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I got to go to church today! Bounce bounce.
Okay, let's try that again. I got picked up in time for church this Sunday, and didn't even have to wait for more than a few minutes. Today was the first day of Sunday school, for adults as well as the kids. I ended up going to the parenting class, which was interesting, as I was the only one in there who did not have children or plan on having them in the near future. However, as I put it in there, I have spent a lot of time doing childcare and helping mom out, so I do know at least a bit about parenting. Plus, it was fascinating to see the other side of things. I mean, one of the things we were talking about today was the idea of showing your children your values through your actions. I could point out the things that I thought my family valued by what my parents showed me. Of course, I had to leave for choir practice right as we were getting into the discussion, so I missed out on a lot.
The service was interesting, as we sort of focused on September eleventh, but we did so by following the lectionary and our standard liturgy. The main way we reflected 9/11 was in our music. The processional hymn was wonderful, and I'm only sorry that I forgot to bring my service bullitin home so that I could quote it to you. But the main reason it really hit home was in the way that our organist played during it. Beautiful and powerful and emotional, at times so dark that you could feel the remembered pain, but with a strong message of forgiveness and love. I'm sure I'm not doing it justice by describing it in words. We sang Ubi Caritas as the offeratory hymn, which worked well with the processional hymn and readings for today. And then Father Richard gave his sermon, which focused on the Gospel reading for the day, the fameous, "Not seven, but seventy times seven" passage. And he used it to talk about how the war is basically regressing to the "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" laws, and how radical and unbelievable Jesus' teachings were against that backdrop. And how we still needed to follow that today, even when it seems like the last thing we should be doing.
After church I worked in the library again, and then headed over to the NCSC induction ceremony. Very boring, but hey, we got cookies. And it was a little suprising to hear what you had to be to get nominated. I didn't think I was in the top 20% of my class. And I still want to know who was smoking what when they thought I displayed leadership. I mean, I can see scholarship and service, because I do love to learn, and I do like to help people, but I'm not a leader, or at least I didn't think I was one.
Come to think of it, this is the second time I have been anonymously nominated for something based on my percieved leadership and academic strength. Am I the only one to not see myself in that way?
Okay, let's try that again. I got picked up in time for church this Sunday, and didn't even have to wait for more than a few minutes. Today was the first day of Sunday school, for adults as well as the kids. I ended up going to the parenting class, which was interesting, as I was the only one in there who did not have children or plan on having them in the near future. However, as I put it in there, I have spent a lot of time doing childcare and helping mom out, so I do know at least a bit about parenting. Plus, it was fascinating to see the other side of things. I mean, one of the things we were talking about today was the idea of showing your children your values through your actions. I could point out the things that I thought my family valued by what my parents showed me. Of course, I had to leave for choir practice right as we were getting into the discussion, so I missed out on a lot.
The service was interesting, as we sort of focused on September eleventh, but we did so by following the lectionary and our standard liturgy. The main way we reflected 9/11 was in our music. The processional hymn was wonderful, and I'm only sorry that I forgot to bring my service bullitin home so that I could quote it to you. But the main reason it really hit home was in the way that our organist played during it. Beautiful and powerful and emotional, at times so dark that you could feel the remembered pain, but with a strong message of forgiveness and love. I'm sure I'm not doing it justice by describing it in words. We sang Ubi Caritas as the offeratory hymn, which worked well with the processional hymn and readings for today. And then Father Richard gave his sermon, which focused on the Gospel reading for the day, the fameous, "Not seven, but seventy times seven" passage. And he used it to talk about how the war is basically regressing to the "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth" laws, and how radical and unbelievable Jesus' teachings were against that backdrop. And how we still needed to follow that today, even when it seems like the last thing we should be doing.
After church I worked in the library again, and then headed over to the NCSC induction ceremony. Very boring, but hey, we got cookies. And it was a little suprising to hear what you had to be to get nominated. I didn't think I was in the top 20% of my class. And I still want to know who was smoking what when they thought I displayed leadership. I mean, I can see scholarship and service, because I do love to learn, and I do like to help people, but I'm not a leader, or at least I didn't think I was one.
Come to think of it, this is the second time I have been anonymously nominated for something based on my percieved leadership and academic strength. Am I the only one to not see myself in that way?
