52 Weeks of Blogging with a Purpose: A Letter to My 16 Year Old Self

Today’s topic: a letter to my 16 year old self.

Dear 16 year old self,

I have good news: it gets better — SO SO SO MUCH BETTER. Here are a couple tips:

1.) Junior Honors English Wench is dead wrong. You might get B’s in her class but you will have straight A’s in AP English. Her drama queens won’t even get past the first week of AP English where they regurgitate whatever they read over the summer. This class will prove to you that you have no desire to do anything with literary criticism. Screw what JHEW thinks — she might take perverse pleasure in screaming at you in front of the class but that’s because she is so insecure that she needs her pets to prop her up.

2.) You will get a B+ in USH AP. You’ll live. You probably should have done more on Project A and actually gone through the magazines in the library but you’ll live. Project B will rock your world. You will find that the paper you write on the Scopes Trial will get you out of a few assignments when you hit college. Enjoy it.

3.) Your Walk-A-Day experience will show you what you truly want to do in life. You might start out being pre-med and change to religion but what you really want is to be an ER nurse or a respiratory therapist. It’s OK though — everything you learn in college and seminary will prepare you for the rest of your life and you’ll find a way to go back to school eventually.

4.) ECA will become your home and the choir will become your new family. You will find a church community who will love you because you’re Jen — not for any other reason.

Just hang in there for now. Once you graduate, you can leave high school behind and find your true self in college.

Snuggles,
Your 33 year old self

Now go see Becky and what wisdom everyone else shared with their 16 year old selves..

The Simple Woman’s Daybook: September 23, 2013

Simple Woman's Daybook

FOR TODAY September 23, 2013

Outside my window… dark. It’s 2:15 a.m.

I am thinking… about my next move on Words With Friends. (I’m writing this in between ads.)

I am thankful… that Thomas’ sons have been able to stay in utero for another week and am praying they can stay in utero for longer.

In the kitchen… dishes to do.

I am wearing… my black “Governator” shirt (I am Californian after all!) and black running shorts.

I am creating… the bare bones of blog posts.

I am going… to hope I can get myself organized for the week tomorrow morning (well… technically today).

I am wondering… when Daniel’s hitting and head-butting will stop. I’m still surprised he didn’t knock out one of my front teeth on Saturday.

I am reading… Sundays in America by Suzanne Strempek Shea. I’m hoping to finish it this week so I can move on to Pastorix by Nadia Bolz-Weber.

I am hoping… for a quieter week.

I am looking forward to… all premieres of all my favorite shows.

I am pondering… waaaaaaay too many things.

A favorite quote for today… “The risk in seeking and finding God in all things, then, is the willingness to explain too much, to say with human certainty and arrogance: ??God is here.?? We will find only a god that fits our measure. The correct attitude is that of St. Augustine: seek God to find him, and find God to keep searching for God forever. Often we seek as if we were blind, as one often reads in the Bible. And this is the experience of the great fathers of the faith, who are our models. We have to re-read the Letter to the Hebrews, Chapter 11. Abraham leaves his home without knowing where he was going, by faith. All of our ancestors in the faith died seeing the good that was promised, but from a distance…. Our life is not given to us like an opera libretto, in which all is written down; but it means going, walking, doing, searching, seeing…. We must enter into the adventure of the quest for meeting God; we must let God search and encounter us.” — Pope Francis in his interview in America Magazine.

One of my favorite things… iced vanilla whole milk lattés.

A few plans for the rest of the week: ABA therapy for Daniel on Monday/Wednesday/Friday, getting Daniel a flu shot on Tuesday, fighting with SSI on Wednesday, and hopefully not much else.

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What The Pope Said

I finally read the interview in America Magazine about Pope Francis that it seems the mainstream media is picking and choosing what they use for soundbytes. It’s a dense article but in such a way that it reminds me of a vegan brownie — I had to take my time to consume it and I had to break it down into small pieces because it was so incredibly rich.

So… this is the soundbyte that has people worked up.

??We cannot insist only on issues related to abortion, gay marriage and the use of contraceptive methods. This is not possible. I have not spoken much about these things, and I was reprimanded for that. But when we speak about these issues, we have to talk about them in a context. The teaching of the church, for that matter, is clear and I am a son of the church, but it is not necessary to talk about these issues all the time.

To my non-Christian friends: The Church’s stance on homosexuality, abortion, and contraception is remaining the same — they’re all sins according to the Catechism of the Catholic church. What the Pope is saying is that having a laser focus on any one of these issues is detracting from peoples’ ability to spread the Gospel. In Mother Teresa’s words, “If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” He’s calling for all of the Christians to walk along people and love them. I know I’m willing to listen to someone who has cultivated a relationship with me instead of someone who posts a screed about how pro-choice people are murderers and baby killers.

Some more from the article:

??I see clearly,?? the pope continues, ??that the thing the church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the church as a field hospital after battle. It is useless to ask a seriously injured person if he has high cholesterol and about the level of his blood sugars! You have to heal his wounds. Then we can talk about everything else. Heal the wounds, heal the wounds…. And you have to start from the ground up.

??The church sometimes has locked itself up in small things, in small-minded rules. The most important thing is the first proclamation: Jesus Christ has saved you. And the ministers of the church must be ministers of mercy above all. The confessor, for example, is always in danger of being either too much of a rigorist or too lax. Neither is merciful, because neither of them really takes responsibility for the person. The rigorist washes his hands so that he leaves it to the commandment. The loose minister washes his hands by simply saying, ??This is not a sin?? or something like that. In pastoral ministry we must accompany people, and we must heal their wounds.

To my Catholic friends: I appreciate that you are passionate about your faith and about issues of life, death, etc. I’d like to suggest that people tone down their pro-life rhetoric because it seems from blog reading that all people talk about is abortion — I haven’t seen any mention of the fact that there were cuts to food stamps which means that there are going to be kids going hungry that may not be eligible for WIC. (I’m not saying that people haven’t mentioned that, just that I haven’t seen it as of yet.) That situation is a pro-life issue. The Pope hasn’t addressed abortion specifically because he has chosen to preach by example. The most recent one: a phone call to a woman who was pregnant out of wedlock and her boyfriend wanted her to abort the baby. He told her that he would personally baptize her baby if no other priest would do it. That speaks volumes to me about how he values life.

I can tell you as a Protestant hanging with Catholics that I honestly find myself more likely to listen to someone who is living their faith in their life and letting me be part of it. I have so many wonderful people that do that: Kelly, Cari, Katie/Kayla, Sara, Thomas, and others. These are bloggers who walk beside me and deal with me being the incredibly broken person I am. They evangelize with their blogs but they don’t pretend to be perfect which is why I can listen to them.

My two cents.

7 Quick Takes: Jaguars, Prayer Requests, and Twitter Personalities

7 Quick Takes

— 1 —

Colbert does it again. Stephen Colbert takes on allegations by FOX Noise that the Syria conflict is a sign that the apocalypse is coming. You know, I’d believe the verses they were citing… if they didn’t refer to the fall of Jerusalem in the 6th century BCE.

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— 2 —

Orphans. Do you see these two lovely children?

L-R: Brett and Iris
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Brett still needs a mama. Iris finally has a family committed to her and they are compiling their dossier to send to her country.

Click on their names to see their Reece’s Rainbow pages.

— 3 —

Prayer Request. One of the benefits of blogging is that you get to meet interesting people as well as people who you swear live inside your brain. Thomas in both of those categories. He has the strange habit of saying things to me that make total sense after I’ve been struggling with them and I think the two of us could probably solve the problems of the world if we could sit down for an extended period of time.

Right now, Thomas is dealing with some devastating news. His wife is pregnant with their twin boys and having complications at 21.5 weeks that might cause her to lose the babies. We’ve been asked to take part in a novena to St. Gerard on their behalf, ending on September 24th. If novenas aren’t your thing, please just pray HARD.

— 4 —

Another prayer request. Elizabeth of Keep On Spinning got some craptastic news: the cancer is back. She’s been fighting this for 5 years — since just after the birth of her son George. They’re doing a massive amount of testing but it’s looking like this is a fast-growing one. Prayer is needed.

— 5 —

Anonymous Twitter profiles. Christianity Today interviewed Rev. No Respect and Church Curmudgeon in a two-part interview. Part I is here. Part II is here. I recommend both parts.

— 6 —

Forty to Forever. Wanna help out some orphans? I’m part of the Forty to Forever fundraiser and we need prayer warriors. If you’re interested, here’s the sign-up page.

— 7 —

New jaguar. Nope. Not the car. The Sacramento Zoo is getting a new one and the old one is shipping out on Sunday. I might be persuaded to make a trip to the zoo this weekend to say good-bye. Once the new one comes, it will be mentored by the zoo’s female jaguar, Tina.

For more Quick Takes, visit Jen at ConversionDiary.Com.

Five Favorites: Miscellanea (XVI)

Five Favorites

One

Doctors who suture stuffed animals while they fix their humans. This story is tear-jerking. It took five minutes to suture the hole in the stuffed wolf’s shoulder, bandage the “wound”, and put it in a mask and gloves. However, this is a 5-minute job that a young boy is not going to forget. (Ask me about my stuffed cat “Sam”.)

Two

ABA tutors who use every trick in their arsenal to get children to comply. Daniel has been in an “I-really-don’t-want-to-work” mode this week and EG (his Monday/Wednesday/Friday tutor) has been finding new and creative ways to reinforce him when he complies. (Translation: “he rewards him when he works.”)

Three

Thomas. My blogging buddy Thomas has a really precarious situation on his hands. His wife is pregnant with his twin sons and is experiencing serious complications. We’re being asked to participate in a novena to St. Gerard for them, ending on the 24th. If you’re not Catholic, please just pray.

Four

Iced whole milk vanilla lattés from It’s A Grind. I had one on Monday and it was the best one I’ve had in ages. Peet’s is also good. $tarbux, not so much. (They’re too stingy with their shots and their syrups.)

Five

The Giants’ 19-3 victory over the Dodgers. Yes, they lost to the Mets tonight and that fateful game was almost a week ago but they shut down the freaking Dodgers and set a record for the largest number of points scored by any team at Dodgers Stadium. It’s makes their abysmal record worth it.

Go love up Hallie and the others.

{Virtual} Coffee Date (vol. 7)

{Virtual Coffee Date}

Once you’re done here, go visit Karianna and the other coffee drinkers.

If we were having coffee, I would ask what the heck is going on with my friends getting stuff tossed at them. My friend Anna was widowed last week and my friend Thomas’ wife is having serious complications with her pregnancy with their twin sons. Enough already, God!

If we were having coffee, I would tell you about taking Daniel to the pediatrician tomorrow to get his gait checked. With our luck, we’ll have one more consult to do and this time with orthopedics. Whee!

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that Daniel finally has an ABA tutor for Tuesdays and Thursdays. This eliminates my ability to do a Trader Joe’s run in the afternoon or to grab prescriptions with him but I’m willing to give that up if it means that he gets 40 full hours of ABA every week.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m strangely addicted to the show “Class of the Titans” on Qubo. It’s kind of interesting to see how various people from Greek mythology are rendered in the 21st century.

Thanks for having coffee (tea) with me. See you next week!

52 Weeks of Blogging with a Purpose: High School Back Then

This week’s topic: high school back then.

Yeah, high school left serious welts on my psyche so I’m trying to come up with good things.

OK… highlights of high school:

[+] AP classes. Yes, I am a nerd. 🙂 I was “that girl” who took the most challenging classes she could (except for math — math and I didn’t get along until I was done with calculus) and this meant 2 AP classes a year when I was a junior and senior. My US History class was set up as a “college class”. We had “lecture” one day and they opened up the dividers between classrooms so all 4 classes could have the same “lecture” and then the next day or two would be “small group” where we would discuss the lecture with our actual teacher. It was brutal at the time but really prepped me for college. AP Biology was fun — we dissected minks and it was interesting. AP French was kind of the default for the 4th year of French at my high school and it was a language so I loved it. My AP English teacher had a saying that “everyone needs to bring something to the party” and it was one of those classes where you had better have done the reading and be ready to contribute.

[+] Music Appreciation. I took the *BEST* Music Appreciation class with a teacher who had a passion for communicating it to his students and who got even the slackers to dress up and haul butt to ballets, symphony concerts, and operas. It was pretty common to see one of the slackers at a concert in a shirt and tie and to think “dang… they clean up well!” I saw some amazing ballet, was close enough to the pianist at one symphony concerts to see that his socks didn’t match, and saw “I Pagliacci” and “La Boheme”. I mean, I was a pianist and classical vocalist so a lot of it, I would have learned anyway but my teacher taught others how to read music! He also got me (Miss “Terrified of Solos”) up and doing a duet with one of the other girls in my class. It was also good to get class credit for participating in the “You-Sing-It Messiah” with the San Jose Symphonic Choir.

[+] Proving my Junior English teacher wrong. My teacher for Junior Honors English was a wench. She took particular joy in torturing particular students in each class and I was one of her favorite targets. One of my friends actually took a couple of my essays to her AP English teacher who read them and told her that my English teacher was batcrap crazy. She refused to give me a recommendation for AP English which I took anyway… and I got straight A’s in the class while her pets dropped out in the first week because they couldn’t deal with having to regurgitate the 8 books we had to read over the summer for timed writings. I’m not the bigger person so I *did* mention sweetly that I got straight A’s in AP English to her at graduation though I refrained from calling her the things I wanted to call her.

I think I’ll go nurse my re-opened wounds now.

Now go see Becky and what everyone else did in high school.