About Jen

Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

125th Church Anniversary

One of Jon’s churches is celebrating their 125th anniversary this weekend, so I’m posting this hymn in commemoration. It’s Danish in origin and has a really cool tune. 🙂 (The Cyberhymnal link is at the bottom.)

Built on the Rock the church doth stand,
Even when steeples are falling;
Crumbled have spires in every land,
Bells still are chiming and calling;
Calling the young and old to rest,
But above all the soul distressed,
Longing for rest everlasting.

Surely in temples made with hands,
God, the Most High, is not dwelling;
High above earth His temple stands,
All earthly temples excelling;
Yet He whom heavens cannot contain
Chose to abide on earth with men,
Built in our bodies His temple.

We are Godâ????s house of living stones,
Builded for His habitation;
He through baptismal grace us owns,
Heirs of His wondrous salvation;
Were we but two His Name to tell,
Yet He would deign with us to dwell,
With all His grace and His favor.

Now we may gather with our King;
Even in the lowliest dwelling:
Praises to Him we there may bring,
His wondrous mercy foretelling;
Jesus His grace to us accords,
Spirit and life are all His words,
His truth doth hallow the temple.

Still we our earthly temples rear,
That we may herald His praises;
They are the homes where He draws near
And little children embraces,
Beautiful things in them are said,
God there with us His covenant made,
Making us heirs of His Kingdom.

Here stands the font before our eyes
Telling how God did receive us;
The altar recalls Christâ????s sacrifice
And what His table doth give us;
Here sounds the Word that doth proclaim
Christ yesterday, today, the same,
Yea, and for aye our Redeemer.

Grant then, O God, wherever men roam,
That, when the church bells are ringing,
Many in saving faith may come
Where Christ His message is bringing:
â??œI know Mine own, Mine own know Me;
Ye, not the world, My face shall see.
My peace I leave with you.â???
Built on the Rock (LBW # 365)

Allergies and Diets

I went to see my allergist this morning and all my asthma tests were exceptionally good (at least those that they can effect a change in). My peak flow was at 113% — not bad at all.

We stopped at Evil Company Bent on Global Domination for catfood and litter as well as some cleaning supplies and then headed to Wendy’s to grab lunch. When I tried eating my hamburger, I found that I couldn’t eat the whole thing as well as the fries. Considering how hungry I was, this was kind of astonishing… except that I’d been cutting my food intake down for the last few weeks. It worked for my mother-in-law and I was amazed at how well it was working for me.

Right now, I’m rejoicing over having my blog back. (My MySQL server went down last night.)

How I’ve Been Feeling Lately Faithwise

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We’ll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me
Dante’s Prayer by Loreena McKennitt

There’s Something About Jen

For those who are wondering why posts have been sparse, this is my week:

Wednesday: clean house and go to Holy Commotion practice after council

Thursday: get money for bills from treasurers, clean house, and do dinner with local pastor and family

Friday: see allergist and get yelled at about cats. Clean house and work on bulletins for this weekend.

Saturday: Work on bulletins for this weekend.

Sunday: 125th anniversary of one of Jon’s churches. About 9 hours of church when all is said and done. (This includes worship, meal, and the program afterwards.)

Oh yes… I’m also trying to get a personal site up for myself in the meantime as well as put something up for the churches. Wish me luck!

Flattened And Feeling Really Crabby

I’ve gotten a few emails and IM’s about the fact that I haven’t written anything about Ronald Reagan. My reasons:

1.) I have had maybe 10-12 hours of sleep over three nights due to a sick cat (who is doing much better), intense head/neck/back pain (stress and heat — it’s 79F outside but it was 85F in the house before I turned the A/C on when I got home), and other things. Whatever I write would be done in a b*tchy tone and I’d rather save the nasty comments for a time when I can deal with them more effectively than IP banning the commenters.

2.) I have absolutely nothing positive to say about him. He started the financial mishandling of California’s budget, cut education, tripled the deficit with his idiotic policies and tax cuts, and really did nothing of merit in my eyes. (The Cold War stopped because the Soviet Union ran out of money, not because he was a great diplomat as most revisionists would tell you.) I’ll maybe write something when I can actually find something positive he did. (Comments on this entry have been disabled because I don’t feel like dealing with people disputing what I have to say in this paragraph. If you flame me on your page and say that I’m saying this because Reagan was a Republican, I will see to it that you are whipped and dragged to your death throught the streets with people singing comic songs on your grave. Capeche?)

3.) I have had an insane few weeks and barely have the energy to type. Thus, I will go curl up in a corner until the room is cool enough for me to fall asleep. Buh bye.