This Journey

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Immaculate Conception

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This is what my drive in to work looked like…except for the freeway part. (oh, and not my picture. I keep thinking I should take my camera along with me.)

Today is a holy day of obligation…if you go in for that sort of thing. As it is, it only confused all us Lutherans trying to get to the ISAIAH meeting at the St. Paul Cathedral today. And made us park far, far away on a (still) cold, cold day.

It was my turn in the “hot seat” at the agitation table today. Not as bad as I expected, but I still blubbered anyway. Main point: while it’s OK to rely on outside input/hints from others, I need to determine for myself “who I am” as a public person. Who God is calling me to be and what God is calling me to be doing in the public arena.

Fair enough. It’s not new news. I rely too heavily on what others see my role is for my identity. I know why and I know where it comes from. I just wish I could snap out of it!

I committed to 1) talking with GS about examples of techniques for meeting with political figures so that I could establish a relationship with them in order to invite them to stand with us on certain issues, or at least attend some ISAIAH events. 2) Touch base with ST regarding not letting me off the hook in inviting the chair of the Republican committee to the February 23rd event.(Can I just say Uff da! on that one?)

I also committed to setting 1:1s with the following people by Monday: Stephan, Shaun, Zeb & Amanda, Paul, Dennis, Connie A. The purpose of the 1:1 is to 1) strengthen relationship 2) proposition them to attend the Feb 23 event.

Now I’m just tired and I want to go home and go to bed and knit DS1 a blanket, but I have to stay at work and hold youth choir/band rehearsal.

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.

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