Archive | March, 2011
cakepop competition.
10 MarHave you heard?
Cakepops are now being sold at Starbucks.
The novelty of cakepops will be lost.
But I’ll keep making them because mine will taste better. Right?
Here’s your job. Both tomorrow and Saturday, from 2pm – 5pm, Starbucks is giving away free cakepops with the purchase of a drink. I think you should go. (If you can. Sorry, Dawson folks, to tease. I know your closest isn’t too close!) THEN, please comment with your reactions, whether you’ve had one of mine or not.
My first reaction from a friend was that the coating is too thick, they’re a bit dry, and too sweet. Second reaction: “I just ate one. Yours are way better.” Okay, okay. I’m feeling a bit better about this … I went after class to snatch one and taste the competition, and … yeah. I think mine are better. [Naturally.] But I’m still curious to hear what you say!
Since we’re talking cakepops, want to see another Cooking Pastor cakepop video? [If you don’t, simply don’t click play.] I planned and taught a group lesson in my mission practices class this afternoon. Since the class is taught by the same professor who asked me to make the original holiday Cooking Pastor, we thought this would be a good way to kick off our presentation. [But please know that we realize the metaphor doesn’t work. It’s a joke, people. And, this may be another video where if you’re not in seminary, it might not be funny. Play at your own risk for boredom’s sake.]
It’s here!
10 MarThe video for the variety show! Watch me walk the catwalk, listen to my roommate’s bottle band and hear Joel rap about norwegian sweaters. Right here, folks!
If you don’t want to watch all 95 minutes, here are some cheats:
– My roomie’s bottle band : fast forward to about 12:30
– Fashion show [the extent of my involvement] : around minute 41
– Pal, Joel’s rap on sweaters: minute 67
[ Seminary and church jokes are prevalent. If you don’t go to school here, you may be puzzled. ]
dust again.
10 MarAsh Wednesday. The beginning of Lent. It was on this specific day last year that I think I truly began to live into my vocation, into being a pastor with my whole body and soul. Something clicked that night last year, something beautiful and yet unable to be completely put into words. I remember it a year after.
‘There was something cool. inspiring. humbling. to see the congregation worshiping, singing, and remembering that we are dust together. To see it from a different place – a different physical place in the sanctuary and a different place vocationally – was a gift for me tonight.’
I grow excited [can I use the word excited when talking about ashes, dust, and lent? I’m going to.] to think about next year when I’ll be [hopefully] with a new congregation, new brothers and sisters in Christ, new friends marked with the cross.
fashion modeling.
8 MarThere are days when I feel completely overwhelmed with ideas and stories to tell you, with pictures to paint with words.
Today is one of these days.
In such a good way.
But I try and pace myself. As much as I feel overwhelmed with words, I don’t want to overwhelm you. We’ll start slowly. Here.
I want to tell you how I suddenly feel such a great part of this community at seminary. I’ve honestly never really felt like I’ve belonged here … I’ve treaded water trying to find my place. People use a lot of big words I don’t understand. Sometimes, I don’t get the religious jokes and I feel too … not church nerdy? … to belong. Most of the time, I seem to worry more about how other people are perceiving me than simply being myself.
I’ve reached a place where I feel like I belong. I feel wonderful being a part of this community and I feel like I’m a part of this community while being myself and not someone else. [Just as I’m about to graduate and leave, she yells and stomps her foot.]
Tonight was the Luther Seminary Variety Show. [As a professor noted in an email to a friend, you’ll notice it’s called a ‘variety show.’ Not ‘talent show.’] Always held on Fat Tuesday and preceded by a community meal and silent auction, it’s one night when students and professors alike turn out to laugh and celebrate our community. I love seeing the professors and seminary staff members present with their spouses and kids.
Of the three variety shows I have been present for in my years here, this was the first one in which I was involved.
As a fashion model.
Come again, you say.
My pal, Cassie, is the talent behind this fashion show, writing the script that pushes and teases at seminary student types, and gathering the models and needed costumes. My role? I played the ‘fFU.’ The fresh from undergrad seminary student. This typical student is one who wears the sweatshirt of their college and flipflops, carrying a backpack and acting a bit aloof. [Video of this event does exist and I will share once the link is posted so you can watch me in my runway debut.]
The variety show pokes polite fun at students, professors, and the systems we go through. Norwegian sweaters also had their fair share of mention tonight. There are many-a-professor here at Luther who wear a Norwegian sweater daily. It’s. awesome. Equally – or even more – awesome? My pal, Kevin [whose real name is Joel], wrote and rapped a song about the sweater tonight. He continues to amaze me.
There is some awesome talent at seminary, beyond the preaching and teaching confirmation. Erm, I mean variety. There is some awesome variety at seminary. And I’m glad to be a part of it all.
An aside story: I donated two dozen cakepops to the silent auction. The rule was that I bring a display of cakepops and then take a special order from the winning party. Since the cakepops were near the “Wine tasting for 12 with Karoline Lewis” auction item – which my friends and I bid on, watched like hawks, and then won – I was able to watch the bidding. I watched Professor Schifferdecker’s kids eye up the cakepops, her youngest grabbing and wanting one. Once the bidding was over [the winning cakepops to be made and delivered to Karoline for her boys who have tasted their goodness and wanted them badly – this might make cousin, Hannah, jealous], I took the display. I passed Professor Schifferdecker on the way with her three kids and offered each of them one. They were super excited, so much so that her eldest daughter threw her arms around me and said, “You’re the best!”
Hugs from kids are great. It was the best.
Grandpa.
8 MarI love my Grandpa Sid for so many reasons. I remember Grandpa putting my cousin and I in a metal bushel basket at the top of the corn shed hill, spinning and pushing us down the ice-covered gravel road. [Dangerous? Heck yes. Fun? Heck yes.] I remember him getting just as anxiously excited as my dad during tobacco harvest. He lives just down the hill from the farm and sends me awesome vintage [not the word he would use but they’re super cute and old] valentines and birthday postcards.
When I was home a few weekends ago, I wanted to stop down to say hello and tell him about my assignment to region three, but he wasn’t home. I called and left him a message, letting him know I had stopped and that I would call when I had further assignment news. In response to that message, I received a letter in the mail yesterday, in his awesome tight script.
He told me about his wishes for my further assignment, told me what he’d been up to, and then told me where to get the best lutefisk. Now I’m telling you – Iola, WI. To quote Grandpa, “If you like lutefisk, that’s the place to go.”
You take care.
ridiculous.
7 Mar| I can laugh at myself. Here is the perfect example. You can laugh too. It’s ridiculous. |
It was a balmy 25 degrees on Saturday when I – along with Kim, Krissy, and Lynn [meet them in the previous video post] – boarded a shuttle bus that took us to Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis. Then I jumped into the frozen lake with gal pal, Rachel Green Sara, and her mom, Jenny. We were team ‘Just Add Water,’ wearing aprons with ugly frill, oven mitts, and carrying kitchen utensils [a whisk for me]. There were also swim caps. I’m not sure anyone looks good in such a weird stretchy thing, but I certainly looked horrid. I will, however, thank the swim cap for keeping my head dry. I am certain that not having a head of wet hair helped a lot when enduring the cold water and air.
But really, besides looking ridiculous [which was the goal to begin with], it wasn’t bad. It was actually a lot of fun. After the count of “1 … 2 … 3 … PLUNGE!” we jumped and then got ourselves out of the water as quickly as we could to run to the hot tubs. Honestly, I’d do it again. It was fun. And just enjoyable to watch people’s reactions when I told them what I did this weekend.
In total, there were 2900 plungers at this specific plunge, raising over $600,000 for Special Olympics!
Thanks to those who pledged for my plunge!
Thanks to those who pledged for my plunge!
video post.
6 MarAll your questions will be answered by clicking play.
[Further posts regarding my weekend of visitors and pictures of the polar plunge will follow. For now, this is all you get. Make as much sense of it as you can …]
I got the call –
4 MarAnd it Southeastern Minnesota for me!
The call actually came later last night, around 9pm, when I was heading through the door to go out with friends. The bishop from this synod – which surrounds Rochester, Albert Lea, Red Wing and beautiful countryside of the like – welcomed me to the synod, gave me a few dates to put on my calendar to meet up within the synod, and told me that he was a fellow Luther College grad. (Always a good thing.) It was a short phone call but I was excited to get the news.
And I’m pretty stoked about where I’ll be. Southwestern and southeastern Minnesota synods were my preferences and I think I’m quite content that it is SE. Being in SE, I’m as close to home as I could be while in region three. Chances are I’ll actually be closer to home than I am here while in seminary. This makes events I have lined up in the fall [weddings and a Luther College homecoming] much more possible. I’ve heard glorious things about the synod from classmates who went through candidacy in SE and know of one other person who is assigned in that direction – and it’s a friend [who I accept and enjoy despite an odd overall – the clothing item – fascination], which will be great to have as the process continues.
Speaking of friends, I have some great ones. I feel so incredibly supported by those friendly people in my life throughout this whole process. Last night, I met up with a group of friends and we laughed like I haven’t laughed in a long time. Lots of people have been wondering, asking, waiting with me as I wanted my phone to ring last night. I felt the facebook embrace as people responded when I posted where I was headed [My sister’s comment? “Proud of you!”], and I know that there were faithful blog readers waiting too. [Sorry for holding out until this morning to post! Maybe I’ve ended up teaching you patience, Sharon? :)] Moral of the story: Thanks, friends.
















