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Sometimes I Just Have To Laugh

Sometimes I just have to laugh at the situations in which I find myself. Tonight was one of those times.

It's Friday evening and I'm at Bloom, pushing a massive grocery cart. Behind me is Seema, my older (60s?) friend from Pakistan, pushing her own massive grocery cart. Behind her is RoseAnn, a heavyset grandmotherly type woman with gray hair who likes to talk a lot. She, too, is pushing a large grocery cart. As we caravan through the store I look back and see Seema munching on Potato Chips which she has not yet purchased. "I'M HUNGRY!" she announces, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. I can't help but chuckle to myself.

These are a couple of the women I work with. We're all out food shopping for an upcoming Parent Resource Room event. Not exactly a Friday evening out on the town, but it makes my heart happy. :)

More Lenten Reflections

There is a wonderful, gifted teacher at the school where I work. Her son, Paul, has spina bifida. Recently she shared with me (somewhat perplexedly) about Paul's deep faith in Jesus. At my request, she gave me a copy of an article in which her priest references Paul. This excerpt from the Arlington Catholic Herald speaks to a deep place in my heart. Fr. Peterson writes:

There is a graduate student at Marymount who has developed a deep faith and trust in God, and is an inspiration to many of us on campus. He is confined to a wheelchair because he has spina bifida, a spinal cord birth defect that leaves those afflicted with it paralyzed in various ways. This young man is paralyzed from the waist down. He got involved with campus ministry in a variety of ways during his undergraduate years, beginning as a volunteer in our office.

This amazing young man has endured countless trials in his life, most of them connected with his condition. He has also had to endure the death of his father following a four year battle with cancer. Throughout these last five years his faith has become strong and deep. He recently spoke to students at an event on campus about disabilities and faith. He explained that his belief in God and his acceptance of God’s love for him has made all the difference in the world to him. He has been strengthened to completely surrender his life to God and to trust that Our Lord has a special plan for his life. While he still dreams about being able to walk one day, he said that his faith in God is the factor that has enabled him to be strong in the face of his challenges, generous with his time in service of others, patient with those around him who often misunderstand him, and hope-filled while embracing the cross of living with spina bifida. The faith of this young man is truly inspirational on so many levels.

This Lent, let us pray earnestly and ask God to deepen our faith in His love and His loving plans for us, especially when they do not make sense to us. Let us seek the grace to embrace our crosses and allow them to increase our virtue and be a channel of God’s strength. Let us find great inspiration in the lives of those around us and those who have gone before us like Abraham to be men and women of deep faith in Almighty God.

If that last paragraph doesn't nail it, I don't know what does.

Reflecting on Ash Wednesday

I didn't grow up in a highly liturgical faith tradition. Consequently, at 27, this was the first year I participated in an Ash Wednesday service. I found it quite meaningful to have ashes smudged on my forehead while hearing the words, "Remember, O woman, that you are dust and to dust you will return." During a moment of reflection that night, I wrote,

Self sufficient?

There is a sense in which this his nothing more than an outright lie

Show me the man who thinks he is self-sufficient and I will ask him,

"From where does your next breath come?"

As I sit here,

watching smoldering flames

dwindling to coals, then ash,

I think of Hil's mom

on her deathbed...

Woman, you leave behind loved ones

surprised by your sudden departure;

you leave behind tears, aching hearts -

a poignant reminder taht nothing can be taken for granted.

Soon I will follow you.

I am dust

and to dust I will return.

This season, I am continually impressed by the fragility of life and the fact that we can take nothing for granted. We must hold loosely. We're not entitled to anything. It's all here today, gone tomorrow. I find Solomon's words resonating in my heart: "Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!"

Yancey, summarizes a similar sentiment well in his chapter on the book of Ecclesiastes in The Bible Jesus Read: "Our best attempts backfire. We learn to prolong life, yet fail to provide meaning for the people permanently attached to the whirring machines – and so Kevorkians arise with alternative solutions. We bring antibiotics to underdeveloped countries, only to see the infant mortality rates plummet, populations soar, and the specter of famine rear up. We dump a hundred billion dollars into a War on Poverty and end up with more poor people than ever before."

Yancey goes on to offer this commentary on Solomon's words in the book of Ecclesiastes, "Somehow, the teacher counsels at the end, take the leap of faith and believe that there is a God, and that this life will make sense one day: when the eternity in our hearts will find its Sabbath rest, when the burden of the gods will settle on our resurrected shoulders with a bearable lightness of being."

Most of the time I believe this. Sometimes I succumb to doubt.

Witch Hazel Evangelist

I know it's kind of lame to not post for a while and then, when I do post, write about something as trivial as this, but I just have to share the wealth with ma girls. Ladies, Witch Hazel is my new amazing facial care discover! The hell with Mary Kay and Arbonne and all of these other pricy products. A $4.19 bottle of Witch Hazel does the trick. It's a 100% natural cleanser and toner in one. Try it and let me know what you think.

Winter Break in a Nutshell

1/1/09, ~8:00 am:

As I write, my bus is departing South Station. I am exchanging the grandeur of one great city (Boston), for the grandeur of another (D.C.), though I live in the heart of neither. Welcome to 2009, Jen.

My vacation started out with a bang. 15 minutes after departing the station in D.C., my bus broke down. 2 hours on the side of the road and a few phone calls later, I said "goodbye" to my newfound Belgian Professor friend and "hello" (again) to my buddy, Ryan, who had dropped me off that morning. Ryan graciously agreed to transport me from point "breakdown" to point "pick up", where my generous friends, Matt and Kendra, who were traveling to NH by car, would collect me a few hours later. In between, Ryan and I had time to grab a yummy Chinese meal as well as a cup of coffee and discuss how people change/grow/get beyond the crap in their past. As always, it was an enlightening time of verbal processing. Fun car time with matt and Kendra followed. I was delighted to find kindred spirits who enjoy playing "2 Truths and a Lie" as much as I do. Gotta' love the life-long influence of youth ministry on a person... :)
So, that's how my winter break started. Other highlights included:


1. Snow!
I enjoyed a white Christmas and watching the flakes fall while I sat inside a warm house, nestled in front of the fireplace. I also enjoyed the fact that I would soon be returning to a warmer climate and would not have to endure four more months of this weather!

2. Wayfam Girls' Day Out

Mom, Meg and I spent a Saturday bonding over manicures, lunch out and shopping. It feels good to spoil yourself every once in a while; Mom's birthday and Christmas gifts provided the perfect excuse to do so!

3. Time with Friends

It used to be that when I came home I would try to squeeze in as much people-time as possible. I marvel at the way my socializing tendencies have changed. Ever since my time in Africa, I've noticed my introvert tendencies poking out in unexpected ways. I didn't get to see as many friends as I would have liked (partially because some folks were out of town for the holidays), but I'm so grateful for the time I did have with so many wonderful, quality people.

4. Paula's Cinnamon Roles

I ate THE ABSOLUTE BEST cinnamon roles I have EVER h ad in my ENTIRE life and then, was blown away when Paula surprised me with a batch of these made special for my mom's birthday breakfast.

5. Mom's Birthday Breakfast

Complete with the presence of Aunt Sheri and Ryan (Meg's boyfriend)

6. Late Night conversations with my dear, dear sister

7. Watching "The Tale of Despereaux"

A must see for all ages! My favorite quote: "Whenever you have hope, you're never really anybody's prisoner."

8. Watching old family movies with my family

Though, I must admit that while the flicks made me laugh harder than I have in a while, there was a deep twinge of embarrassment mixed in with the laughter. (Were we really that lame? Was I smoking crack when I dressed myself? What was I thinking when I acted that way?)

Maybe it was the mixture of watching old family movies and being back in the land of past versions of myself that made going home both wonderful and, at times, depressing. In some ways I am the same old Jen I've always been; in other ways, I'm not. I think differently, I live differently, I relate to people differently, and (thank God!) I dress differently. I have history in this place. I have history and love and relationships and experiences that have shaped me and made me the woman I am today. There's a love here that will always be "home" for me. I will hold onto all that is good. But I do not need to be confined by my past failures, roles and paradigms...

As my bus journeys on toward NY on this fine day, January 1, 2009, I think about some of my goals and hopes for this next year: Join a gym and start exercising on a more regular basis...read through the Bible in one year. (Just kidding! I gave up on those darn reading plans a while ago. Somwhere around Leviticus I always drop out.) But seriously, I do want to make more sacred space in my life... work on being content...play music....start on my Master's degree...

The irony in all of this is that it's quite possible that 10-20 years from now I'll be watching old home movies of myself, now, (in whatever technological form they may take) and think, Was I really that lame? Was I smoking crack when I dressed myself? What was I thinking when I acted that way?

Making Up For Lost Time

As a kid I attended more than my fair share of lame church Harvest Parties, which were meant to serve as some kind of substitute for Trick-or-Treating. Let me tell ya, there's nothing like dressing up as a bible character and eating donuts off a string… It was better than nothing, yet still left something to be desired.

This year for Halloween, I decided it was time to start making up for lost fun. On Friday night I went Trick-or-Treating with friends’ kids. I selflessly (wink, wink) helped “lighten the load” whenever the candy buckets became too heavy to carry as we went door-to-door collecting the goods. I also helped pass out candy to the kids who came to our door(s). Tons of fun! Though, I must admit, I was amazed at how many kids skipped the “Trick or Treat” line all together and simply made a mad dash for the candy. A bit disheartening, but not enough to dampen my spirits!

Tonight I went to a Halloween party at another friend’s house dressed, from head to toe, as a cat. This was never my intention! I was merely looking for a simple mask to wear. Somehow I ended up in a skin-tight, leopard body suit which I ended up wearing all night long! I’m placing all blame on my friend, Tina, for this one. However, I must admit, it feels good to be making up for lost time. :)