Dancing Bananas.

4 Dec
It’s just a fruit.
And it’s a little ridiculous to think that they can dance.
The Dancing Bananas are facing trials and tribulations by the bushel basket these days.
Surgeries. 
Child custody.
Job uncertainty.
Fertility wonderings.
Questions about the future.
Potential moves cross country.
Aggressive cancer in a father-in-law.
Searching for answers to medical conditions.
It’s a lot.  So much.  The emails are nearly daily at this point with communication, support, and funny stories in the midst of it all.  The seven of us currently live in five different states and it’s been nearly ten years since we graduated from high school.
I’m not completely sure what holds us together and so tightly.  Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t often find bananas that dance.  We’re rare and find comfort in being odd together.  Or that we love each other and have been friends for over twenty years.
The bananas of the world are meant to unite, jump, dance, and go.  And so we do, along with support, hug, and love.  Early morning phone calls, cake pop care packages, and anything more.  I love my Dancing Bananas.

another first.

4 Dec
My weekend without sermon writing was true in its title – besides some touch-up work on the sermon Saturday night, I spent no time writing.  It was wonderful.
However [yeah.  there’s a however.] it was anything but a weekend free of work.
I had a board meeting on Friday afternoon at the nursing home in Austin.  Have I told you I’m on a board of directors at a nursing home?  I’m a warm body in a chair and that’s pretty much it because I still can’t read the financial sheet they hand out each month.  I spend an hour driving to and from and the 1.5 hours there in a daze.  It is on my day off, after all.
And then [yeah.  there’s an and then.] I went to the post office to drop off a bulk mailing.  From there, it was to the funeral home.
That’s right.  This girl has her first funeral at ROG this week.
I met the funeral director to get the scoop [the family had met earlier that day and I was not invited into that conversation.  weird?], drove home, and went to the office.  [Sidenote: The funeral director?  Surprisingly young.  And married.  I looked.  But I do wonder what makes a person want to become one who arranges funerals and preserves bodies.  I admire them.]  I had phone calls to make, funeral church arrangements to secure, and my own bearings to find.  
I met with the family on Saturday morning to plan the service.  It was good to meet them before it all – I had only met the husband once [when I visited he and his wife – now deceased – in my first month here].  We chatted.  We planned.  Now tomorrow my task will be to prepare for it all on Tuesday.
Tuesday is December 6th which marks exactly my three month anniversary at ROG.  It’s as if the universe is saying the easy part is over.  It’s real now.

gnomen forecast.

4 Dec
From last night:

You know, in the movie Mean Girls, the blond one uses her – well – breasts as an indicator whether or not it’s raining while she does the weather for the school’s newscast.  I have like ESPN or something.  My breasts can always tell when it’s going to rain …

Exchange breasts for this gnome.  Change rain for snow.

There’s a 30% chance that it’s already snowing.

fun story friday.

3 Dec
I meant to post this yesterday.  You know – on Friday.  But the day got away from me so here is a fun story friday edition on a saturday.
First story.  I went to the Baptist church Christmas tea last week with a car of congregation members.  The program was lovely and then we had coffee/tea/desserts in the basement.  There were super polite – SUPER polite – boys [high school-ish] going table to table, serving the beverages.  One boy stopped at our table, asked if anyone wanted water, and when our table declined his offer, he BOWED and began to walk away.  Until he came back and said this to me: Excuse me, ma’m, might I say that is a very beautiful ring you’re wearing.  *bow*  [Awkward?]
Second story.  I keep a bed pillow on my couch/loveseat.  Mabel uses it like a human.  And she drools.
Third story.  Paige’s house was on the Waseca Christmas house tour.  Friday night was the preview for the home owners and their families, and the committee members.  Paige invited her local family [Lauren, jD, and I] to tour the homes.  Some of the houses were extreme to the awesome and some were extreme to the completely odd.  There were codes to communicate within our family about the atrocities we witnessed.  Lauren would say, “My sister would love that!” and jD would cough if something was hideous.  Lauren’s sister loved a lot of things at certain homes and I think jD came down with something.  There were lanterns in the 1960s pink bathroom tub and the largest Christmas village ever.  Paige has a music room in her Christmas house and so we formed a family band.  I played the accordion.
Christmas goose.
Fourth.  Paige, jD, and I go everywhere synod-related together, right?  Right.  And so we’re going to send the synod a Christmas card from the three of us.  There was a photo shoot.  Oh yes.  A photo shoot.

a weekend without sermon writing means –

30 Nov
Well … first, I have to write my sermon tomorrow during my work day.  But I think it’s completely feasible!   Ideas have been shuffling about my head for a few days; they now need to find their way to the paper.  There are no meetings on the calendar for my Thursday so I hereby declare it an office day of sermon writing and ADVENTure preparing.  With a work-free weekend, I will be happy and –
I will finish decorating my Christmas trees.
I will make this for a dinner.  If only it’s the tiniest bit as delicious as the Thai pizza I had at Moose’s Tooth in Anchorage before flying home in August.  [And while we’re on the subject – remember when I drove to Alaska?  One of the best weeks ever.  I’d do it again at the snap of the fingers.  I think about it all. the. time.]
I will clean the house.
I will figure out how to check out ebooks on my kindle from the Austin Public Library.  [Currently enjoying Little Women for the first time but I’m anxious for something a little faster moving.]
I will begin my Christmas cards and shop etsy-style for gifts.
I may rent a redbox movie.  The Green Lantern, perhaps?
I will finish a batch of cakepops and deliver them to Paige for her house walk tour.  [I should probably drop a business card off with them too?  That means I need a name – help!]
I may make this to keep the backseat of my car Mabel-hair free from this point on.  [It’s pretty disgusting right now.]
I will sleep and veg an appropriate amount, along with a few rounds of cardio and yoga.  
It will be a fantastically wonderful weekend.  I can’t wait.

the lovely list.

29 Nov
Things in the life of lindsay are quite lovely these last few days.  
I came home after a day of work yesterday and for the first time in months, I had the energy to do something instead of sit in front of the tv and veg.  It was a good day.  A good night.
There are three different Christmas soap scents in the two bathrooms and at the kitchen sink.  Little things like Bath and Body Works foam soap make me happy.
Big Bang Theory season four on dvd.
Broccoli stir-fry.

Christmas lights on trees. 

A member throwing her arm around my shoulders today and telling me, “You’re doing a good job, kid.”  [I could do without the kid part but I’ll take it.]
The return of the ADVENTure during the Sunday school hour on Sunday.  I love my Advent calendars and the crafting that comes along with the event.
I changed up some liturgy in Sunday’s service to no negative comments.  I’ll take that as a small victory.
I think all those things they say about when-you-exercise-you-feel-better is right on.  I stopped my gym membership [“I want to quit the gym!”  I was Chandler without the screeching.] because the fifteen minute drive one way wasn’t happening; back to the living room with p90x.  It kills in such a wonderful way.
My Christmas cards arrived from my favorite quality paper store, Paper Source.  I love sending and receiving Christmas mail, and can’t wait to put that stack of red envelopes in my mailbox to send out.
Listening to Sermon Brainwave, a podcast on each Sunday’s Bible lessons.  Four of my seminary professors banter back and forth and give me sermon ideas.  It makes me smile.
Once I leave this coffee shop, I’m going to Staples to buy packs and packs of cardstock.  I love paper.
Baby Jesus hasn’t been stolen.  yet.

#bakeoff2011 results

28 Nov
I know you’re wondering.  You’re really curious.  I’ve kept in suspense long enough.
How did #bakeoff2011 go?
My entry was low quality.  It was store-bought dough and frosting.  The goal was to do something as easy and as quickly as possible the night before I drove home.  I didn’t have the creative energy or time to do anything real extensive.  
I made these.
Can you tell what they are?
It’s okay.  No one else could either.
It’s a thanksgiving plate.  You’ve got your turkey, your mashed potatoes, peas, and cranberries.  The plate would be round and likely make more sense but it couldn’t be a circle.  That was a part of the rule.
But in the end, it didn’t really matter.
Because my opponent and sworn bake-off enemy, Connor, didn’t bring anything!
And that, my friends, is how my crappy, last-minute, not-homemade entry won the sixth annual Thanksgiving day bake off of 2011.

Molly the crazy.

26 Nov
What do you need to know about Molly?  She’s my cousin.  She’s in sixth grade.  She’s crazy.
Emma, Molly, and I braved the stores on Friday after the crowds had mostly dispersed.  I always like to see what dvds are on sale [since I have no satellite or cable, I justify the cost of buying tv on dvd] and this year I needed bath towels.  It was time to retire the purple ones I still have from when I started college nine and a half years ago.  But all in all, nothing too crazy.
Except Molly.
We walked into Target and Molly, holding a flyer in her hand, began screeching, “It’s here!  It’s here!” a la the Target jumpsuit commercial lady.  People stared and laughed.  She did sit-ups on the red ball too.
We stopped briefly at Best Buy and as we were leaving saw a vending machine for the largest gumballs EVER.  Molly wanted one and Emma gave her the seventy five cents she needed.  She gnawed on that thing for a good hour.

Whenever the three of us are bumming around stores, our usual lunch stop is Jimmy John’s.  Molly hopped in a booth as I ordered, Emma joined her, and then I told Molly I’d fill her soda.  She wanted Dr.Pepper.  I went for Diet Coke.  Somewhere between the fountain and the booth, I forgot which was which.  I handed one to Molly and told her to take a drink to see if it was right.  Uh huh, she nodded.  Five minutes later, I get around to taking my first drink from my cup … of Dr.Pepper.  Molly, Molly, Molly.  Spitting of soda on Emma ensued.  Chunks of slim #1 flew about.  Shenanigans, I tell you.  
Later, we stopped at the good old Piggly Wiggly for a few groceries.  Molly happily took the kiddie cart and wheeled it around the store like a mad woman.  Watch your heels, people.  [Doesn’t her face resemble an angry bird?]

To summarize, Molly is crazy.

And I love her for it.

#bakeoff2011

22 Nov
It’s official.  So official that it has its own hashtag in the twitter-verse.
Year six.  Here we go.  Those born on December 8th [my 18 year old cousin, Connor, and I share the same birthday] are matching their baking and creative skills against one another once again.  Any and everything more you want to know about this year’s bake-off can be found in the following photos of my iphone screen:

Sunday.

20 Nov
Sunday.  Sunday.  Sunday.
Church at 9am.  I started with a joke today.  It felt right.
[Dear Noah,
We swear you said the ark wasn’t leaving until 1.
Sincerely,
The unicorns]
Har.  Har.  Har.
Then I challenged the congregation to share the peace without touching each other.  They weren’t allowed to shake hands.  They thought it was cute but it was probably the novelty of it.  I don’t think they’ll think it’s cute next week.
Then hello sermon number two.  I had to preach this evening at an ecumenical [read: Lutherans and Catholics] Thanksgiving service.  To heck if I was able to write it while still thinking about my Sunday morning service.  It’s not how I work, folks.
Sermon writing intermission: Mabel and I walked out to the dumpster to throw something out.  I opened the lid of the dumpster and a terrified cat jumped out.  Mabel chased it and treed it.
Print sermon.  Smell something foul.  Find Mabel had gone number two on the hardwood floor of a spare bedroom.  That’s a first.  [And hopefully a last.]
Paige and I had a date to meet at 4pm at one of jD’s church.  It’s church dinner season in Minnesota, donchaknow, and Aurora Lutheran was hosting an oyster stew and chili supper.  We had kept it a secret that we would be attending and surprised the bowtied pastor at the door.  He convinced me I wanted to pay two extra dollars to try the oyster stew.  I tried.  And soon traded the bowl in for chili instead.
From there [and after requesting that our server tell Lauren in the kitchen that we were highly unsatisfied with our food to get her attention – the perfect ploy] I drove to Blooming to prepare for this Thanksgiving service and the preaching of the sermon I was really unsure about.  Lo and behold, it proved true again that any sermon I think is terrible is the one I receive the most positive feedback.  [Unless of course everyone was just super nice to the new girl.  That is also possible.  Pity compliments are always a possibility.]
Long Sunday, folks.  Long Sunday.  A long Sunday to be followed by three long days of busy, busy work in order to prepare to take off for Wisconsin on Thursday for a couple days.  Here we go.
[You can be the judge yourself.  Below is the sermon I thought was mediocre but highly complimented by others.  Pity praise?  You decide or can jump on the boat of pity.]  [It’s a joke, folks,  I’m not really that down on myself or think that everything said to me is a lie through other’s teeth.]
What do you see?  It’s like that popular children’s book Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see? The book goes through different animals of different colors, teaching children about animals and colors and patterns.  Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see?  I see a red bird looking at me.  Red bird, red bird, what do you see?  I see a blue horse looking at me.  And the pattern continues.  Maybe I should ask you –  people of God, people of God, what do you see?  We likely haven’t seen any blue horses lately so our answers would be much different than the book.  And I would add a second question on the next page – What do you do when you see?
It kind of goes without saying that what we see makes all the difference.  What we see shapes our outlook and our behavior.  If we see snow on the ground outside, we put on our boots.  If we see someone crying, we comfort them.  If we see the stoplight turn yellow ahead of us, we use the brakes on our car.  And if we saw a blue horse like the one in the children’s story, we might be speechless.
What we see makes all the difference.  People who wear glasses know this.  People who have been subject to unfortunate eyesight loss know this.  I wear contacts during the day and so, come night, I take them out and put on my glasses.  I go to bed, putting my glasses on my beside table.  Always in the same place.  One morning, I woke up, grabbed my glasses, put them on, and went about my morning.  I turned on the light in my bedroom and turned on my computer.  Something wasn’t quite right.  Was the light not working properly?  It seemed awfully dark in my bedroom.  And my computer screen was hard to read.  I blinked over and over, leaned in closer to the desk and realized my eyesight was terrible.  Why couldn’t I see?  What we see makes all the difference and at this point, I couldn’t see like I should be able to and my behavior reflected that.  I became a bit crazy, a bit fearful, wondering what could be going on.  I took off my glasses thinking, maybe, just maybe, they were really dirty and needed to be cleaned.  In my morning fog, my still half-awake state of mind, I pulled off … my non-prescription sunglasses.  They weren’t the right glasses at all.  What we see makes all the difference.
In verse 14 of our gospel reading, Jesus sees the lepers who call out to him.  And when he saw them, he said to them, ‘Go and show yourselves to the priests.’  In these times, if a leper was healed, it was a priest who had to certify that the person was clean once again before they could become a part of the community once more.  And as the lepers went as Jesus said to them, they were made clean.  Jesus saw a need and acted to meet it. 
Likewise, then one of the lepers sawthat he was healed and turned back.  Because he saw that he was healed, he praised God and thanked Jesus.  What the leper saw affected his behavior.  When the leper saw that he was healed, he didn’t just celebrate his good fortune on his own or with the other nine, but turned around with gratefulness. 

In both [of these] cases, seeing means more than just physical sight – it means on the one hand perceiving the opportunity to be merciful toward another, and on the other hand the recognition that God’s mercy has touched one’s life.

It’s not only what you see but it is what you do when you see. 

When Jesus saw people in need, when he saw people on the outside, he acted.  Jesus restored them to fullness.  With the healing Jesus pronounced upon the ten, those ten lepers would no longer need to live outside of the community.  Those ten lepers would no longer need to cry out, “Unclean, unclean” if someone were to approach them.  Christ invites them into a wholeness of life once more, into a lifemuch unlike the one they were forced to live before.  And the one who returned recognized the mercy of God that had touched him and made him clean; for that, he was grateful.

Seeing can make all the difference. What do you see?  Make sure you are not wearing your sunglasses instead of your prescription lenses and take account of what’s around you.  It’s not even always about what we see – it’s what we feel, touch, and smell.  Are you aware of what goes on around you?
Take account of the people around and the needs that are present in our lives and the lives of our neighbors.  Jesus saw the need of the lepers – people cast outside because of a disease.  What needs do you see?  What do you perceive about the world around you?  Around us?
Let’s take our community of Blooming Prairie as context.  Some people might guess that the needs in our community are small.  Blooming is a small and proud community; the kind where people know people and directions are given by landmarks instead of street addresses.  Yet, there are still needs present in this community and in communities around us.  It’s true that sometimes people in need simply do not catch our attention. A coworker we label as crabby may be struggling with a difficult family situation, and we might learn that if only we ask. Who notices an international student far from home and family, or the person separated from family during the holidays? Other times, we simply pass by people whose lives are a day-to-day struggle to survive. There are people who need care, families who need help, and people who may simply need to feel that they are loved.
Remembering also the tenth leper who returned to give thanks once he saw he was healed, let’s touch on his reaction to what he saw.  There’s this second part of seeing and acting present in the text.  What do you see for which you can give thanks?  How do we live grateful lives in response to how we see God is working in and through us?  In this season of thanksgiving, we focus on the gratitude piece.  I asked the confirmation students at Red Oak Grove to put together a wall of thankfulness.  Everything from friends to pets to family to music to chores showed up on their lists.  I would wonder what you see each and every day – this season and throughout the year – for which gratitude is a wonderful and proper response. 
Remember the big question is this – what do you see and what do you do when you see?  If you go home with one thing stuck in your head, think about what you see and how you act.  Do you see the need for food shelf availability and purchase extra food items at the grocery store?  Do you see a lonely neighbor in need of conversation and so you knock on her door?  Do you see the blessings of parents, children, and friends in your own life, and make them aware of the gratitude you have for their love?  Do you see God healing someone you love and thank God in prayer and praise? 
As we read this text and as we are a part of this thanksgiving, soon to be advent, and upcoming Christmas season, perhaps what goes forward with us is that faith is a way of seeing.  Believing in Christ calls us to open our eyes and employ all our senses to the world around us.  Which of our neighbors need assistance?  How can we help?  What are our blessings for which to be grateful?  A rabbi says it this way – “Religion is not primarily a set of beliefs, a collection of prayers or a series of rituals. Religion is first and foremost a way of seeing. It can’t change the facts about the world we live in, but it can change the way we see those facts, and that in itself can often make a difference.”
If we believe that faith is a way of seeing, what we see should lead us to act.  Reaching out, helping others, and making a joyful noise in response to God’s mercy and grace.  Thanking and praising God along the journey.   What do you see and what will you do when you see? People of God, people of God, what do you see?  Amen.