I don't feel over-whelmed and that I can't do it. I just feel... well, like it's a big responsibility. Can I stay fresh, excited, engaging for all the kids I'll see? Can my mind and Spirit keep up with all that has to be done to run things smoothly? Can I stay in the attitude of prayer and humility throughout my days that will surely make the summer an amazing experience?
Lots to think about. I think I just won't think about it.
I'll try prayer.
You can try it, too.
For you, me, the youth, and our humanity living out divinity.
Peace and Hope, Trish
PS Each day, more campers sign up. I couldn't be more excited for this. God, friends, keep 'em comin'!
Friday, June 19, 2009
8 Days and Counting Down...
Camp Winniaugwamauk, our most precious and treasure campgrounds here in Maine will very soon be filled with campers, counselors, cooks, nurses, lifeguards, and tons and tons of GREAT ENERGY... the moving SPIRIT of God!!!
I, for one, am incredibly excited and honored to be a part of it all.
My prayer team must have been working over-time along with all the others who are praying and supporting the program because EVERY DAY more potential campers are in contact with me AND our staff is growing, too.
This morning, I am absolutely filled with gratitude for the potential of this summer... and for the reality of excitement that is building in our campers.
_______________________________
BIG NEWS!!! Jr. Camp is about to grow... We've decided to expand our age range from 3-5 grade to include 2nd graders as well. Now kids who have completed 2nd grade are invited as well. Please spread the word.
_______________________________
May God's spirit bring about the Purposes of our Creation.
Amen.
I, for one, am incredibly excited and honored to be a part of it all.
My prayer team must have been working over-time along with all the others who are praying and supporting the program because EVERY DAY more potential campers are in contact with me AND our staff is growing, too.
This morning, I am absolutely filled with gratitude for the potential of this summer... and for the reality of excitement that is building in our campers.
_______________________________
BIG NEWS!!! Jr. Camp is about to grow... We've decided to expand our age range from 3-5 grade to include 2nd graders as well. Now kids who have completed 2nd grade are invited as well. Please spread the word.
_______________________________
May God's spirit bring about the Purposes of our Creation.
Amen.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wow! That was hard work.
So, today, we cleaned up the waterfront. Again.
Two weeks ago, we started.
Today, we continued.
Dave Long, who will be a summer hero should he do what he plans, will finish next weekend.
The waterfront at Camp Winniaugwamauk gets inundated each year with leaves and debris that blow ashore. Each year it is a large project to get it cleaned up and ready for camp. Imagine, then, what a job it is to clean it up if the job doesn't happen for a year... 2 years worth. How much would 3 years be?!?
Well, folks, we were facing more like 4 or 5 years worth. Each year the entry way to the water has gotten smaller and smaller. But this year, it's wide open! No more debris. Let me describe it this way... our water front is like Hulk Hogan's yellow shirt as he prepared to battle a wrestling foe. In recent years, it has been small openings to get to the larger lake... much like the little rips in Senor Hogan's shirt. But this year, it's all clear and ready for kids to tear in to that lake!... muck like the Hulk-Man himself, tearing that shirt right open in excitement for battle!
If that analogy makes any sense... awesome! If not, I've been shoveling and cleaning ALL DAY! and it's late... excuse my crazy brain.
Either way. Hard work, but GREAT people helping out.
I'm so excited for camps I'm just about to burst. I hope I don't... summer wouldn't be as much fun if I had to be duct taped back together.
More on camps soon.
Peace and Hope! Trish
Two weeks ago, we started.
Today, we continued.
Dave Long, who will be a summer hero should he do what he plans, will finish next weekend.
The waterfront at Camp Winniaugwamauk gets inundated each year with leaves and debris that blow ashore. Each year it is a large project to get it cleaned up and ready for camp. Imagine, then, what a job it is to clean it up if the job doesn't happen for a year... 2 years worth. How much would 3 years be?!?
Well, folks, we were facing more like 4 or 5 years worth. Each year the entry way to the water has gotten smaller and smaller. But this year, it's wide open! No more debris. Let me describe it this way... our water front is like Hulk Hogan's yellow shirt as he prepared to battle a wrestling foe. In recent years, it has been small openings to get to the larger lake... much like the little rips in Senor Hogan's shirt. But this year, it's all clear and ready for kids to tear in to that lake!... muck like the Hulk-Man himself, tearing that shirt right open in excitement for battle!
If that analogy makes any sense... awesome! If not, I've been shoveling and cleaning ALL DAY! and it's late... excuse my crazy brain.
Either way. Hard work, but GREAT people helping out.
I'm so excited for camps I'm just about to burst. I hope I don't... summer wouldn't be as much fun if I had to be duct taped back together.
More on camps soon.
Peace and Hope! Trish
Friday, May 29, 2009
Let the Self-Judgment END!
HI All,
OK, seriously... how hard is it to jump on the internet and write an update about what I'm up to. After all, that's my goal with this blog... to give people an opportunity to know where I am, what I'm thinking, and where the youth program is going.
How hard is it to put my thoughts together in a coherent form that will share a bit of my experience with the world?
How difficult can it be to DO what I say I will do?
Not that hard AT ALL, folks. Really, not that hard.
But instead, I think I'll just not... because if I don't, then I can judge myself each time I think about what I'm NOT doing. And if I'm not judging myself, being my most horrible critic, then what would my mind have to do?
Would I then have time to ponder the beauty of spring? Smell the gorgeous lilacs as they continue to bloom? Eye my lillies each time I step out into my driveway? Sit and breathe in the change of season in all its wonder? Love, enjoy, laugh with all my softball players each afternoon as we toss the ball around? Stand in awe of my nieces and nephew as they grow so fast?
Would I then have time to let the excitement grow for a tremendous summer of camps and faith-related events? Would I stand in awe as I consider myself walking in the footsteps of so many AMAZING people who have worked with youth in camps in the past?
Perhaps, I would have time, then, if I stopped judging myself, to let my mind be clear... open... expansive... to appreciate life and the opportunities therein...
Well... good news! By GRACE, and acceptance of myself and my life and my humanity, I have largely LET THE SELF-JUDGMENT END. And I have, as stated in Romans, found that as I stepped out into the Goodness of God, God was there waiting for me with so much more than I could have imagined.
I have enjoyed all of the things above.
I am getting so excited for a summer of... well, for a summer of something NEW!
And, I'm finally writing a blog post.
My hope and prayer is to continue each week... and that I'll hear some feedback from you.
In peace and with Hope, Trish
OK, seriously... how hard is it to jump on the internet and write an update about what I'm up to. After all, that's my goal with this blog... to give people an opportunity to know where I am, what I'm thinking, and where the youth program is going.
How hard is it to put my thoughts together in a coherent form that will share a bit of my experience with the world?
How difficult can it be to DO what I say I will do?
Not that hard AT ALL, folks. Really, not that hard.
But instead, I think I'll just not... because if I don't, then I can judge myself each time I think about what I'm NOT doing. And if I'm not judging myself, being my most horrible critic, then what would my mind have to do?
Would I then have time to ponder the beauty of spring? Smell the gorgeous lilacs as they continue to bloom? Eye my lillies each time I step out into my driveway? Sit and breathe in the change of season in all its wonder? Love, enjoy, laugh with all my softball players each afternoon as we toss the ball around? Stand in awe of my nieces and nephew as they grow so fast?
Would I then have time to let the excitement grow for a tremendous summer of camps and faith-related events? Would I stand in awe as I consider myself walking in the footsteps of so many AMAZING people who have worked with youth in camps in the past?
Perhaps, I would have time, then, if I stopped judging myself, to let my mind be clear... open... expansive... to appreciate life and the opportunities therein...
Well... good news! By GRACE, and acceptance of myself and my life and my humanity, I have largely LET THE SELF-JUDGMENT END. And I have, as stated in Romans, found that as I stepped out into the Goodness of God, God was there waiting for me with so much more than I could have imagined.
I have enjoyed all of the things above.
I am getting so excited for a summer of... well, for a summer of something NEW!
And, I'm finally writing a blog post.
My hope and prayer is to continue each week... and that I'll hear some feedback from you.
In peace and with Hope, Trish
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I Love it when the Spirit Moves... especially when I get to write and share!
Happy Almost Easter to All!
I believe it was just a couple of blog posts ago when I stated my intent for this whole operation on blogspot. I wanted to provide a place for people to regularly follow "me" (as Youth Ministry Coordinator), my thoughts, my adventures with youth.
There are two major obstacles to that attempt:
1) I am a move "as the Spirit moves" type. I clean, call, go, do, eat, etc.. as the Spirit moves. Although routine and discipline are great for me, I sometimes forego them to my nature... to move and change course and direction as naturally as the wind.
2) For the past 6 weeks or so, I have not been able to keep up with following myself. Mostly, I have followed my car, and Trixie (the female name for my Toyota Matrix; when in his male form, I call him Matthew or Matty... I like to give my car liberties to be whatever I need it to be) has taken it upon herself, seemingly, to turn her wheels to the tune of about 4,000 miles in the past 6 weeks.
The Great News... It seems that my Matrix has been following the Call of a Great Source of Life, Peace, Inspiration, and Wellness. And my ride, in turn, has been tremendous!
8 Quick Updates:
1) My Lenten Journey of Time offered to God has led me to a thankful and unreservedly loving place of Spirit. One of my happiest outcomes has been that I catch myself smiling much more frequently and at odd moments! I hope this is shared with others.
(I should admit that many days I did not complete my original objective of 30 specific minutes of reverie with God... perhaps some might say then that I failed. I don't feel that way AT ALL. When our intentions are pure, our lives are transformed. This, I believe.)
2) Priesthood Retreat in Rhode Island... AWESOME.
Met many new people. Received great suggestions and inspiration for the youth program. Showed off the webpage! allarecalled.org Spent more time with "We Share" doc from the church... please read this if you have not. It is worthy of time and reflection.
http://www.cofchrist.org/discernment/weshare/default.asp
3) Jr. High Ski Retreat in Freeport... GREAT! 12 kids / 12 - 15 adult helpers
Read all about it and see pics at allarecalled.org under the retreat tab.
So fun! And many, I hope all, will be back for camp.
I hear Freeport is getting some youth "stuff" going now! Go Freeport!
4) IYF Bangkok... only about 40 days until Jon and Nate head for Thailand.
In Lexington, we got started on our pilgrimate with them and their super-exciting trip with a family night, Bangkok Trivia Challenge, and a start up to the send-off service. Again, more info about the trip and the guys on youth webpage... Am I repeating myself? I'm telling you, there's lots of info there! =]
5) About half of camp mailings/ invitations for youth to attend are out... the rest will go in a couple of days! (If you know any young people grades 3-12 or anyone willing to help out, get in touch!)
6) April is camp planning month for me and things are coming together. We've still got a long way to go to be fully staffed and ready for youth but the directors of both Camp Winniaugwamauk (me) and Camp Muddy Cove (Kendra King and Matt Schmetz) are hopeful, serious about what we're doing, and extremely excited with maybe a few nerves, for camps this year. There will be many ways to help out listed on the "news and needs" tab at allarecalled.org soon.
7) Holy Week classes and church services with Bill Gardner and guest ministry Jan and Allen Kraybill have been, thus far, among the greatest church and worship experiences of my life. Monday in Brewer, Tuesday in Jonesport, and tonight in Stonington... they were meaningful, relevant, thought-provoking, and Spirit-infused. It is a great opportunity to learn from Bill. (I know he signs my paycheck, but he'd sign it even if I said bad stuff about him, I think =] ) I have been reminded of how knowledgeable he is and how much I always enjoyed, as a teenager and in my early twenties, listening to and learning from him. I enjoyed it very much again this week. And Jan.... her gifts are beyond words. She touched my very Soul.
8) American Camping Association Annual Conference in Manchester, New Hampshire and time with Tiverton congregation.
Oh man! This was one of my favorite weekends ever! Loads of ideas for camping and a vision for the youth program is formulating more fully in this brain of mine... many thanks to all those interested and especially all those prayers being offered!
The Spirit has moved, and I have finally written.
I would like to say I'll write again next week. ...
Until next time...
May communities of peace, true love, and joy take shape around you, Trish
I believe it was just a couple of blog posts ago when I stated my intent for this whole operation on blogspot. I wanted to provide a place for people to regularly follow "me" (as Youth Ministry Coordinator), my thoughts, my adventures with youth.
There are two major obstacles to that attempt:
1) I am a move "as the Spirit moves" type. I clean, call, go, do, eat, etc.. as the Spirit moves. Although routine and discipline are great for me, I sometimes forego them to my nature... to move and change course and direction as naturally as the wind.
2) For the past 6 weeks or so, I have not been able to keep up with following myself. Mostly, I have followed my car, and Trixie (the female name for my Toyota Matrix; when in his male form, I call him Matthew or Matty... I like to give my car liberties to be whatever I need it to be) has taken it upon herself, seemingly, to turn her wheels to the tune of about 4,000 miles in the past 6 weeks.
The Great News... It seems that my Matrix has been following the Call of a Great Source of Life, Peace, Inspiration, and Wellness. And my ride, in turn, has been tremendous!
8 Quick Updates:
1) My Lenten Journey of Time offered to God has led me to a thankful and unreservedly loving place of Spirit. One of my happiest outcomes has been that I catch myself smiling much more frequently and at odd moments! I hope this is shared with others.
(I should admit that many days I did not complete my original objective of 30 specific minutes of reverie with God... perhaps some might say then that I failed. I don't feel that way AT ALL. When our intentions are pure, our lives are transformed. This, I believe.)
2) Priesthood Retreat in Rhode Island... AWESOME.
Met many new people. Received great suggestions and inspiration for the youth program. Showed off the webpage! allarecalled.org Spent more time with "We Share" doc from the church... please read this if you have not. It is worthy of time and reflection.
http://www.cofchrist.org/discernment/weshare/default.asp
3) Jr. High Ski Retreat in Freeport... GREAT! 12 kids / 12 - 15 adult helpers
Read all about it and see pics at allarecalled.org under the retreat tab.
So fun! And many, I hope all, will be back for camp.
I hear Freeport is getting some youth "stuff" going now! Go Freeport!
4) IYF Bangkok... only about 40 days until Jon and Nate head for Thailand.
In Lexington, we got started on our pilgrimate with them and their super-exciting trip with a family night, Bangkok Trivia Challenge, and a start up to the send-off service. Again, more info about the trip and the guys on youth webpage... Am I repeating myself? I'm telling you, there's lots of info there! =]
5) About half of camp mailings/ invitations for youth to attend are out... the rest will go in a couple of days! (If you know any young people grades 3-12 or anyone willing to help out, get in touch!)
6) April is camp planning month for me and things are coming together. We've still got a long way to go to be fully staffed and ready for youth but the directors of both Camp Winniaugwamauk (me) and Camp Muddy Cove (Kendra King and Matt Schmetz) are hopeful, serious about what we're doing, and extremely excited with maybe a few nerves, for camps this year. There will be many ways to help out listed on the "news and needs" tab at allarecalled.org soon.
7) Holy Week classes and church services with Bill Gardner and guest ministry Jan and Allen Kraybill have been, thus far, among the greatest church and worship experiences of my life. Monday in Brewer, Tuesday in Jonesport, and tonight in Stonington... they were meaningful, relevant, thought-provoking, and Spirit-infused. It is a great opportunity to learn from Bill. (I know he signs my paycheck, but he'd sign it even if I said bad stuff about him, I think =] ) I have been reminded of how knowledgeable he is and how much I always enjoyed, as a teenager and in my early twenties, listening to and learning from him. I enjoyed it very much again this week. And Jan.... her gifts are beyond words. She touched my very Soul.
8) American Camping Association Annual Conference in Manchester, New Hampshire and time with Tiverton congregation.
Oh man! This was one of my favorite weekends ever! Loads of ideas for camping and a vision for the youth program is formulating more fully in this brain of mine... many thanks to all those interested and especially all those prayers being offered!
The Spirit has moved, and I have finally written.
I would like to say I'll write again next week. ...
Until next time...
May communities of peace, true love, and joy take shape around you, Trish
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