Happy Halloween

Well, tomorrow is the 35th anniversary of my baptism.

At any rate, I'm long overdue with a lot of stuff. Spent most of this past week sick, and that didn't help. But I had a major project taken off my lap at work, and that did help–they could see that I was kinda dying of exhaustion, and I'll pick up the slack somewhere else. It will all balance out.

In the meantime, I'd like to share with those of you not of the revgal group a little project they've been working on and graciously accepted a little piece of my writing for.

The foreword, from “Real Live Preacher” Gordon Atkinson :

The 17th chapter of John contains the only known prayer offered by Jesus for future generations of his disciples. In this prayer, Christ had only one charge for us. He prayed that we would be one, even as he and the Father are one. Imagine that. Of all the things he could have prayed for, things theological and ecclesiological, Jesus asked for something very simple and childlike. He prayed that his people would be drawn together by what they share in common instead of torn apart by their petty differences.

Sadly, the Church has not been able to live up to the high calling of her Lord. We have not been able to be of one spirit even in local congregations, much less across the diverse and scattered Church universal. Even the lovely differences that we should have celebrated have become fuel for one holy war after another.

Despite this dismal track record, in the season of Advent the frail and sinful children of Christ exchange their swords for wreaths of candles. There is something about this season that turns our thoughts from our differences to what we share in common. Even after all this time, we are still crazy dreamers.

This year, a wonderful group of women ministers from varied denominations, faiths, and traditions, have held hands across the vastness of our geography using the closeness of our technology. They call themselves “The RevGalBlogPal Webring,” and their words encompass the full spectrum of human experience. These women of faith are helping us clean the dark glass through which we have looked upon our world. They are pointing to the coming of the light.

Have you longed for peace? Have you searched high and low for moments of grace? Are you afraid that once again you will miss Christmas and see only its frightful, commercial doppelganger that always leaves you feeling empty and unfulfilled? In these pages you will find truth born again in the manger of the commonplace. An Advent pregnancy that brings memories of a past grief, the sudden appearance of an alcoholic at a front door, the battle cry of The Magnificat, the tender memory of a battered strand of bubble lights, the miracle of running water, and the stories of Simeon and Anna, who are surely the patron saints of waiting.

These are songs of spiritual preparation, shared human moments where God’s presence became known in the best and the worst of times. Let yourself hope for peace and clarity once again. Look for the light that blazes in the darkness. Take an Advent journey with these pilgrims, who will lead us from Advent, to Christmas, through Epiphany, and even beyond.

Let us join them in our common prayer of Advent.

Come, Lord Jesus.

— Rev. Gordon Atkinson, RealLivePreacher.com, San Antonio, Texas, Fall 2005

I'm tremendously honored to be a part of this project, but there's more to it. The proceeds from this book will go toward hurricane relief efforts. If you purchase it directly from lulu (link here), it's only $9.99 through Nov. 10. If you or someone of faith in your life would enjoy hearing from this incredibly talented group of women ministers and their friends (including me!) this Advent season, I already can tell you that they are incredible people of faith and excellent writers because their community is probably my favorite one on the Web these days.

Now that that's caught up, I have a slew of other stuff to do. Bear with me while I get caught up!

Blanket in progress

This belongs on knitster, and I'll crosspost it there, but I'm making a blanket for my stepdaughter and I just wanted to share it with (a)Momcat and (b)my knitting/craft-oriented LJ friends.

Clicking on it will give you a large version of the picture.

PS Momcat… as DFH mentioned, I kinda want to surprise lil'D with the finished project, so don't let her open this picture until the gift shows up, whether birthday or xmas, to be determined….

Another music note

You can tell I'm listening to the [internet] radio, can't you?

Paul Anka doing “Smells Like Teen Spirit” is just plain wrong/catchy.

Random music observation

Yes, I still make them from time to time…

New Order's Morning Night and Day reminds me muchly of INXS' I Send a Message.

God money

So it turns out that most of my weblogs are pretty worthless, because most of them are f'only and I don't promote them. Knitster and deviathan are worth $1,129 each, but deviathan gets a bonus $500 or so from having more than one URL.

But my faith blog, on the other hand…


My blog is worth $17,500.74.
How much is your blog worth?

Cooking….

….Brunswick Stew!

It's missing something, and I don't know what. I mean, Brunswick is really the kind of stew that you can make however you want, seeing as Virgina and Georgia fight over custody of it, as long as it has tomatoes, corn, and baby limas or okra, but for the life of me I can't make it taste the way my mom used to make it, which was grama's recipe and dates back goodness knows how long back.

I've looked it up in all my southern reference books and online and i still haven't figured out what's missing.

Foodage.

Hi. I'm craving pizza.

But I should mention I had this incredible couscous dish tonight at a potluck, and, having no idea who brought it, I don't know who to ask where they got it. (No comments from the peanut gallery on us bringing bought foods to a potluck. It's northern Virginia.)

Grumble. Can anything else go weird with me? I mean, I crave *cod.* And beer to fry it in. I think I'm becoming British. Er, Anglican. Yeah.

Maybe I'm just hungry.