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Jan. 31st, 2012 07:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Someone brace me, this week is already sounding like it's going to be insane.
Let's go in chronological order over what's already happened, though it breaks my habit of wanting to end on the more positive note.
Sunday was awesome. The bishop came through on his approximately biannual visit. (82 parishes, 52 Sundays in a year, he spends Christmas, New Years, and Easter at the cathedral.) Now, one of my friends, who has always been active in diocesian politics, really doesn't like this guy because of the ways he plays politics and runs the diocese. That being said, I love talking with him one on one, or when he's simply at the church and interacting and talking about the future of the church. This Sunday was no different. The pre-service forum consisted of a bunch of us sitting around in a circle and talking about various concerns and visions of the future. And it was during that discussion that I had a few things crystallize for me about what I should be doing in the future.
That's right, I now actually have a tentative plan in place for where I want to be in ten years time. And I know that I want to be doing that, no matter if I'm ordained or not, though some of it would be easier and more fun for me if I were ordained in the process. Partially because I'm enough of a religion geek to just want to go to seminary and learn, period.
In essence, I want to be there for the me of eight years ago. The girl who went off to college and found that on campus there was the religious fundy group, the Baptist group, and the "If-you're-not-Catholic-you're-wrong" group. The girl who tried to go to the Episcopal church and found herself stuck in a halfway position that no one knew what to do with, and who eventually felt frozen out of the group. The girl who eventually started attending the local Reform Jewish temple just to have some form of religious community that didn't demand she turn her brain off.
I want to get involved in campus ministry. The Episcopal church used to be great at it, until the late 70s when funding dropped. I want to do that, to be there for the kids like me who want a religious community that fits them in college.
So that was the good bit.
Now for the not-great bit. Mom called last night to let me know that Dad was in the hospital. They had been doing a CAT scan of his body to check for how the chemotherapy was affecting the cancer cells, and they noticed a potential blood clot. They've admitted him and are starting him on blood thinners, because they really don't want that clot breaking loose and traveling to somewhere important, like his lungs or his head. Personally speaking, I don't really want that either.
They're hoping they'll be sending him home soon, and that it'll just be a matter of keeping him on some blood thinners until the situation is resolved. Still, not the best news to get.
So, those of you who have been praying for Dad, please keep it up? And pray for me, at least in terms of keeping my temper this week. My control over that tends to go downhill as my worry about other things goes up.
Let's go in chronological order over what's already happened, though it breaks my habit of wanting to end on the more positive note.
Sunday was awesome. The bishop came through on his approximately biannual visit. (82 parishes, 52 Sundays in a year, he spends Christmas, New Years, and Easter at the cathedral.) Now, one of my friends, who has always been active in diocesian politics, really doesn't like this guy because of the ways he plays politics and runs the diocese. That being said, I love talking with him one on one, or when he's simply at the church and interacting and talking about the future of the church. This Sunday was no different. The pre-service forum consisted of a bunch of us sitting around in a circle and talking about various concerns and visions of the future. And it was during that discussion that I had a few things crystallize for me about what I should be doing in the future.
That's right, I now actually have a tentative plan in place for where I want to be in ten years time. And I know that I want to be doing that, no matter if I'm ordained or not, though some of it would be easier and more fun for me if I were ordained in the process. Partially because I'm enough of a religion geek to just want to go to seminary and learn, period.
In essence, I want to be there for the me of eight years ago. The girl who went off to college and found that on campus there was the religious fundy group, the Baptist group, and the "If-you're-not-Catholic-you're-wrong" group. The girl who tried to go to the Episcopal church and found herself stuck in a halfway position that no one knew what to do with, and who eventually felt frozen out of the group. The girl who eventually started attending the local Reform Jewish temple just to have some form of religious community that didn't demand she turn her brain off.
I want to get involved in campus ministry. The Episcopal church used to be great at it, until the late 70s when funding dropped. I want to do that, to be there for the kids like me who want a religious community that fits them in college.
So that was the good bit.
Now for the not-great bit. Mom called last night to let me know that Dad was in the hospital. They had been doing a CAT scan of his body to check for how the chemotherapy was affecting the cancer cells, and they noticed a potential blood clot. They've admitted him and are starting him on blood thinners, because they really don't want that clot breaking loose and traveling to somewhere important, like his lungs or his head. Personally speaking, I don't really want that either.
They're hoping they'll be sending him home soon, and that it'll just be a matter of keeping him on some blood thinners until the situation is resolved. Still, not the best news to get.
So, those of you who have been praying for Dad, please keep it up? And pray for me, at least in terms of keeping my temper this week. My control over that tends to go downhill as my worry about other things goes up.