Got my MLIS this past weekend. It feels so weird to no longer be in school…


Communion and the Body of Christ

Sometimes Communion isn’t just bread and wine. Sometimes Communion is when you have a hypoglycemic spell in the middle of the service,  and one parishioner digs glucose tablets out of her purse, while another parishioner runs to the parish hall fridge for a glass of orange juice, while making you sit down in your chair. Those glucose tablets, and glass of orange juice were the Body and Blood of Christ for me today.

And it is when your rector walks you to her office, and fetches you water, and makes you lie down on the couch to rest for at least a half hour before attempting to drive home. It’s a definite reminder that we are all part of the Body of Christ, and how, if one member is hurting, it hurts them all.

Hard to believe that Lent is almost over.

A church friend of mine passed away this week after a long illness. He kept it secret from those around him, choosing to remain quiet and private about his health. It was a shock to walk into the Thursday noon service, and find that he was gone.

Rest in peace, E. For us, Lent is still in season. For you, you rest in the Eternal Easter.

How can I do small, ordinary, deeds with great love?

In the middle of midterms

I will be back soon, I promise! In the meantime, have some George Herbert that has been in my head all day:

Love (III)

By George Herbert 1593–1633

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
                              Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
                             From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
                             If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
                             Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
                             I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
                             Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
                             Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
                             My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
                             So I did sit and eat.

Things I need to remember…

“The habit doesn’t make the sister, you know.”

Sister M. after I complained about the fact that I would be sad about not wearing a veil…

So Rev. C. lost her voice right after Ash Wednesday, and was told by her doctor that she cannot speak above a whisper for two whole weeks. We couldn’t get a supply priest for the Thursday service, and so the entire service was pretty much conducted with her whispering or S, one of the parishioners, speaking for her. Three guesses who got to read the homily? It was okay, cause I go to read from a piece of paper, but I was not expecting to preach when I walked in the door…

Called to Love

“Vocation is asking yourself, “How am I best called to love?””

— Sister Karen of the Sisters of St. Francis of the Martyr St. George


I spent the past weekend on a Vocational Search Weekend at the Community of Saint John the Baptist in New Jersey. During that whole time, the above quote was running through my head.

It is a question that I will be answering again, and again…

It’s funny, you think you have your road trip all planned out, and then suddenly, you come across a bend in the road that you did not take into account for. You have to stop, and pause, and carefully  journey around this bend, watching for unexpected things in your path, or sights to see. It’s a leap of faith.

That is how my life has been lately. And while I can’t say that I am loving every minute of it, I am constantly reminded of the wonder of the Creator…


New Year, New Blog?

*blows dust off of blog*

I suppose now is a good a time as any to try to start up a new blog…

But first, Compline, and bed…

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