Author: Kathleen

  • That’s What It’s All About

    We did the Hokey Pokey in church yesterday. In a big circle, during the sermon.

    Obviously it was a strange message. There really wasn’t much to it. But still, something that was said has stuck with me. The man who was speaking was describing how he used to do the Hokey Pokey with his kids when they were young. He said that although they loved the entire dance and performed it with boundless energy, they just could not wait to get to the part where they put their “whole self” in.

    As our congregation was instructed to form a big circle (you can do this kind of stuff in a tiny church like ours) and the song began to play, I admit that I was cynical. But then I began to look around. There was my best friend’s mom doing a cute little shake as she turned herself around. There was my dad – I never could have pictured him like this when I was younger! – with a huge smile on his face, my mom equally enthusiastic beside him, doing the motions with gusto. And there were all the kids and youth of the church throwing themselves into it as if they were at the roller rink and not Big Church.

    As I looked at all these people putting their whole selves in, I wished I could do the same. Don’t expect me to be going crazy the next time we are asked to do a silly dance in church, but maybe I can try a little harder to put my whole self into the things that I do. Maybe one day I won’t care as much about what I look like or what people think of me. Maybe one day I’ll get over myself.

    He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

    Matthew 18:2-4

  • Overheard Waiting For The Bus

    Guy #1: What time does this bus come?
    Guy #2: A quarter till three, man.
    Guy #1: Does that mean 25 minutes till three or fifteen?
    Guy #2: Fifteen, dude.

    A few moments later…

    Guy #1: Do you think reading minds is wrong?
    Guy #2: No.
    Guy #1: So you think it’s OK to read someone’s mind?
    Guy #2: I don’t have a problem with that. But right now I’m just waiting for my bus, OK?

    Guy #2 was pretty annoyed with Guy #1…I don’t blame him.

  • Not Just For Mothers

    I was at work stuffing envelopes today with a bunch of my coworkers, just listening to the conversation. At the end of each month we have to send out heaps of checks to creditors and it takes a couple of hours to get them all folded and put into envelopes, even with a bunch of us working on it. No one really likes doing it, but we try to enjoy it as best we can. Usually I just observe and come away with a funny story or conversation that I have overheard, like the time I listened to one lady relating the story of her first experience buying condoms over the weekend.

    Today, however, was different. Today I was educated. Today I learned all about the science of coupon cutting.

    One of my coworkers is ALL into it. She buys at least three Sunday papers, goes through the coupons, organizes them into a binder, and then watches the sales. She taught us how to get free products, how to work each individual store, what each different kind of coupon means, and lots of other tidbits. Our favorite story was how she was able to get 40 tubs of butter for free. What she did with 40 tubs of butter is beside the point. Everyone at the table was riveted! We even asked her to do a lunch-hour workshop on the subject.

    I know that coupon cutting is like the ultimate in domestic, old, and uncool. But I can’t help it–I’m picking up a Sunday paper.

  • I’m Back And On The Attack

    Well, I think that I may have been the last of my group of friends to finish reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but finish it I did. SO good. Perfect, actually. As soon as I closed the back cover I had the immediate urge to re-read the entire series, but alas, that must wait because I have many books lined up.

    Speaking of, I am house-sitting for my roommate Courtney’s parents this weekend while they are on a family trip.

    Their dog Harry is a lot different than Teak and Riley! A lot easier to take care of in many ways. He accompanied me to my soccer game this morning. I think he liked it. I am seriously considering setting up a house-sitting/pet-sitting business! So spread the word, if you’re a Houstonian.

    I missed my blog this week. I’m glad to be back.

  • A Quote

    I had never read this quote before, and I wanted to share it because it articulates a feeling that I constantly have, and I suspect many others have as well:

    Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom fully realise the enormous extension of our being which we owe to authors. We realise it best when we talk with an unliterary friend. He may be full of goodness and good sense but he inhabits a tiny world. In it, we should be suffocated. The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not enough for me, I will see through those of others. Reality, even seen through the eyes of many, is not enough. I will see what others have invented….

    [I]n reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.
    – C.S. Lewis