The real mystery…

…is what is it about female Episcopal priests and murder mysteries?

The latest hat in the ring:

A Deadly Thing, They Say

Sara Miles on Religion and Ethics Weekly

From a release:

Sara Miles spent most of her life as an avowed atheist. As a journalist in the 1980s she covered wars in Central America and later became an editor for the left-leaning investigative magazine “Mother Jones.” But her life changed dramatically one day after she walked into St. Gregory of Nyssa Episcopal Church in San Francisco and took Communion. At that moment, Miles found both God and her life’s mission: feeding the hungry. Now, with the help of dedicated volunteers, she runs St. Gregory’s Food Pantry, collecting five to six tons of donated bread and tomatoes and groceries every week to share with the poor and homeless.

Lucky Severson talks to Miles about her conversion and mission to help San Francisco‚Äôs poor documented in her recent book, “Take This Bread.” Miles says, “I think what I discovered in that moment when I put the bread in my mouth and was so blown away by the reality of Jesus, was that the requirement for faith turned out not to be believing in a doctrine or knowing how to behave in a church, or being the right kind of person, or being raised correctly or repeating the rituals. The requirement for faith seemed to be hunger. It was the hunger that I had always had and the willingness to be fed by something I didn’t understand.”

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I did find the copy of the book that i had bought and I’m hoping to get some reading done this weekend. I’m always curious about people who make this journey because I am following in their footsteps, having been an atheist and coming back to faith and trying to find a way to merge vocation with profession. I’m also fascinated with people who convert as a result of being allowed to the table despite not being a member of the body of Christ.

The difficult thing about some of these books is that many of them are more preoccupied with having been a wretched sinner drinker prior to their conversion. I can’t relate to “getting sober” memoirs and find them grating, perhaps because of my journey as an ACOA.

Sara, thankfully, doesn’t suffer from this self-consciousness. I’ve been wanting this kind of memoir, and love especially how it focuses on communion–which I explain to my secular friends as a purging of negative energy (through Confession) and an inspiration of positive energy (through Eucharist). They often have this face that I can’t explain any other way than newfound comprehension and appreciation.

However, I do note that her grandmother’s name is Helen. Let me just wax self-centered for a moment and complain, once again, that whenever I introduce myself, people seem to automatically with “Oh, I can’t forget that name! My grandmother’s name is Helen.”

Not sister. Not cousin. Not mother or aunt. *Grandmother.* Makes it darn near impossible to be cool.

Take this book

Well, I’m pleased to report that I recommended “Take This Bread” to the Fairfax County Library system and now it’s on order.

Jennifer+ recommended it to me the first time we got together, and I’m like, okay, and some weird thing in the back of my brain tells me I went out and bought it. Now I can’t find it. Duh. But I can’t remember if I changed my mind about buying it and then decided to go out and recommend it to the library, or bought it after recommending it and then losing it.

Anyhow, I think it’s keen that I helped influence Virginia’s largest public library system to buy a book. Heh!

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

On Tuesday, we went to the National Cathedral to hear Barbara Kingsolver reading from and discussing her new book, Animal,
Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life
.

The writeup is here.

Lacking a Feast

Well, The library still doesn't seem to have a Feast for Crows, the fourth
volume of the George Martin series. I have had that title reserved since I
got my library card right after moving here in May.

But I've gotten my paycheck first.

However, if I buy the fourth volume in hardcover, I'm going to have to go
back and buy the other three in hardcover. I have all three in trade and
mass market.

Grrr. Maybe I should just go back and reread the first three.

sunday a gogo (11:11 11/11)

i can't get my filters thingie to work right, so this is to everyone… but thanks to those of you who know who they are.

Sunday is on, but I'll firm up the details tomorrow.

K is here and is reading “Good Omens” by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Every now and then he reads a long passage aloud and then collapses into giggles.

This makes everything worth it. Everything.

on a more positive note…

I have a new dining room that is a veritable dining room now. pictures soon. dean and i sat down and had dinner together. K would have joined us but for the fact that he scarfed his down faster than I could finish making ours. it was quesadilla night, and K's being just cheese was easier to fix. but still. the old dining room table is now the computer table. I think we need to rearrange the whole apartment, but the dining room is really looking superfab.

I haven't had my own dining room since I lived with J-hon, and even that wasn't anything like this.

I'm reading a history of the reformation by Diarmaid McCullough, and Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom on the fiction side of things. Lo! She has rediscovered her book gene!!!

Our tomato plant and pepper plant are very productive. Now if the dern veggies would *ripen.*

ok, i'm calmed down. really, it's not that i'm easily offended; it's just really easy to make me blush when TMI gets passed along the pike. I know where to expect it on my flist, and that doesn't generally bother me; i've got ALL images with placeholders so that nothing blatant shows up without my clicking on it. but i do get weirded out by it on my own journal. some of you from the phillygoth days may remember just how bent out of shape I got when Rob invoked my sex life on it, and even I knew it was a joke. and i know i will never live down the dummytown thread where i freaked out over a thread on STDs because I felt that people were making fun of a public health problem that needs to be taken seriously. I'm not good at taking jokes about pr0n or myself-as-sexual-entity. Issues? Sure. I just know what I can handle gracefully, and what makes me turn into a paranoid shrew.

But I appreciate your apologies and know that none of you meant to make me all discombobulated. I guess I just needed to say, hey, I'm a close-the-blinds kind of gal.