Monday Musing - It Finally Happened!

Now, don't get too excited. It's probably a more exciting thing just for me and not anyone else.

If you have talked to me at all about how I got involved in things at PUMC post-pandemic, you will know that Laity Sunday 2020 I was looking forward to sitting in the congregation and enjoying other people doing stuff for the service and having it not be me. I never got that moment in 2020. Or 2021. Or 2022.

However, after 12 years of participating in some way (9 of those years essentially running the service) in a Laity Sunday service, I finally got that opportunity to do what I normally do in a service, but not do anything extra.

Don't get me wrong - leading or participating in a Laity Sunday service was never a burden. It was never an imposition. I enjoyed being able to share in what the people of the church have done and can do. But sometimes, you want to be able to see someone else's vision of what being the laity in a church is. And learn from it. Which is what I got to do yesterday.

I got to hear a perspective that I was familiar with and some of which I have been working with - that of our Sunday School and youth/young people. But it is important, from time to time, to be reminded that those are the people we need to ensure that they realize they too are part of the laity. Laity isn't just for adults. Or people who have done classes. Or who are in Adult Sunday School. Or who are in committees or run committees or have particular roles within the church.  I haven't really experienced it at PUMC, but there have been some places where it is encouraged to have the children seen from time to time, but never heard or hardly heard. If they make too much noise, they aren't welcome. If they wiggle around during the sermon, they're not welcome. But the children, the young people, the youth, the teenagers, and anyone above all that - they are welcome. There are things that they can do - not because it is "assigned" to them because of their age but because it is a mission and they are certainly all part of the mission field.

Random sun photo from 11/12/2023

Monday Musing - Seeing Differently

Saturday I picked up my new glasses.

Me on Sunday (11/5) with my new glasses

They have transition lenses, so I don't have to have a separate pair of sunglasses. And they are progressives, to help me with reading. A couple years ago when I got my last pair of glasses, I was told I could get progressive lenses but it wasn't necessary. Because I wanted to wear contacts as well, I opted for no progressives. And soon found that when I wore my contacts, I needed a pair of glasses (aka "cheaters" or "readers") in order to see my phone. And eventually, if my phone wasn't far enough away, I'd have to take my glasses off to see some things better. I got tired of that so figured it was about time to not worry so much about the contacts (which I wound up hardly wearing) and get the right pair of glasses to make my life a bit easier.

I adjusted to the new glasses pretty easily. It was great being able to see what I needed to on my phone without having to take my glasses off. Or not have my eyes take time to adjust to seeing things from one distance to another - which happened a lot when I would go from my phone to reading a book. I got pretty good at determining where I should look at things through the top of my glasses for distance and where it was best to look out of the lower part for reading.

Until I got to singing with choir in the sanctuary.

I struggled a bit trying to find just the right place for my binder where I could see the music clearly and where I could see the director clearly. It was a lot of moving my hand around back and forth and up and down until I got it just right - while we were singing. I'm lucky I didn't get lost!

It was a very different way for me to see - a way I hadn't encountered before, at least for a long time.

And all this got me to thinking how we can all see things differently. Or how we experience things differently.

This happens a lot with scripture. The scripture reading during church yesterday was the same scripture we reflected on in our contemplative worship service earlier in the morning. I struggled with where to go with it and jotted some thoughts and notes to myself about how I was struggling and how parts didn't really make sense to me. But then our pastor preached on it, coming from a very different angle, and things started to fall into place. Even when we in the early morning service share our thoughts, where I wind up isn't the same place where others wind up. It is never wrong. It is just different.

We see things differently. And that is a great thing.

Friday Feelings - What Memories Come Back

A Campus View 10/2023

No, the photo has nothing to do with the post. But it's a nice one, isn't it?

I often share the story of how I got into Chamber Choir in high school. This was the audition-only singing group that met after school once a week, who also did a competition on a yearly basis, typically in Virginia Beach along with the Concert Band (general band) and Wind Ensemble (audition-only band). I was in my junior year and could finally fit Chorus, every other day, into my busy schedule. We were in between rehearsing songs and as we were starting to prep for the next song, I was making a joke to a friend next to me and the chorus director asked if I would come down and sit next to her on the piano bench while we started the song.

Well, in my head I'm thinking I was in trouble and now had to sit next to the teacher while we sang because I was joking with a friend! We sang the first few lines of the song (Save the Child from Paul McCartney's Liverpool Oratorio if you must know) and then the chorus director stopped and asked if I would be willing to join the Chamber Choir. And there it was.

Fast forward a bunch of years. And I'm now in church choir. And our director is none other than my chorus director from high school. So, first, how awesome is that?

Well, do you know what happened last night?

During one of the songs we were rehearsing, our choir director comes and stands next to me while I am singing.

And every feeling and memory from that time sitting next to her on the piano bench back in high school came flying and flooding back into my head! The fear. The nerves. The hope I was doing it right because she was right next to me and would be able to tell me that I was singing it very wrong!

We remember things a lot of the time. Like when someone says something that jogs our memory. Or we are talking about how things were for us when we were in high school, college, our first job, etc. Or when sharing a connection to someone with others. I am very proud of the fact that I have known our choir director since I was in high school - she was one of the teachers that made high school tolerable! And I do like to share with others that connection.

But sometimes those memories just come back like a ton of bricks. They slam you out of nowhere. Not that it was a bad memory to do that. It just surprises you.

Monday Musing - Struggling with the "No"

About a month ago I said while sharing a post from The Single Woman that I had prayed to accept God's answer of "No" when it came to finding someone to love.

And I have been trying to accept it.

A view from Long Dock Park 7/30/2023

But when you pass a view like this a couple things become very hard.  First, it is hard to not stop and admire it and take a photo of it. Second, it is hard to stand there and not just want to share the view with someone but share it while holding someone's hand and just taking it in. Or if you are lucky to find a view with a good fallen tree or rock to sit on, to sit there with someone.

So instead I stand there in the view, and I feel the breeze, and drink some water, and I take the photo and continue on my walk. Or jog. Because yes, I did jog a bit yesterday too.

And I struggle because I thought I was working towards accepting "No." But it seems I am fighting that answer.

I don't like fighting God on things because I know I will never win. This is a tough one though. But I'm guessing since I'll be 47 in 4 weeks it is probably about time I face this fact.

It doesn't mean though I can't write about the struggle though!

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Another New Appointment

Not really something one should say, but I have gotten really good at adjusting to new pastors in the United Methodist Church. In mid-2018 I said goodbye to one pastor and welcomed another, then again in mid-2019, and then again in 2020 (though that wasn't by appointment, but rather merger), and finally yet again now in 2023.

This is the way of the Methodist Church, and having been a member of one for way more than half my life, I get it and understand it, and though it is hard sometimes, I accept it.

I don't want this post to take away from my posts of appreciation I made last week. But I do think it is important to also celebrate this new time in our church.

The slide welcoming our new pastor (7/2/2023)

So, you know what?

It was a good service. It really was. We were able to continue with our contemplative service, which was great. And also gave me a bit of time before everyone started showing up to talk with our new pastor, Pastor Kregg.

Were there things that were a struggle? Sure. But isn't that the way it always goes, not just with a new appointment but even when one makes a change in how a service was done. When PUMC had to navigate COVID, there were changes in how worship was done. And when we started to gather again, more changes. And in trying to decide how best to do both in-person services and live-streamed services there were more changes. It all works out - because God is at the center of it all.

When a new pastor comes in, at least for me, it is always hard when I get the question, "How is this done during service?" I hate to respond, "Well, this is done this way and that is done that way" because each pastor is different. Not that they are going to come into a new congregation and immediately change everything so it is a completely different service. But at the same time, I want to give them the assurance that whatever they decide or however they decide to do something, it is okay and I'm there to support them.

And so I look forward to the new things I will learn from our newly appointed pastor. And hope that I can continue to share my gifts with the new pastor and his family, as I have for previous pastors.

Wednesday's Writing - Crystal

Sometimes when you have a pastor and they are married, you get to know their spouse in some way. Sometimes not. Sometimes you get to know them better than others. Sometimes not. In my time in the Methodist church, I've experienced pastors with spouses in a variety of ways. A couple times I got to know the spouses pretty well. This was one of those times.

Crystal & I (6/27/23)

Crystal is Pastor Jody's wife. And, because of how strangely my time at PUMC began, in the midst of COVID, it actually took a bit before I figured out who Crystal was. In the early days of live streaming service, she was there, running the computer so it wasn't Pastor Jody, by himself, running things.

But what I remember most about my real first encounter with Crystal, was how welcomed she made me feel as part of a church family.

Christmas Eve 2020 was not the service type everyone hoped for, of course. (Nor was Christmas Eve 2021 for that matter.) We had three services at church that day. The first was a morning service outside, so people could gather. The last was a 10pm service, again where people could gather outside. But the middle service was a 6pm service that was strictly online. The only people in the building for the service were Pastor Jody, Crystal, our organist Stephen, and two of us to provide singing support - Sue and myself. 

After the service, it was almost like no one wanted to leave right away so everyone was kind of standing in front of the Communion Table talking. I was off to one side, kind of listening and kind of trying to decide if I should just say "Merry Christmas" to everyone and leave. Then Crystal invited me to come closer and join the discussion.

At this point in my life in the church I had just started to get involved in some things. But I wasn't really entrenched like I am now. So it meant a lot to me that she asked me to be part of the discussion among people who had already known each other for over a year.

Since then, it seems like whenever Crystal was around, we wound up finding our way to each other to at least say "Hi" and to see how the other was doing. We seem to have the same type of personality, which may be why we got along so well.

I did also get to work with Crystal in a ministry capacity, as for the past 6 months she was co-chair of our Worship committee, which I am a member of. While it didn't mean a lot of meetings, it did mean getting together sometimes to make the church look nice, especially for Advent and Christmas and then taking it all apart once the season was done.

Sometimes, which is unfortunate, when a pastor has a spouse, they just become known as "the pastor's wife/husband" and that's it. Pastor Jody talked sometimes about how sometimes he is never seen as "Jody" just as a pastor, when he is is own person. And sometimes I feel pastor's spouses can fall into that category too.

But not Crystal. She established herself not just as part of the pastor's family but someone who supported various ministries in the church. And she didn't do that because she was asked to by the pastor or because she felt it was her "job" - but because they truly meant something to her and she wanted those ministries to succeed. She made others feel welcome in a congregation. PUMC is one of the larger congregations that I have been a part of. And she made everyone feel like they were an important member of the congregation. Not just someone who was part of a huge group. But that they were an individual and part of an intimate group.

For someone who always struggled to feel like they belong, Crystal made me feel welcome. And what I think is even more impactful is that I learned from her how to make others feel welcome. And what is truly important in this world. And how to just in general be a better person.

I am so glad that even though it was for a short amount of time, that Crystal was such an important person in my life. As I continue to be thankful for Pastor Jody I am also so thankful for what Crystal has meant to me. I am so glad that God placed her in my life.

Monday Musing - Pastor Jody

Sometimes a single Facebook post can't cover everything you want to say. In fact, a lot of times it can't. Unless you want to go on and on and at some point because it is a Facebook post as opposed to linking to someplace else, a reader probably tunes out. So, I have more to say than I said in a Facebook post I made yesterday about Pastor Jody and here it is - linked somewhere else that makes more sense for me to ramble on and on (and on).

There are others at PUMC who have had more time and interaction with Pastor Jody than I did. Some have had less. But this is just my story.

Pastor Jody & I on 6/2/2023

I first officially met Pastor Jody in June, 2019 at a Lay Servant Committee breakfast during Annual Conference. I knew he was being appointed to PUMC and that our church in Wappingers had started the process to approach PUMC about merging with them. I didn't say anything to him about the merger, mostly because I was still quite shy about things. And because it was my first Lay Servant Committee meeting ever.

I encountered Pastor Jody a few times after that at merger committee meetings. Then at Ash Wednesday service in February 2020, just a few weeks before our churches were to merge.

Then COVID hit and everything went haywire. The merger was postponed. But Pastor Jody kept being him and created a great online worship experience.

Still not really knowing him well, during the first couple weeks of COVID I reached out by email and asked a "BIG ASK." When COVID was happening, Anastasia was having a birthday and while she kind of understood why she couldn't have a big celebration, I know it bummed her out because she couldn't see her friends or anything - not only because people weren't getting together but because no place was open to get together at. So I asked if Pastor Jody would send her a birthday message. What I got was a great birthday video that showed his personality, whether you knew him for a day or 3 years. I was beyond grateful for that.

I'm not going to rehash everything at this point. But in July 2020 we were able to finally complete the merger process. And I think I probably gave Pastor Jody an example of the crazy type of person I was when he asked me before the first part of the service if I happened to have a Sharpie. Which, of course, I did. (And, by the way, I still make sure I always have a Sharpie somewhere on me when I'm doing church things because, hey, you never know!)

Pastor Jody taught me so much over the last three years. I learned how to be a better preacher and a better leader. I learned to be more comfortable with preaching to a camera. Because there were a few times early on when it was literally preaching to a camera with a music person or two behind me and a tech person or two in front of me. That was not really a forte of mine. But I got better at it. I also had to become more comfortable preaching and speaking to a large group of people because, well, PUMC was a much larger congregation than Wappingers was. 

I became a much more confident person, mostly, because of his leadership and example. And he became someone I could talk to about things that I struggled with. I learned that I wasn't always so crazy with my personal tendency to relate my sermons to pop culture - because he did too from time to time. 

There were moments in my leadership where I questioned myself. And I was able to talk things out with Pastor Jody. He is someone who I felt comfortable being myself with, even when that meant I was an emotional disaster area, knowing he wouldn't judge me for that but instead would provide prayer and guidance which always helped.

Pastors in the Methodist church are with us for however long they are appointed to be with us. And it is always a sad time when one leaves, especially when they make such a mark on your life. Kind of like how you get used to one Doctor on Doctor Who and then they regenerate into another person. (Which Pastor Jody would appreciate the similarity.) But I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on this particular pastor who helped me during a very hard time of merger and who made such an impact on my life.

I know going forward what God has in store for Pastor Jody and his family will be nothing short of being immensely blessed. And I know going forward what God has in store for myself and for PUMC will also be immensely blessed.

Though it was short, and I wished it would have been a little longer, I thank God for the time I have had learning all I have from Pastor Jody and his family. And I could not have asked for a better pastor to help us through a merger, to help me be a more confident and comfortable preacher and leader, and most especially to be an even stronger Child of God.

Thank you Pastor Jody.

Wednesday's Writing - Quiet Time

It's kind of this funny thing I have with Anastasia. When I bring her to Long Dock Park for a sunset, or most of a sunset, we spend time first by the water. Which she loves because she collects rocks, and shells, and sometimes sea glass when she can find it. But while I sit on a rock or sturdy part of a tree and watch her, she always says, "I love to sit by the water to watch it." Which is what I say all the time. But I laugh when she says it because she never sits by the water to watch it.

I learned recently it is easy to sit by the water and watch it when you are alone. You are left to your own thoughts and can sit as long as you want while watching the water either be still or move. You don't have to worry about holding anyone else up - but yourself. Water washes on the shore and back out again. You experience waves from boats and things on the river. Or even the wind. 

The water on 6/19/2023

But sometimes when you are with someone else, it can be a little more awkward to experience that same sense of peace and time on your own. The water is still the same. The thoughts are probably still the same. However, for me, there is a sense that I do have my own time table for things. But don't want to inconvenience the other person. Even though they are just as willing to just sit and watch the water too.

Quiet time is quiet time no matter where it is or who it is with. And it is actually really nice when you know someone who is a bit like you who actually does like to sit by the water and watch it...quietly. Even if you feel that it is awkward just sitting in the quiet. I am learning that time with people does not always have to be filled with words. Sometimes just the natural sounds are enough.

Monday Musings - I Really Missed Annual Conference

For the first time in 14 years, I did not attend Annual Conference.

Annual Conference attendance for me started as an overnight trip to attend an afternoon laity workshop followed the next day by a morning session for laity and then ordination.  I found I really enjoyed the atmosphere and worship, and learned from the delegates and pastor of my church that you could indeed attend Annual Conference as a guest - you just don't get to vote on things.

A post from my first trek to Annual Conference

So that was my plan - to attend the next year as a guest. Little did I know that would never happen for me. I wound up attending as a reserve delegate for my church (Wappingers), then the nominated delegate, then later as a delegate for our district, New York-Connecticut.

I've stayed in hotels with others. I've stayed in the dorms at Hofstra. I've traveled with others from my church, with my mom, with friends from other churches, and alone. I've taken time off of work to pack ahead of time and recover from the time away and the drive. And I've even hung out in a lounge area at work to participate in Virtual Annual Conference during the COVID years.

But this year, I opted to miss Annual Conference. There was just a lot going on at home and I was afraid that being so far away from both my parents with their things going on would cause me to be distracted and not be able to be as focused as I should be on the business-side of things at Annual Conference, and certainly would not be able to enjoy the other parts, like worship services or fellowship.

I did find, however, that I was missing Annual Conference. Maybe not all the tedious stuff, like financials, which are important but sometimes discussions go a bit above my head. Or when things get started late or people run over their time. But I missed seeing all the people I know. I missed the people from the district who I sometimes see on Zoom and even in-person from time to time. I miss the people from across the conference who I have gotten to know from various committees or if they spent time on district committees that I'm on while they were appointed here. I missed former pastors of my previous church or pastors that I worked with in different capacities. I missed laity who were in classes I either was a participant in or led.  I missed the connection - I missed being able to see them in person once again.

It kind of made me a little sad. But a wise friend told me I have a lot on my plate. And that got me thinking that, yeah, I did. And not going freed me up to assist in worship service this past Sunday. It also gave me the opportunity to be part of an Interfaith Choir, which sang yesterday. To meet new people. To gain new skills (playing hand bells) which also allowed me to spend time with some people in church I don't get to spend a lot of time with usually. And to be part of something really great yesterday.

For those who I missed at Annual Conference who may read this, know that I did miss seeing all of you. And I certainly kept all of you in my prayers along with my own congregation's and district's delegates. And hopefully I will be back next year, as a guest, so that we can reconnect once again.

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Acceptance

Anastasia and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from Long Dock Park yesterday. And what was funny about it was that it was something I had been thinking about a lot for the past few days and was trying to figure out how to share what I was thinking about.

I spent quite a bit of time at church towards the end of the week getting the sanctuary ready for Pentecost. Thursday I decorated the altar and started messing around with some red tulle on a fan to imitate fire. Then Saturday I spent two hours on the task of getting tulle and fabric to imitate fire. I wound up only being able to get tulle after several iterations to imitate fire.

The final version of fire

By Sunday the tulle got tired of working as nicely as it did, but it didn't do too badly.

Anyway, every once and awhile I remember times at Wappingers. Especially lately as I've been working on a Children's Day service, which was huge memory from my time as a child, youth, and teacher of Sunday School.

But I came to a realization the past few days. Yes, it is still a bit sad to have had to leave the comfort of things at Wappingers. It is sad to think we had to sell the building. And now it is sad to think of what will be going on with the pipe organ. (Had to stick that in there!)

However, had we not done all that, there are many things that we wouldn't have that we do now.

Anastasia in the car on the way home from Long Dock Park said she missed our old church. And I told her that, yes, I did too. But, if we weren't at PUMC, she wouldn't have made so many friends in Sunday School. And she wouldn't have been able to play hand bells. And she wouldn't have so many adults who care about her. And I wouldn't have had the friends I have now. I wouldn't have been part of the small group I am in. I wouldn't have gotten to grow my relationship with Polly. Or made new friends who are so easy to talk to. Or take on long trips to see giant organs. I wouldn't have grown comfortable with preaching not just to people but to a camera to reach those on Zoom and YouTube. Well, and I guess I wouldn't take decorating the altar space so seriously. 

There are such great memories. And whenever I see something that reminds me of my time there, I'm sure I may feel a bit bad about it.

But I am past the really feeling sad about it because what I have gained has made me much happier and more blessed in the long run.

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Holy Week 2023

Well, it's Monday after Easter. It's Monday after Holy Week has completed. And I'm exhausted.

Probably not as exhausted as our organist.

Definitely not as exhausted as our pastor.

But exhausted.

All last week I had something to do after work. From Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, 8 days, 7 of those days I was at church. One day I was there twice and on the second time I never left. Don't worry, all will be explained.

There was a meeting at church on Wednesday. Then Thursday, Maundy Thursday, I left work and went right to church to make sure the sanctuary was set up the way the Pastor wanted and to see if he needed any help doing things before service began. I also took the opportunity to remove all the various music books in our chancel area as part of the stripping of the sanctuary - because almost every seat has a hymnal and two other books and I felt they needed to go. Then we had the service, after which I stuck around for a bit to prep for the Good Friday service.

Good Friday I was back at church a bit early so we could practice some of the music that was in the service. Plus I had a reading and something I wrote that was part of the service, along with some of our other lay servants. And after the service, the Pastor, organist, and I prepped the sanctuary as best as we could for Easter Sunday, so we didn't have as much to do on Saturday once the Easter flowers arrived. For me this included filling the altar candles so we could place them strategically and I wouldn't have to take them down to fill them once we put them up.

And now we come to Holy Saturday. Now, usually this was a day that meant it was just the day before Easter, with not a lot to do. One year at Wappingers we did have a Holy Saturday service. But usually it meant it was the day that the flowers were put on the altar space. And that came to be what it meant for me at Poughkeepsie too. And that was trip one to church on Saturday. To mark and return the music books to the chancel area, to put contemporary song copies in the choir member's binders, and help with setting up the flowers for Easter Sunday. Oh, and to blow up my air mattress.

Because Round 2 was arriving with stuff to sleep over at church around 8:30pm. And attending our Easter Vigil - a viewing of Jesus Christ Superstar, a discussion about what Easter means to us, decorating a cross with flowers for the sanctuary, bringing the cross to the sanctuary, singing a hymn, and being in prayer minutes before midnight. Then at midnight we sang Christ the Lord is Risen today and Up From the Grave He Arose, finally being able to say Hallelujah after the season of Lent.

Now, what happened next?

I slept over.

Yes, you read that right. Because Sunrise Service was just a few hours later, starting at 6am but me needing to be there before that, and knowing what would happen if I went home to try to sleep I opted to stay at church.

Didn't get much sleep - about an hour. But it was a relaxed time. I didn't feel stressed about having to fall asleep, which usually happens. I just felt very calm. And comfortable. And safe.

So got up before my alarm that was set for 5am. Got dressed, read a couple Bible plans I had on my phone, packed up my air mattress and other stuff, and dragged everything I didn't need out to my car.

We had the Sunrise Service which was cold but great hearing the birds and watching the sky brighten.

Then it was time to get ready for the Contemplative Service at 8am. Where I had my Breakfast of Non-Champions:

The Breakfast of Non-Champions

The Body Armor drink to combat dehydration from lack of sleep - which would have caused a massive migraine, which I had no time for. The Lucky Charms as an easy treat I could eat without milk and close up when I had enough. I also had, not pictured, half of an iced tea for caffeine, also to prevent a headache. And, can I just say, with my lack of sleep and drinking that entire re-hydrating drink (plus a dose of Advil) I did NOT get a headache!

We had the Contemplative Service and then it was time to get ready for our regular service with lots of singing. Service was longer than usual, though it certainly didn't feel like it.

But it wasn't over for me yet.

I went home and then prepped and cooked Easter Dinner - ham, a mustard sauce, a ginger ale and brown sugar sauce and mashed potatoes. Thanks to my sister with the assist in making the green bean casserole!

After all this, I took some time to sit outside in my yard and read for a bit and then played with Sparkle, who was having a grand time chasing a bowl (yes, a bowl) that she wanted thrown. And then crashed for a 30 minute nap in an uncomfortable position with Sparkle who insisted on hogging up my entire bed.

It was a long week and the last 2 days were a long couple of days.

But honestly, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. Doing all that to reflect on and then celebrate all that Christ did for me, for each of us, was worth it.

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Pancakes!!!

Back in February, 2020 roughly a month before our merger was to take place, I attended my first PUMC function, a Shrove Tuesday dinner of pancakes and bacon.

Since then it has been a whirlwind of activity, even though there was a break from mid-March 2020 until mid-July 2020.

Pancakes 2023

Well, last night, the return of the Shrove Tuesday pancake dinner returned. And with it came really fluffy pancakes. And turkey bacon. And bacon. And sausage. And apple sauce. And coffee - which was a bad decision on my part. 

It felt like in some ways I had finally come full circle, now attending as someone who has been involved at church a lot. And knowing more people so having a group of people to sit with. And talk with while waiting on line for pancakes. And to visit with over the course of the night.

I was so excited about the pancakes. Not just because I love pancakes. But because it brought me back to that first time I stepped into the PUMC building as someone who would soon be a regular part of the congregation. Though I was eagerly looking forward to a break from having to do everything, that first time knowing that I would soon have a new church family with new church experiences. Where I could attend service or events and not have to do all the things. Until I realized that doing all the things almost runs in my blood or something.

I never really had the opportunity to experience the hospitality PUMC offered before attending that Shrove Tuesday meal back in 2020. But then I did and it helped me feel ready for the next steps our small congregation in Wappingers was planning to take over the next month. (Or so we thought until COVID got in the way.)

So yesterday I got to experience pancakes once again. And later today I will experience another Ash Wednesday service. (Which has its own set of memories.) And another Lenten journey will begin.

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Regeneration

I was a late-comer to Doctor Who. I started watching in the middle of the Eleventh Doctor's run (Matt Smith). I got the gist of the show without watching it. And, if you think about it, what really helps with the longevity of the show is the show's ability to continue with a main character (The Doctor) but without having to tax a single actor/actress in the role for the entirety of the show.

So what does Doctor Who have to do with my Merging being an Ongoing Journey?

Well, I got to thinking the other day that a pastoral reappointment is kind of like The Doctor's regeneration.

Yes, yet again, I will be encountering a new pastor. That will make 5 since 2018. Well, once the new pastor is appointed and July 2023 hits anyway.  So I've gotten really good at transitioning to new ways of doing things.

So during Matt Smith's run as The Doctor, and when I started watching, he had one set of companions. Then they left and he gained a new one, Clara. And during the character of Clara's time on the show, she experienced the regeneration of the Eleventh Doctor to the Twelfth Doctor (played by Peter Capaldi). 

The thing about regeneration is that The Doctor is still The Doctor, just with a different face and different mannerisms.

Trying not to give too much away if you're really behind in Doctor Who and want to avoid spoilers, but Clara had a difficult time dealing with the regeneration she witnessed. Until she receives a phone call from The Eleventh Doctor before he regenerated (it's a time travel thing). It is this phone call that helps Clara see the regenerated doctor is the same person, with just a few differences.

Each pastor that is appointed to a church, charge, or cooperative parish is their own person. They have their own way of doing things. They have different passions, ways of approaching a worship service or a meeting, a different way of preaching, and a different way of working with the church as a whole.

But they are all pastors. They all have similar training and expectations by the Bishop, the Cabinet, and the District Superintendent.

A new pastor is like The Doctor's regeneration.

Sometimes it is hard to accept the new face, the new name, the new personality, and the new everything else. Sometimes we are a bit like Clara, who was happy and comfortable with the way she met The Doctor. She didn't want his face or his actions or his likes and dislikes to change. But we just need to know that though the face may have changed and the personality may have changed and the worship style and management style and everything else may have changed - what hasn't changed is the future pastor's mission - to make disciples for the transformation of the world.

Photo from 2/13/2023

Merging is an Ongoing Journey - Losing a Church Family Member

The planet we live on, the country, state, county, and town I live in lost a very faithful man of God on Thursday (1/12/23).

Christmas Eve 2019

This was Richard. The photo is one of my favorites of him from our last Christmas Eve service at Wappingers. He was always willing to be liturgist and had such a great reading voice. Often when he read scripture we would hear a bit about the background of where it came in scripture - which he was passionate about sharing.

I experienced Richard in many ways during our time together at Wappingers. He was a lay servant, like me. He would preach from time to time.  We attended Bible studies together. If there was an event at church, he was always there to help out. He was our Finance chair and SPR for many years. We both attended Annual Conference in different capacities. We worked together when he was secretary of our Round Table (Ad Council) to ensure he picked up on everything we needed to make note of. When we no longer had kids or youth to light the candles he was often the acolyte. He also took on ushering and greeting duties.

He always had questions that gave you pause. When we were in Bible study together he would often come from a very different perspective from the rest of us. Which is always a good thing! Like me, he'd often take notes during the sermon.

He was always there with a hug to greet you - unless he was feeling under the weather. This was all pre-COVID though, when most people were okay with hugs. He'd always ask how you were, even if things weren't the greatest for him he always cared about everyone else around him. He would definitely let you know how things were going with him and his family if you asked him. 

When we did our first Thanksgiving Dinner, on his own he went to all his neighbors in his apartment complex and asked if they were interested in having a meal. Many of his neighbors were just one or two people who didn't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving - or couldn't get somewhere. So he worked with another church member and transported many meals back to his neighbors. He did this almost every year we hosted a dinner.

Eleven years ago we were doing a winter Bible study. It was the first time I was able to do a Bible study with my sister because she was unemployed and pregnant with  Anastasia. And one of the days we met happened to be my sister's birthday. Which, turned out to also be Richard's birthday. He brought one of those sampler cheesecakes - with different flavored slices - to celebrate Jessica's birthday, which also happened to be his. And any time I was tasked with doing announcements around my sister's birthday, he made sure to remind me to share her birthday and if I wanted to, share that it was his too.

I know, for sure, that Richard is in a better place. A place where he is completely healed of everything that went on with him. He will be missed. But, I know he was welcomed with open arms by God and the words "Well done, my good and faithful servant." And maybe also, "Nicodemus!" by Robert, another man of God taken from this earthly world far too soon.

Friday's Finding - My Word of 2023

I struggled as 2022 came to a close with choosing my word of the year. I haven't always had a word of the year.  But the past two years it seemed to be the thing to do and the words came so easily to me. Words like "Hope" and "Joy" with accompanying stones found at the Christmas Tree Shop made sense.

But as I headed into 2023, I had a tough time finding a word. The thing with the word of the year, at least for me, is that I want to feel like I can live into that word. Maybe not every waking moment of every day of the year. But it should at least be a guide of some sorts to me and an encouragement to try to find those things, even in my darkest moments.

Dayspring had a Word of the Year quiz and going through it, the word it gave me was "Rooted." But that word just didn't resonate with me. I thought maybe I should repeat a word, because I really resonated with both Hope and Joy. But that almost felt like cheating.

Instead I went into 2023 without a word of the year. I didn't feel bad about it. It just was the way things seemed to go.

Until I looked at the things on my desk at work. I have a few desk sayings given to me by various people over the past few years. I have pictures of family (blood and not) hanging on a bulletin-type board. I have a picture my niece drew for me. I have a few small gifts from people. And a rock from a Health Benefits day several years ago. On the rock it says "Breathe." 

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Or rocks. There it was. My word for 2023.

BREATHE.

Breathing is such a part of life that you don't often think about it. But, during our Contemplative worship service Sunday mornings, we are often encouraged in different ways to breathe in deeply. Or we do breath prayers. When I go for walks at Long Dock Park, I often breathe in the river air. It is a familiar smell, but one I miss when I go too long between visits. And, sometimes I get myself so wound up about things or singing or people or feelings or whatever that I need to remind myself to breathe.

Breathe is a word I definitely feel a connection to. One I do feel I can live into during 2023. And so, there it is.

BREATHE.

Reminding myself to breathe 12/31/2022 - whether I knew it or not