I might have blogged about this already, but I don’t remember. Regardless, this is going to be a stream of consciousness typing thing, so if I get redundant I apologize.
In August of 2014, I remember being at church and someone was preaching and hearing very clearly in my head “you should not be here”. I don’t know if it was God speaking straight to me or what, but it freaked me out.
I flipped to the back of the notebook I was using to take notes, and tried to figure out what it meant. Was I not supposed to be there that day? Was I not supposed to be at that service? Was I not supposed to be at that church at all?
Again, it freaked me out.
Granted, I had been feeling a bit adrift at my church then. Our senior pastor was on the verge of retirement, and I do not feel that I got much out of his sermons for the last few years he was active. We were blessed to have a regular rotating staff of those that preached, and the one that was preaching that Sunday is one that I used to get so much out of but lately had found that I got nothing. I was tired of stories of his kids, his broken childhood home, and sports. E.v.e.r.y. sermon was comprised of these things.
Slowly, however, the others that preached regularly moved on to other things/places. Leaving us with the one preaching that sunday and the senior pastor.
So now fast forward to today, when the senior pastor has retired.
So guess who the new one is? Continue reading
The time for Hodgepodge has come around again, and this time I’m ahead of the game! I haven’t posted anything else on the blog in the last week, but I haven’t had much to say either. So that being said, let’s go with the randomness!
1. Describe love using all five senses.
Oooh, this could be interesting. Hmmmmm.
See: When your soul lightens upon seeing the one you love
Smell: That unique scent that no one else has
Taste: Just tastes better when shared with a love one
Hear: The one voice that after all this time can still make you melt
Touch: That ability to tell without even looking that the one you love has brushed up against you, but you still know who it is
When I was growing up, there was a running joke about home sales ladies. They sold makeup (Avon vs. Mary Kay) and Tupperware. Women would kick the men out of the house for the night, have chicken salad in phyllo cups and some stale cookies, and apply frosted blue eyeshadow around the dining room table. There were a few rebels, like one of my best friends. She’s sold BeautiControl for gosh, almost twenty years now. But for the most part, this was it.
No, wait, there was also Amway. Can’t forget them.
But now? Now you have so much more. Thirty-One. Tastefully Simple. ::ahem:: Adult-themed products. Avon. Mary Kay. Spongewear. Southern Living. Lia Sophia. Pampered Chef. Origami Owl. Scentsy. Longaberger. Seven hundred different scrapbooking companies. A thousand different health food supplement companies. Can’t count the number of personal grooming companies. Books. Baby supplies. More adult toys.
I finished this book over a week ago, and I cannot stop thinking about it. It wasn’t an easy read, but it certainly was thought-provoking! Written by Julia Scheeres, it was also published as Another Hour on a Sunday Morning in the UK.
Julia is the youngest of four children (one boy, three girls) in a very strict Calvinist family. When she was three, her family decided to adopt a boy. They were a bit taken aback when there were no white babies available and ended up with a black child, David. Bigoted themselves, David’s new mom was afraid that his blackness would rub off on her whenever she touched him. Julia, however, had an instant bond with him and loved him unreservedly, becoming best friends. When David was a few years older, they decided he needed another brother ‘like him’, and adopted Jerome. These are the three children that move to small town Indiana in the early 1980s. Continue reading
I’m not a Bill O’Reilly fan. In fact, if I had paid attention and realized that this was written by him, it might have influenced my decision to read the book. Instead, I saw the book on a ‘best of 2013’ list and thought it was intriguing (plus I’m on a biography kick right now) so I added it to my library list. And I’m glad I wasn’t biased by the author’s name over the title.
To be fair, I don’t know how much was O’Reilly written and how much was the coauthor Dugard. But from the first chapters of the book, written during the time when my native city of Richmond was being overtaken by Grant, forcing Lee on his way west toward Appomattox, I was intrigued at the way the story unfolded. Lincoln’s involvement in the last days of the war, what Booth Continue reading
Read Part 1 here.
So back to that Huffington Post article that I saw at work. It was a link to a letter written by a man in a state that is debating the legal definition of marriage. Currently, he happens to fall outside of that definition. And he presented a very eloquent argument as to why the thought of 13 strangers debating his future without knowing anything about him, or anything about his life, or anything about his marriage was one of the more discriminatory actions he has faced. You can go here and read the full letter–I encourage you to do so. At a time when people debate this topic so forcefully yet I know several of my friends do not know a gay man or a lesbian woman, much less one in a committed relationship, it is a fantastic accounting of what a day in his life is like. And it’s just that–a day. A day when two people who are married to each other wake up in the morning and go through their day. Go to work, eat meals, do laundry, watch a movie. A day like the day you have, or the day like I have.
I don’t know why the letter resonated with me so strongly, but it did. So I did something I think I’ve never done (unless it’s writing to my imagined BFF at USAToday, the Pop Culture Maven Whitney Mathison) and wrote to the guy that penned the original letter.
His name is Peter Monn. And he wrote me back. Continue reading
So here’s a bit of back story. A few days ago I was procrastinating at work and scrolling through my Facebook feed. Lately I seem to be clicking on a lot of Huffington Post articles, and they had one that caught my interest so I center clicked on it and opened it up in a second tab. And then forgot about it for the next few hours. It caught my attention as many headlines do–because it was on an issue that I carry an opinion that I do not often discuss.
I made a promise to myself that I would change that. That I would not hide my opinion any more. I don’t feel that I was hiding it to begin with, but I certainly wasn’t speaking up. Well, not any more than I normally do to friends. But not loudly, and not often.
In my life, I have had the privilege of working in the theater, in the restaurant world, and in the corporate office of a men’s clothing company. In each of these industries, I have had the opportunity to work with people who have a lifestyle that is quite different from the one that I live. Continue reading