December 21: Traditions/Christmas Decor

Farm equipment for the holidays.

When we lived in Minnesota, there was a John Deere dealer down the street from us and I used to walk down there and buy toy farm implements for my dad because he was an engineer and utterly *fascinated* with the equipment. When I got to go combining in Montana, I called him from the combine to gloat. 🙂 He stores his collection in the guest bathroom and changes up the load in the grain trailer depending on the season. This is the Christmas incarnation.

Late Night Thoughts on Fitness

When I lived in Minnesota, I was under so much stress from church crud that I would do taebo for an hour and then go for a 3 mile walk. It wasn’t impossible — I had started walking 3 miles every non-Sunday morning during my first summer there and it was a pain when winter came, the snow flew, and I couldn’t go on walks because it was -20F outside. I probably would have continued the practice once I moved to Montana except that there were these obnoxious things called hills. When I worked for UPS, we had a virtual triathlon where we could run, bike, walk, or swim and rack up miles that way. I would have won the first year had I not gotten bronchitis and then morning sickness which made me stop walking at lunch because I couldn’t breathe and was puking.

I should ideally be walking these days except for a few excuses reasons:

1.) It’s bloody hot outside these days. Triple digits and I don’t get along. Why yes, I’m fully aware that it’s not 104F at 9 a.m. Shut up.

2.) I’m not a morning person. I have the living room childproofed so that if I accidentally fall back asleep, Daniel isn’t going to cause much damage. This rules out 9 a.m.

3.) Every time I’ve wanted to do this, I wake up having an achy day with fibromyalgia. Of course, I’d have fewer days like that if I walked more but that would make too much sense and besides, it’s a catch-22 because when I end up in pain when I try to walk.

So anyway, Daniel starts back to school in a week and I technically have no excuse why I shouldn’t go for a nice walk in the mornings… most of the time.

The lovely and snarky Cari Donaldson announced a virtual 5K in a Catholic Exchange post a few months back and according to it, we can either run, walk, limp, or crawl. Yeah… I think I can do that. At the very least I’ll limp the 3.1 miles and go get a frappucino or something.

Oh wait… I’m Lutheran. Should I even be doing this?

Catholic Exchange Virtual 5K

An Easter Hymn

A story regarding this hymn: we were at someone’s house for Christmas 2004 and we were having a jam session with their son. During said session, we discovered that you can actually sing “Jingle Bells” to the tune used for this hymn (“Noel Nouvelet”, a 15th century French carol). We had a parishioner who HATED this particular hymn so we were only allowed to sing it ONCE at Easter and the three of us couldn’t look at each other as we sang it because we knew we’d laugh.

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain,
Thinking that He??d never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
(HT: NetHymnal)

The hymn sung by choristers at Ely Cathedral:

Prayer Request

One of the trustees from Jon’s last parish died in a tractor accident on Saturday.Â? He was a wonderful person and taught me quite a bit about fixing small things around the parsonage and using the sump pump.

Please keep his family in prayer, especially his wife.