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The first place I heard the Lord's Prayer

The first time I heard the Lord's Prayer was in a public school setting. I don't remember if the school I attended for Kindergarten said the Lord's Prayer every morning, but the school where I was for 1st to 4th grades did. We sang "O Canada" followed by the Lord's Prayer in the morning, and at the end of the day, we sang "God Save Our Queen."

One morning, when I was in fourth grade, as we stood to say the Lord's Prayer, rather than the sound of our principal, Mr. Hallas, saying the Lord's Prayer, we heard this song by Sister Janet Mead, a recording which was actually on the radio. Imagine that happening today. My fourth grade teacher was Sister Joan, whose vocation involved her working in the public school system. Her fellow sister, Irene, also taught at our school. I often wondered if perhaps they had some influence in choosing this song for the morning prayer.

I have never been able to repeat The Lord's Prayer in any other version but this, with the "thy" instead of "your." When I tried it once, I couldn't do it. It's permanently etched on my mind from this recording. It just goes to show you how well music and memory work. It re-inforces the principle of setting Psalms to music for singing to help remember them. I wonder if Janet Mead is still living.


Desperate times

Just when I thought I didn't know a thing, I read Karl Barth. Now I know I really don't know anything.

In the midst of having to crank out 3,000 words on Menno Simons by Saturday (with a Greek vocabulary test on Thursday for good measure), I had to read a portion of Dogmatics in Outline to prepare an assignment. I have no idea if the assignment is worth much, but it's finished, and that is what matters. I also had to learn a little bit about Soren Kierkegaard, because he was an influence on Barth. I think Kierkegaard was what my kids used to call "emo." Anyway, Barth was a very compelling read. I'd like to read more, but I don't have time this week. By the time my Greek final is over, I probably won't care.

There was a devastating bus accident on the weekend, involving a junior hockey team from Humboldt, Saskatchewan. Yes, it's likely small potatoes compared to a school shooting or whatever antics Trump is up to, but for that small town in Saskatchewan, this is going to forever mark its history. Even the Queen sent her condolences. Fifteen people died; most of them young men with their lives ahead of them. I have been praying for their families and their community. Such a devastating time.

My daughter and I were having a discussion about perfectionism, control, and being a workaholic. I think I am probably a workaholic in some ways. Which means it's good I was not a working mom when the kids were young. I recognized this tendency in myself this week, working on my term paper. The time for research is long past, but I kept finding resources (which I clearly had no time to look at with any attention) thinking, "Oh, that might be good!" Today, the writing has to start for real. I'm going to have to accept that this paper does not have to read like a peer-reviewed journal article. That was advice from my daughter who ought to know what professors expect from term papers.

I always get tired around 2:30 in the afternoon. I don't want to feel that afternoon lethargy. I plan on drinking coffee, which I don't do often since I was diagnosed with GERD. I'm stricly a tea woman now. But desperate times call for desperate measures.


Keep stringing sentences together

Seminary this semester has left little time for blogging. I should probably be tackling the reading I have scheduled for today instead of blogging, but I'm waiting for my tea to steep. 

Even though I don't have much to say (or much worth reading) these days, not having a discipline of writing daily is something I miss. I figured this out when I was preparing an assignment on John Wesley two weeks ago. No matter if I don't have much to say; I need to keep stringing sentences together. I'm not a professional writer, and I'm not a famous blogger, but writing is what I like to do.

So, while I wait for Yorkshire Gold, some randoms:

  • I've heard people say that too much social media can actually make people lonely. I believe it.
  • When my kids were at home, I blogged too much, and I realize I probably came across as too busy on some days. All those blog posts I wrote? What do they mean now? 
  • In the last month, all three of my kids have shared wonderful news with me. I love to know they care to share their happy moments with me.
  • Have you ever noticed that when someone wants to make dogs look cute and appealing, there may be a Beagle in the picture, but when people make dog training videos there is not a Beagle in sight? There is a reason for this. Trust me.
  • I'm so excited about my courses this fall: Greek Exegesis and Synoptic Gospels. I am (so far) the only women in the Synoptics class. Over the summer, our Greek maintenance project is to translate the book of Philippians and parse every verb we encounter. I'm determined to finish that project, even though it's optional.
  • On my way to school last week, there was a truck in front of me carrying what looked like sheets of granite countertop. Once we were on the highway, one of the sheets fell off and landed on the road, sending pieces all over the place. I slowed down immediately. No other driver was affected, and the I was not that close behind him. I was able to change lanes, and I was absolutely calm, which could only have come from God. Every Tuesday and Thursday, when I arrive to and from school safely, I thank God for safety.
  • Doopsegzinde is my new favourite word. I love saying it over and over. It means "baptism minded." I'm immersed in Dutch Anabaptism at the moment. I was reading before bed last night and in the middle of the night, I was dreaming, and I thought someone was speaking Dutch badly, but it turns out, it was my husband, snoring. 
  • I think I will be glad when I'm finished my term paper.
  • I know that being in seminary is exactly where God wants me to be at this moment.

Random quickie musings

I have an all day class today; Church History. We're going to be talking about the Englightenment and the Church and 19th Century Liberalism. I'm looking forward to it. It's a long day, but it's interesting. 

Why have Christians gone ga-ga over Jordan Peterson? There are those who are musing over that question, which inspired another question: why?

I have to laugh when I see people say they are "researching" something, and all of their research involves reading nothing but blogs and websites. Then they "present" their research in lengthy tweet threads. When I see tweet threads, I say in my head: "Don't be lazy; write a blog post." But since blogs seems to be a dying breed, perhaps this is the only way we can get on our soapboxes anymore. 

Greek participles are a wonder and a conundrum. They really direct the reader to the temporal aspect of sentences, and describing the means and motives of things, but they are not easy to translate at first. I'm not as automatic as I would like at knowing how to do that. I am perplexed, as well, when I hear the word prounounced "parTICiple." Clearly, those guilty of that pronounciation are anticipating the word "participate." Stress goes on the first syllable. Here is proof.

Last week, I went to Ministry Leadership Day, and heard excellent teaching on the subject. Dr. Thomson talked about worship and music. One of the things he said is something I've been thinking about a lot: "Sometimes, we see music as the mediator between God and man." He also talked about the tendency to turn lights down before congregational singing. I am so thankful my church doesn't do that . . . yet. Hopefully, I won't see that.

Little acts of kindness are so nice. On Thursday, at school, I was waiting to meet with another student, working on my Greek, when one of the profs noticed me sitting there. She was on her way to the seminary lunch. When I told her I wouldn't be going to that, but was meeting someone, she asked if I would like her to bring me a bowl of soup. It is not the first act of kindness she has shown me.

Speaking of acts of kindness: whenever I'm leaving the academic building to go home from school, if there s a young man ahead of me, he always holds the door for me. 

Next weekend, my daughter is coming home so we can go together to visit a possible venue for her wedding. She is finding out how expensive these things are. I don't plan on photographing the visit and posting pictures on Instagram. Does that mean it won't really have happened?

Breakfeast awaits, and so does this day.


Dismal and happy fiction, writing strengths, and the week end

And we arrive at Friday once again.

I feel like I didn't get enough accomplished, and as usual, it's my own fault. I have to teach my first lesson on Nehemiah on Sunday, and speak about Ephesians 4 on Thursday. I'm glad there is rain in the forecast, because I have a feeling I'll be hunkering down.  I'd better, or I won't be prepared.

I'm attending a baby shower tonight for the wife of a young man whom I taught in youth ministry. He was very good friends with my kids. I can't believe how many former students are becoming parents! It's encouraging.

The sunny weather has drawn my attention to reading fiction. I read a book this past week, and started another, neglecting my other reading. The book I finished is quintessential Canadian fiction, called Fall On Your Knees. Beautifully written, but a very dismal story, and I couldn't find any redemption in the end. I've begun a new series of books, recommended to me by my friend, Melissa, about an adolescent, named Flavia de Luce. The author is Canadian as well, but it's nothing like what I just read. I can take a book with a dismal storyline once in a while, but afterward, I need something fun and cheery.  This is. But I must put Flavia aside until I get my lesson done for Sunday.

I've been thinking a lot lately about writing, specifically about what I choose to write. I think back to when there was no internet. What did I write about? Well, essays, mostly, until I graduated. Lots of stories, always unfinished. When I started blogging, I wrote mostly about homeschooling and my kids. It morphed a little into thoughts about my faith. Sometimes, I responded to what I read in the blog world. 

I've come to wonder about the wisdom of writing in response to another blog post. And by saying that, I don't mean no one should ever do that. I'm talking about myself. I have to ask myself what the purpose is of reading a post, getting hyped up about it, and then firing off a half-baked response. And yes, when I write something in haste, it is half-baked. I think there is a lot of wisdom (which I'm still learning to follow) in waiting to respond.

I've also come to the conclusion that we ought to write where our strength is, not just emulate what everyone else is doing. Sometimes, online, where we have the impression that everyong is watching us (when they probably aren't) we feel an obligation to comment on every story that comes along. There are people who are skilled at that. I don't think I'm one of them. 

So, now, I wait and try to figure out where I am competent writing. I know what gets my juices going, but I'm still thinkng about it.

I think that was a good lesson to learn this week.