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terrypurple73William and I had CLC tonight, and it did what apparently CLCs do- made me cry a bit. But it was okay, and we had a good talk. The CLC-over-the-phone thing has taken a bit to get used to, but it went better tonight- deeper than it had been going. That just reinforces how important this kind of regular reflection is for me, as well as how well William can read me. I started talking about things that were happening, and when I finally paused, he asked, “How are you feeling about it?” It seems that when I start talking about events and leave out my own reaction, it becomes apparent that I need to be asked. CLC just helps, that’s all.
My heart soared a bit tonight when I got email back from Will. I’d dropped him a note saying congrats on his new job and all that excitement, and he wrote me back a really nice email, the kind with words that make me remember how awesome he really can be. I do wish, in a lot of ways, that he and I had met earlier. He said it, and I agree. And he said he liked spacking with me too. :) I did, and I do, care about him. Who knows how things could have turned out with different timing. Lord knows nearly everyone could say that about way too many things in her life....
My grandpa came home today after two nights in the hospital for some tests. Nothing back yet other than they don’t think the spell he had was any kind of stroke. I’m feeling pretty strong about it, and decently upbeat, but I don’t know that there’s any other option. There’s not really anything I can do that the rest of my family isn’t already doing, other than checking in on things this weekend. A lot is out of my hands.
Romero’s words have this alternating effect on me, both tearing me apart to feel so far removed and incapable, and at the same time strengthening me and encouraging me that I do make differences and that work is worthwhile.
It helps, now and then, to step back
and take a long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
it is even beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction
of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work.
Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying
that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No pastoral visit brings wholeness.
No program accomplishes the church's mission.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted,
knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation
in realizing that. This enables us to do something,
and to do it very well. It may be incomplete,
but it is a beginning, a step along the way,
an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference
between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
Amen.
My heart soared a bit tonight when I got email back from Will. I’d dropped him a note saying congrats on his new job and all that excitement, and he wrote me back a really nice email, the kind with words that make me remember how awesome he really can be. I do wish, in a lot of ways, that he and I had met earlier. He said it, and I agree. And he said he liked spacking with me too. :) I did, and I do, care about him. Who knows how things could have turned out with different timing. Lord knows nearly everyone could say that about way too many things in her life....
My grandpa came home today after two nights in the hospital for some tests. Nothing back yet other than they don’t think the spell he had was any kind of stroke. I’m feeling pretty strong about it, and decently upbeat, but I don’t know that there’s any other option. There’s not really anything I can do that the rest of my family isn’t already doing, other than checking in on things this weekend. A lot is out of my hands.
Romero’s words have this alternating effect on me, both tearing me apart to feel so far removed and incapable, and at the same time strengthening me and encouraging me that I do make differences and that work is worthwhile.
It helps, now and then, to step back
and take a long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
it is even beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction
of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work.
Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying
that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No pastoral visit brings wholeness.
No program accomplishes the church's mission.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted,
knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation
in realizing that. This enables us to do something,
and to do it very well. It may be incomplete,
but it is a beginning, a step along the way,
an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference
between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
Amen.
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Date: 2004-07-01 11:01 am (UTC)~Victoria
p.s.- since you have people coming to visit you in Minnesota, I thought it would be good to remind you of a Hellastink song that was thought up while visiting you there. And here it is....
"Here is my butt in my Batman suit"
or something like that....I'm so glad I have someone that I can say something absolutely ridiculous like that to and they know what I'm talking about =)
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Date: 2004-07-01 04:30 pm (UTC)Old journal entries are the best.
Sophomore year was one of the best ever. You rock, too. Can we play soon? Say, in two weeks? Until then, have fun playing at my house. It will always be mine, you know. No matter who else moves into it.
love and hate you,
~Therrt
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:08 pm (UTC)~Vicky