Bit warmer. And bright. And blue. I believe I'll make it. After the above, took a couple of acetaminophen and went back to bed. Feeling a bit better all around.
Good. Keep on feeling better. That's the very idear!
We woke to sunshine, perfect blue sky, and 8.5" of snow!
Turn out we even had rare snowrolls in Underhill, 5 miles from me. Photo here: https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/419440_3096602186737_1614572611_2569690_1317870408_n.jpg
Here's the Burlington Free Press article about it: http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/article/20120225/NEWS02/120225018/Latest-Vermont-snowstorm-hit-miss-?odyssey=tab|topnews|img|FRONTPAGE
We learned today that the wonderful, intelligent, and honestly humble priest who did our wedding in 1974 (alongside a Southern Baptist minister!) and who baptised all five of our children, died on Friday at age 89. We will be going to his funeral in NH on Tuesday. Every message left on the obituary page describes the same person we knew and loved. Fr. (Monsignor!) Joe Desmond...a truly deep and tender soul.
You have to imagine the heart of this man. I was 18 and Mah*Sweetie was 19, and we wanted to get married. His priest got in a huff about us wanting the ceremony at my church (gee, I thought it was bride's choice?), and refused to come there to do the wedding. So we went to our campus priest. Meeting him for the very first time, he heard our concerns, our views and saw into our hearts and said that hour that he would do the wedding at my church, happily, because he could see that our relationship was real. He had married some couples who had split and he could see we wouldn't. He was right.
So the service was held at a Southern Baptist church with a large Southern Baptist minister and this tiny humble priest co-officiating...in 1974! Unheard of! We had no idear how rare and risky it was for the both of them. They even let us write the service.
It was Fr. Joe who taught my first classes ever in Old Testament and New Testament. It was just a little Wednesday night class for lay people, and afterward we'd have a little Communion service in the sacristy. My favourite services ever. During the class break, one evening, I ventured to ask Fr. Joe a question from something I'd picked up on in his talk. "Are Biblical scholars questioning the Virgin Birth?" He didn't miss a beat. He looked at me in all comprehension and kindness and answered, "It doesn't shake up my faith." You might not catch that he didn't mean that scholars might think as they liked but he'd stick to tradition. No, he meant that questioning didn't shake up his faith." That was when my freedom as a person of faith was launched. He later wrote a recommendation for me related to seminary studies and supported all my spiritual questing and changes along the way. I'd say I'll miss him, but I don't really feel like he's gone.
We'll see how I feel after his service on Tuesday.
Howard's first this bitter cold Sunday mornin'!
ReplyDeleteBit warmer. And bright. And blue. I believe I'll make it. After the above, took a couple of acetaminophen and went back to bed. Feeling a bit better all around.
ReplyDeleteGood. Keep on feeling better. That's the very idear!
ReplyDeleteWe woke to sunshine, perfect blue sky, and 8.5" of snow!
Turn out we even had rare snowrolls in Underhill, 5 miles from me.
Photo here: https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/419440_3096602186737_1614572611_2569690_1317870408_n.jpg
Here's the Burlington Free Press article about it:
http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/article/20120225/NEWS02/120225018/Latest-Vermont-snowstorm-hit-miss-?odyssey=tab|topnews|img|FRONTPAGE
I've never seen or previously heard of snow rollers.
ReplyDeleteMore things in heaven and earth. . . .
ReplyDeleteJS-Kit is being rude today--not letting me in. Well, until now anyway.
ReplyDeleteWe learned today that the wonderful, intelligent, and honestly humble priest who did our wedding in 1974 (alongside a Southern Baptist minister!) and who baptised all five of our children, died on Friday at age 89. We will be going to his funeral in NH on Tuesday. Every message left on the obituary page describes the same person we knew and loved. Fr. (Monsignor!) Joe Desmond...a truly deep and tender soul.
ReplyDeleteYou have to imagine the heart of this man. I was 18 and Mah*Sweetie was 19, and we wanted to get married. His priest got in a huff about us wanting the ceremony at my church (gee, I thought it was bride's choice?), and refused to come there to do the wedding. So we went to our campus priest. Meeting him for the very first time, he heard our concerns, our views and saw into our hearts and said that hour that he would do the wedding at my church, happily, because he could see that our relationship was real. He had married some couples who had split and he could see we wouldn't. He was right.
So the service was held at a Southern Baptist church with a large Southern Baptist minister and this tiny humble priest co-officiating...in 1974! Unheard of! We had no idear how rare and risky it was for the both of them. They even let us write the service.
It was Fr. Joe who taught my first classes ever in Old Testament and New Testament. It was just a little Wednesday night class for lay people, and afterward we'd have a little Communion service in the sacristy. My favourite services ever. During the class break, one evening, I ventured to ask Fr. Joe a question from something I'd picked up on in his talk. "Are Biblical scholars questioning the Virgin Birth?" He didn't miss a beat. He looked at me in all comprehension and kindness and answered, "It doesn't shake up my faith." You might not catch that he didn't mean that scholars might think as they liked but he'd stick to tradition. No, he meant that questioning didn't shake up his faith." That was when my freedom as a person of faith was launched. He later wrote a recommendation for me related to seminary studies and supported all my spiritual questing and changes along the way. I'd say I'll miss him, but I don't really feel like he's gone.
We'll see how I feel after his service on Tuesday.