For those who have been emailing me, yes… Richard is alive. (I spoke to him by phone.) He was ill, has (inasfar as I know) mostly recovered, and is hammering out his thesis which needs to be to the readers within about the next… 10 days or so. Does this satify those who have been asking me? 🙂
Author Archives: Jen
Fun with Latin
Ooooooooohhhhh!!! I’m studying to be a “pastorix”. (Apparently in Latin, “pastor” is a male noun and the ending indicates it as such. Therefore, I should be a “pastorix” because I’m female.) Nice try but… I really don’t think this is a good argument against female ordination (if one wanted to use it as such). Our language adopts words with no regard to the gender they had in the prior language.
A few of the women at my seminary used to joke about the fact that we were studying to be “priestesses”. Ironically enough, *we* (the women) were not the ones who advocated bizarre liturgical dances in worship, inclusive language (which is a misnomer), poems about nature being read as the sermon, and the other New Age stuff that all the anti-female ordination people said would enter the church when women became pastorices. (Gotta get that ending right!) The *men* advocated for all those things.
*sighs*
I Think I Need A Stiff Drink
An email from my Daddy-O:
I don’t know if everyone knows that Sauerkraut was abruptly named Liberty Cabbage when we entered WWI. German Toast became French Toast, yada, yada, yada. But that’s all past us, right?
Well Irish America is at it again, God love us. The Ancient Order Of Hibernians, the group that runs the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in New York, deserves the kudos for this one.
The New York Monaghan Association was forbidden by the AOH parade committee to carry their banner in the parade this year. Why, you might ask, is this commonly overlooked, landlocked Irish county, (sandwiched between, Armagh, Fermangh, Tyrone, Louth and Cavan) so scandalous?
Oh Jaysus, not priests and little boys again?
Not another IRA gun running scandal?
Rapacious Leprechauns?
Nope.
The parade committee thought that the county’s image on the banner looked
like Iraq.
I think I’m going to walk to my local liquor drive-through and ponder this one over some Guinness and a turkey sandwich from Subway.
Working My Nerves
For those who have had the ummm… pleasure of working retail or tech support, you might want to check out Customers Suck.Com. They bleep most of the profanity and I could identify with much of it, having worked with the general populace.
My First Anniversary
This morning, a couple with whom we sat last night at the wedding reception gave us roses. I seriously almost cried — they are such wonderful people. We were prayed for during the service and during the peace, people started congratulating us. I talked to both sets of parents who called to say “Happy Anniversary” and Jon and I stayed in and chilled this afternoon and evening. We are both exhausted from Saturday and this morning, so it’s been a really quiet evening.
We just watched the wedding video and I could see the points at which I was almost in tears while reciting my vows. I am such a sap! (Jon was in the same position, so I wasn’t the only one but still…) It’s amazing to me that it’s been a year!
Mean Dean offered to let me have the Sunday sermonette (well… after I begged politely) so you can read my reflections on this day here.
Bedtime for me! (My bengal tiger cub is rebuking me for still being up. CATS!!!!)
A New Drinking Game
I wish *I’d* thought this up!
This Ain’t In My Pastor’s Wife Contract
Last night, Jon and I attended the rehearsal dinner of a couple that is being married this afternoon at the church. I went basically to sit in on a meeting in Jon’s place but ended up staying for all of dinner. Then, as I was lurking around the rehearsal, the bride begged me to be the wedding coordinator and make sure the wedding party can get into the church at the right time. My response: “Ummmm… sure.”
This afternoon, I checked in with the bride and her mother and let them know where I was in case anybody needed anything. A few minutes later, the bride and her mother showed up at my door apologizing profusely because I had been left off the guest list for the reception… which I actually wasn’t even supposed to be on in the first place. (Jon was invited because he’s clergy but I don’t think he was planning to attend because he’d be coming home to me.) I told them not to worry and I’d check with Jon to see what his plans were and sent them off to finish getting ready.
The irony of all of this: my (1st) wedding anniversary is tomorrow. 🙂 A year ago, *I* was going through all of this. My mother is going to laugh when she hears this.