Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
My husband and I now have a dog. I have been wanting to get one since we got married and moved into our apartment, but I knew it would take some time for us to get settled before we would really be ready to care for one. We talked a little over a month ago and decided the time was now right. Growing up, my family always had corgis. My mom did thorough research about what kind of breed would be good for a special needs child. Corgis won, and I have been hooked ever since. My husband acquiesced to my love of corgis, and through some searching and my parents contacting a breeder where we got a previous dog at, we found PJ. He had been a show dog who didn't have the pizazz to win many shows, so they decided to sell him to an elderly couple. In the Fall, they determined that they weren't able to care for him anymore. The breeders got him back in November and were waiting for the right family to give him a new home.
Friday night my husband and I went to Petsmart to get all the things we didn't have to prepare our apartment for PJ. It didn't feel real while we were picking out toys and food. When we got the id tag made with PJ's name, our name, and phone numbers, it sunk in that we would be welcoming PJ into our hearts and homes for real. Once we got home, I cleaned and set up his food and water bowls. I figured out how to use the car harness and was all ready for the next morning when I would go pick him up from the breeder.
PJ has been settling in well. He is a quiet and laid back dog. He likes to sleep at my feet and join my husband and I on the couch when we watch TV. Last night he was in my lap and fell asleep. I thought that this is exactly how I would like to most evenings...curled up on the couch with my husband and dog.
I look forward to all the joy PJ will bring to my heart and home and the many adventures we will share. Also, I hope PJ loves us as much as we love him!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I have two favorite imposition-of-ashes moments. The first was a lady whose water broke in the morning and came to the hospital. She commented to the nurse after arriving that she wasn't able to get ashes now. The unit Chaplain heard about it and let me know so I could make sure both her and her husband got ashes. I can imagine the child growing up and hearing about how he prevented his mom from going to church on Ash Wednesday, but she was able to get ashes in the hospital before he was born. The second was a lady whose nurse let me know she might want them after the nurse herself got ashes. I went in and saw the patient, who said she would love to have them. She told me that husband came in to see her earlier with his own ashes, and that she had tried to rub some of them off his head to put on hers. I was glad to be able to give her her own set of ashes, even though it was a touching image to imagine her sharing ashes with her husband of many years.
It was a blessed and holy day for me yesterday. I was touched by those who sought me out to receive their reminders of dust. It will be an Ash Wednesday to remember.
After my husband finished with his evening service, we met downtown to break our fast together at a restaurant. As we sat there waiting for our food to arrive, I smiled thinking that this is exactly how I want to end each Ash Wednesday -- sharing a meal with my husband and reflecting on how God touched us throughout the day.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Being a good J personality, I bought ashes last month to ensure we would have them. I would like to actually burn and make my own ashes one year, but that will have to wait. I mixed the ashes with some oil yesterday so the overnight chaplain would have them if anyone called for them early in the morning. I printed out the prayer and words of imposition on a notecard. I also put a couple wet papertowels in a sealed plastic bag, so impositioners would have a quick and easy way to clean thumbs between rooms and floors of the hospital.
I am curious to see how many staff, particularly the day shift nurses who work 7a-7p, will come to receive ashes since they will likely miss any church services. I know the Catholic priests will be stopping by a couple times during the day to see their flocks. Anyone who wants ashes in the hospital will be getting them, and I am glad to be the one organizing and making sure this happens.
The two other people in the department that have been raised in liturgical traditions are assisting me with the service. Another member of the department said to me yesterday: "You know I don't know what you are talking about at all." Holy Days like this are times when I am glad I am from a tradition that has the rites and rituals to strengthen and reinforce the Gospel messages and my own spiritual disciplines.
Have a Prayerful Ash Wednesday everyone!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Do hands matter when you receive communion?
I was serving at my husband's church yesterday while he was leading a college mission trip.
Met a new lady yesterday who told me before the service not to be offended because she only took communion from men. I told her I was celebrating if that mattered. She said it didn't.
So if it is the exact same communion, then what significance do the hands that distribute it have?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
A little bit about myself...I'm a Chaplain, Priest, Clergy Spouse, Sibling and Advocate of someone with Special Needs.