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.

Internship Site

The site we thought we would be at for Jon’s Internship backed out on us. I’m disappinted but not as much as I had thought I would be if this were to happen. They were really nice about it and explained that it was nothing to do with either of us — they were administratively swamped. I’m thankful that they discerned this before accepting us and then dropped us later on because of problems with finding an associate pastor.

I just ordered my copy of Daily Texts since I accidentally left my other one in California. I know that I can get it online but I really like having a hard copy of the book. I’m also not a user of their devotional method but I can usually get some really good prayer for the day out of it. I haven’t been able to really get into my prayer or devo times since I left California and I think it’s because I’m so used to using the specific book. They give you two verses (one Old Testament and one New Testament) and then a prayer. I usually can build my prayers for the day around the prayers they give.

Brian seems to be doing better. I cannot imagine his pain right now and I’m thankful that he’s reaching outward. I’m also thankful for the messages he’s left in my Livejournal. Brian was one of my best friends at UCSC and I am really thankful to be in more constant communication with him.

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Brian’s Brother

My friend Brian just called me and told me that his brother died. It’s been two weeks and he’s finally been able to get in touch with me. Words do not accurately convey the amount of shock that I am in and how awful I feel for Brian and his family. I wish I could be in California sitting there hugging him right now and after I yelled at him for not calling me sooner (which I am allowed to do because I am a mere pipsqeak compared to him), we talked about God stuff. I prayed with him which made me feel like I could do something other than simply be present. Yet, isn’t that what we ask of God — that He simply be present with us in our time of trial? It’s the best gift we can receive from our Heavenly Father and it is the only gift I can give right now. I just pray that it is enough.

While listening to the music for Choral Evensong while trying to fall asleep tonight (which failed miserably — read the entry for April 16 which was up for all of…. 3 hours?), tears started rolling down my face, especially as I was listening to the Randall Thompson Alleluia and the arrangement of Precious Lord Take My Hand. The Gospel Mass that we are doing was also convicting, especially the Credo which is basically repetition of “I believe in the Holy Spirit/And the Holy Catholic Church/I believe in one baptism for the remision of sin and rebirth/ I believe in the resurrection and the communion of saints on this earth/ I believe when my life is over, I’m going home just to live with my God!/ I believe, I believe, I believe in God/ I believe, I believe in God.” I am so thankful that I know that my Redeemer lives and that with my eyes, I will see God when I pass from this world to the next.

Please pray for Brian and his family. Please pray for his brother Kevin.

Consortium Day

I haven’t been able to update lately because FrontPage has been spazzing because of the picture files.. My spiritual life has also been pretty crazy. I’m doing OK spiritually but I’m just exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping well and my asthma is getting really bad. This means that my prayer times at night have been shorter and I’ve been a lot more panicky.

We had Consortium Day on Thursday so I got to hang out with the men from the Josephinum (the Pontifical College in Columbus — apparently you have to graduate from one of these colleges to be a pope). We had a few lectures on Islam which were fascinating, some discussion, and then some worship. It was strange having my voice stand out above everyone else’s and I’m thankful that it was at least a hymn that I knew.

I am also helping to lead Holden Evening Prayer this quarter on Wednesday evenings. I have a very patient co-leader so I’ve been slowly getting used to singing it. I sang some of the intercessions on my own last week and am doing part of the Magnificat this week. In Ministry of Worship, we watched a video on the catechuminate at a Catholic Church in Dallas on Monday and it was fascinating. They baptized by immersion and were very lavish in the chrism. They poured a bunch on peoples’ heads and made the sign of the cross over the whole head. They also sang the Celtic Alleluia after each baptism. When the newly baptized went to change, the priest invited everyone up to the baptismal pool to renew their vows. It was amazing to hear people describe the process. Only I and one other person had baptism experiences like that. It made me think of my favorite neophyte Laura (though she wasn’t baptized on Easter Vigil).

Indulging My Inner Baptist

Today, I went to church with Imani, one of my classmates. She attends Love Zion Missionary Baptist Church here in town and it was a fun service. I went to Sunday School with her and then went to the service which was 3.5 hours. It was wonderful worship and the music was really fun — I think it’s the first time I’ve been able to really get down and party in church for a long time! The sermon was on three words in John 20:19: “then Jesus came”. Pastor Woods asked us where we would be if Jesus had not come. It was the stereotypical Baptist sermon, making it powerful and enjoyable. It was nice to be able to “Amen” things.

Jon preaches on Tuesday and I am looking forward to it. His sermon will be on Bonhoeffer, a German pastor who was martyred for taking part in a plot to assassinate Hitler. (The Nazi’s were as brutal to the church as they were in many other ways.) In two weeks, I get to supply preach in northern Ohio and I am REALLY looking forward to it.

Back from California

Well… I’m back from Cali, I’m married, and I’m in the process of moving out of my dorm. I’ll be updating infrequently for a while. Here’s a lovely graphic from Victoria for the time being….

Victoria made this as a wedding present for us.

For Whom The Bell Tolls

In my Church History class today, we were discussing Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Martin Luther King Jr., and Desmond Tutu. We’ve finally gotten to movements in the 20th century and we were talking about people who followed their conscience and spoke out against things that were wrong. One thing that stuck out in my mind was the fact that Hitler melted down all the church bells in the land for the “war effort” though there were very few bells left in Germany and would probably have made one tank at the most. Instead, it was a sign of the church being silenced.

This kind of thing resonates with me because I live in a community where we have church bells that ring on the hour and the bells at either Capital or Christ play a well-known hymn every hour. At the traditional service, the ringing of the bell calls us to worship and it is a symbol to me of why I am sitting in a stone building on Sunday morning with a hundred or more other people. The following poem is my reflections on the melting down of the bells and on the fact that we are called frequently to follow our consciences when religion is made to be oppressive in the way that the Nazi party did. This also reflects my feelings toward the ACLU for their “political correctness” that has meant a loss of symbols for many faithful Christians.

They melted down the bells today,
Their mournful tones gone far away
The call to worship never to peal,
The silence around us growing real.

Who calls us to worship this day?
Whose tones drive the demons away?
Whose voice calls our conscience to say
What false god we claim is our only way?

What mournful silence fills the air!
What cacophony of demonic laughter there!
What silent tears our elders bear!
What mortal sins do we dare!

Oppressed people us implore
But their silenced voices echo no more
A gaping hole into us bore
Innocent lives lost forever more

Why they broke was a mistake
The state they wanted to make a fake
Oh the lives that they will take!
Oh the meaning of these things at stake!

Someday they will come again
Their peals echoing in the wind
Oh that day shall come again
When we stand for what we hold within.

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**For the record, I am not against the displaying of Jewish, Hindu or Muslim symbols. I am against the removal of things like artwork displaying the Ten Commandments, crosses, or nativity scenes from public places. I feel that everyone should be allowed to practice their religion equally and this means that Christians should have the right to display their symbols as well, if for no other reason to remind us what we should be standing for in a culture that is moving so far away from it.

Liturgical Needs

I am starting to get back into liturgical mode, I think. I went to the traditional (liturgical) service at my church last Sunday and it fed me well. The contemporary service was good today but I think I would have gotten just as much out of liturgy. Wednesday night is sort of liturgical but not quite what I need so I am really thankful for chapel these days where I can do Morning Prayer communally.

I am starting to think that I might have to start doing Compline on my own at night or go to Compline next quarter. Jane and I are leading Holden Evening Prayer on Wednesdays and Jane is doing Compline that night as well. I will also have to start going to LBW Evening Prayer with Jon on Tuesday nights. It’s crazy — Jon is super liturgical and it’s hard for us to do devotions together because we are so different; but I’m really starting to become like him now.

We did the litany last Friday in chapel and it wasn’t as good as it was on September 12 when we did it acapella before Eucharist because of September 11th. It was still meaningful however and I honestly would not mind chanting it more frequently. (For those who are wondering, it’s a litany based on the Kyrie which is the prayer in which we say in Koine Greek “Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy”. (The Greek is Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison.) It is especially good during Lent because this is when we are atoning for our sins.

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