Whether you call it complaining, grumbling, or whining…
God doesn’t like it!
“But, God, we’ve had a bad week! Our sweet, precious, Crazy Siberian was not feeling well this week, and kept us all up every night last weekend! We’re all tired and grouchy! At home and at work! We’re barking at everyone! We just want some peace and quiet! There’s too much to do, and we’re overwhelmed!! It’s like we have a new baby in the house! We need some help here!!”
Okay, let me set the scene for you. It’s Easter Sunday. My son and I taught Kids Church at our church at 9 am. We’re very Pentecostal! My husband is Catholic. So on Christmas Eve and on Easter Sunday, my son and I become “C and E” Catholics, so we can go as a family to Dad’s church with him.
Perhaps not ideal. Or, even what I pray for. But it is what it is!!
Anyway, I know Easter Service is going to be super packed at the Catholic church, so I want to get there as soon as we can, when my son and I get home from our church. We wore regular church clothes, instead of our Kids Church t-shirts and jeans, as we usually would, just to save time. But, I let my son wear his black and white Converse sneakers with his black pants, because, well, who cares, right???
Anyway, my husband insists our kid come inside, and change his sneakers, and so, we got to his church right before 11 am, instead of at 10:30 am, like I planned. There might have been a shot at getting a seat at 10:30 am, but “No Way” at 11 am!! It’s a huge, beautiful church, just rebuilt after the hurricane!
But, folks, this is Easter Sunday…Resurrection Day! Amen! And Hallelujah!!
We walk in through crowds, upon crowds, of people. I see a friend and she says, “No seats!!!” Since the usher just gave her husband the last seat, because he had just had surgery, and wouldn’t be able to stand for an hour and a half.
I can’t either!
So we head back outside…
Walk around to the other door…
Into the overflow room!!
The overflow room has overflowed!
People have overflowed out into the vestibule…
And onto the outside walkway…
And well into the parking lot!
So we decided to stay in the vestibule, ’cause I saw a little 2″ window sill, that I mistakenly thought I could rest on. But, at second glance, I saw that it was way too small for my behind!
What was I thinking?
Also, I had worn my really cute, little, tiny heels, since I figured,
“Hey, I’m not working and standing all day, right?
I’ll be sitting, won’t I?”
Ouch!
My mind is racing.
How to find a way to sit down…
ANYWHERE!!!
I ask the usher if there are any folding chairs? “No!” My husband goes to the Annex Building to look. “No!”
Then I spy a door to a kitchen, and just inside, is a little mahogany step stool!
I sneak in when the usher isn’t looking, and grab it!
Nice Christian move, huh?!?!?
I sat rather uncomfortably on this stool for the entire service, I couldn’t even see the priest. I peeked around the blob of people in front of me. He was miles away, but I saw that he had white hair. We had settled right next to the bathrooms, where people were coming and going, and flushing! Not really conducive to worshiping!
But, with their great sound system, and I could hear every word the priest said!
All the hassle was worth it, because of the sermon I heard preached to the Catholics!!
After awhile everyone calmed down to stand in their chosen spots, and the ceremony began. They even sang “Celebrate, Jesus, Celebrate”
Which I loved! Real hand clapping music! Amen!
The priest was talking about what Jesus did for us on the Cross…
“It’s Finished, Nothing Else Needs To Be Done!”
Amen!
He helps them recite their profession of faith and belief in Jesus Christ, etc.
While I’m not Catholic, my Mom’s older sister was a nun, I was raised in a Catholic town in NJ, and basically there were a hand-full of us non-Catholic Italians in our town-most of whom were related to us!!
So, if you have any questions, please go to Rebecca Hamilton’s blog called Public Catholic, at:
Here’s an email I sent to my dear cousin in NJ who sent us a lovely “Tour of Italy” basket this Christmas!
“Dearest Cousin!!
Thank you so much!! We love it!! Such a wonderful little tour of Italy!! How lovely!! So thoughtful of you!!!
I believe it was a beautifully decorated tin with bow, with all boxes filled with goodies, and cellophane intact, but the ‘Christmas Vultures’ in my house…tore open everything while I was at church last night…and by the time I got home, the mixed nuts were devoured by the BIG vulture…and the cheese swirls were gobbled up by the cute little vulture!!
So I had to hide all the chocolates from them…lest I have nothing! Ha! And then I dug out the beautiful bow from the discarded box, and place it lovingly back on the gorgeous tin basket around the pasta packages that were miraculously still uneaten!!
I get to open so few gifts…I felt cheated!!
My brother and his wife sent a Texas Yahoo Coffee Cake, and the BIG vulture had a trail of crumbs from the table to his chair…so he couldn’t even deny it was him who tore into it!! The vultures are instructed to not open any gifts without me ever again!! Especially those from MY side of the family! Ha!
Have a Very Merry & Blessed Christmas, Cuzzie!! Love you so much! Me”
Her response came quickly!!
“Well, at least you got a little bit of it!!! Next time I’ll have to have it wrapped in a box with a lock that only you can open!! (Only kidding, of course.) There is no way to keep “vultures” out if they want to get in!
Hope you have a Merry Christmas, too! Love you! Me”
I laughed so hard I almost couldn’t type back!
“Thanks, Cuzzie…that was my early morning laugh!!!! I liked your idea of the lock, though!! The cute little vulture said, ‘I guess I should have taken a photo of it!!!’ Duh…that would have been nice!! Since his generation takes photos of everything…hence the allure of FB!! If I make it ’til Christmas, it will be a miracle! Pray for me!”
Other Christmas Realities!!
I took on too much…
I can’t continue to eat like this…
I stressed too much…
I will never again make all my yearly doctor’s/dentist’s/etc. check-up appointments in December!!
First row: Hollis Resnik, Ta’Rea Campbell;
Second row: Florrie Bagel, Diane J. Findlay, Lael Van Keuren
In December, we went to Tampa to see Sister Act…
In this touring company, my dear friend’s daughter, Lael Van Keuren played the part of Sister Mary Robert…
She came directly from the original cast of Sister Act on Broadway!
In the Ensemble, Understudy for Sister Mary Robert, and Understudy for Tina/Michelle…
At the Broadway Theater…
Jerry Zaks, director…
Her favorite credits include:
Dirt Rotten Scoundrels (North Shore Music Theater);
Hello Dolly! and Cinderella (both at Paper Mill Playhouse).
We thoroughly enjoyed Sister Act…
So did everyone around us!
We laughed sooo much!! It was delightful!!
This show has such a positive, uplifting effect on audiences, and it was so much fun to be a part of it!
Especially since we knew Lael was in it!!
Lael was amazing!! The lady next to me agreed!!
Her voice is so powerful!
The acting, dancing, and singing…
Everything my friend did for Lael, and with her, over all the years has definitely paid off!!
We’re so very proud of her!!
We’re so glad we got to see her after the show!! We haven’t seen her since moving to FL
She’s grown up…but still with that same adorable face and smile we love!!
She’s so cute and sincere and lovable and bubbly!!
I know my friend (who I taught with in NJ) misses her dearly, now that she’s touring with the company.
We wanted to hang around a little longer and chat more with her, but our car broke down on the way to the show…
There’s always something! Amen?
So we were at the mercy of our repair man…
Who was nice enough to drive us to the theater on time…
Hallelujah!!
And pick us up before he closed!!
God is good!!
And though our day in Tampa actually cost us $1200 in car repairs…
We want to give a shout out to Doug and John…
At Firestone Complete Auto Care…
900 E. Kennedy Blvd.
Tampa, FL
God love you guys!!
Thanks!
You helped us get our car back on the road…
And got us to the show on time, too!!
I did have one favorite song in the play…
The song, “Sister Act,” in the Broadway Musical “Sister Act” was sung by the lead character,
Deloris Van Cartier, played at our show by Rashidra Scott
Here are the lyrics:
“I don’t need a spotlight, I don’t need a crowd, I don’t need the great wide world to shout my name out loud. Don’t need fame or fortune, nice as those things are, I’ve got all I need to feel like I’m a star.
I’ve got my sisters by my side. I’ve got my sisters’ love and pride. And in my sisters’ eyes I recognize the star I want to be.
And with my sisters standing strong, I’m on the stage where I belong. And nothing’s ever gonna change that fact. I’m part of one terrific sister act.
And yes, I love that spotlight! Yes I crave acclaim! I’ll admit I love the sound when strangers scream my name. All that glitz and glamor, they’re all right no doubt. But what are you left with when the lights go out?
I’ll have my sisters with me still, I’ll have my sisters, always will. And with my sisters’ love, no star above will shine as bright as me.
And as a sister and a friend, I’ll be a sister ‘til the end, and no one on this earth can change that fact – I’m part of one terrific sister act.”
I heard this song on the radio last week, and immediately thought of the precious children…
And others in the tragedy in Newtown…
And those grieving for them…
“The Gift” by Brenda White
Here are the lyrics…
Please insert your loved one’s name in “Grandpa’s” place!
“Grandma spilled some water…
When she fed the Christmas tree…
She said her eyes were blurry…
But she’d been crying seemed to me…
‘Cause of all the gifts God gave us…
One’s no longer here…
You see, Grandpa is the gift…
They got in Heaven this year!
So you might hear an angel singing now..
A little bit off-key..
But Grandma says his shirts stay white…
And his skin is wrinkle free…
And when Jesus opens this one…
She says Heaven’s gonna cheer!
Because Grandpa is the gift…
They got in Heaven this year!
Grandpa loved the snow…
Because he loved the snowball fight…
And Grandma says that Jesus knows…
What He got Himself alright…
Grandma said the reason…
We didn’t get much snow down here…
Is that Grandpa is the gift…
They got in Heaven this year!
Now someone else is gonna wear…
The cotton-ball beard…
I remember he used shaving cream…
Instead of it one year!
And Grandma says that Jesus gives…
Everything we pray…
So us kids got together…
And asked if Grandpa had to stay!
So you might hear an angel singing now…
A little bit off-key…
But Grandma says his shirts stay white…
And his skin is wrinkle free…
And when Jesus opens this one…
She says Heaven’s gonna cheer…
Because Grandpa is the gift…
They got in Heaven this year!”
Also, a dear friend of mine forwarded this e-mail to me...written by her friend's daughter who lives in Newtown, Connecticut. I have her permission to share it with you! It's very powerful!
“I thought I’d share some experiences here in town…
In case you were curious…
It’s been a hard (almost) week here…
Initially, filled with utter shock, fear…
Then sadness and grief…
I spend most of my days either working from home…
Or tootling about getting to other destinations either in town…
Or in neighboring towns…
Thereby going through town…
Not necessarily Sandy Hook proper…
Just town…
I ventured out a few times earlier in the week…
And was met in the grocery store with utter silence…
Except for some light Christmas music on their intercom system…
Which is normally fun 60s and 70s music…
There weren’t many people there…
And those who were…
Were visibly numb…
Looks of shock…
Just staring…
Moving in slow motion…
Then there was the ride back from walking the pups in Field Hills…
Which is a staging area for therapy…
And overflow of police officers from the state and neighboring areas…
I didn’t realize that ’til I walked past a field with literally lines of cars…
All the same make and model…
And realized they weren’t starting a used car lot…
They were housing all the undercover cop cars there…
And, of course, all the yellow crime scene tape…
Then there’s the sirens…
Or helicopters…
Take your pick…
But essentially if it’s not one…
It’s the other…
We don’t know if they are further “events”
Or some sort of escort…
Recently, on the ride back from Field Hills…
I was greeted with stopped traffic on RT. 25…
And decided to take a short cut that runs parallel (by a cemetery….)
I turned and started up the side road…
And ran into a blockade ahead…
Which was allowing a funeral procession to enter the cemetery…
It hit me like a wall…
That everywhere I went in town…
There was evidence of the massacre!
Not just TV evidence…
But palpable, touchable, hearable, physical, experiencable evidence!
And this realization that some parent’s…
Some “neighbor’s” child was being buried just then…
Was overwhelming!!
I found myself shrouded in such overwhelming sadness…
I questioned if we really could continue to live here!
Then it changed…
We realized that unlike 9/11, or Columbine, or any of the other widely known events that have changed our history…
We can’t turn this off!
We can’t choose to just watch a different channel…
Avoid the news, ignore the newspapers, etc.!
We are living in it!
I have a new empathy for the people who have experienced these other disasters…
And what it is like to not be able to just turn away…
So I decided, if we can’t avoid it, and I really didn’t want to…
Then let’s immerse ourselves in it!!
So, last night after a light late dinner at a local place in town…
We drove into Sandy Hook center, at about 9:30 at night…
We drove past the memorial site where the large Christmas Tree is…
We went right, came back, drove past the display of Angels on the hillside, turned around, went back to the left,
Turned around again, and decided, “We can do this!”
We parked, got out, and went and experienced it!
As I sit here sobbing…
And trying to put into words something that cannot be put into words…
I will tell you this…
It was probably the most moving human moment of my life!
The beauty that is there…
The LOVE…
The overwhelming love, the poetry, the symbolism, the words of peace, all the candles, toys…
All the things any 6 or 7-year-old child would adore…
It’s just unimaginable!
It is sad…
But sad in a different way…
Sad that they are no longer here with us…
And that they were taken away far too early…
But what is even more prevalent, is the LOVE!
I cannot even express it…
That and the sense of peace…
There’s not a stitch of anger there…
No one writing of anger or resentment or hostility…
None…
Just a huge garden of peace, harmony, tranquility, joy, and spirituality.
It’s not something I think everyone can do…
But if you’ve ever wanted to be a part of something so much bigger…
And feel beyond your own needs/wants/feelings…
It’s an experience I won’t ever forget!
We both said we felt so at peace walking through the display…
It was cold and windy out…
And neither of us ever felt cold, hot, nothing…
We just felt in the moment…Peace!
Sadness for the loss, but more peace than sadness…
Today is another day full of funeral processions…
I see so many people dressed in their funeral black best…
And the police presence is huge…
Cops from everywhere!
Yesterday there were about 5 cops on bikes from Yonkers!
We’ve seen them from North and South, all over…
I just got word that every Newtown Police Officer will spend Christmas Day at home with his/her family…
As neighboring departments have tons of volunteers to stand in for their shifts…
So they can be with their families…
But these funerals will be over soon.
I think people can truly begin the healing process thereafter…
So, I no longer feel like we can’t call Newtown home…
Now I feel proud!
I don’t want to leave….
In fact, I’d like very much to get to know more of my neighbors…
And be a part of this community!
I hope more and more people feel touched…
I personally have decided to take an oath with myself to try to do more random acts of kindness…
To have more patience with people…
To realize everyone is going through something…
Everyone has a story…
So when someone is in such a hurry they cut me off…
Or if someone is grumpy to me in a check-out line…
Maybe it’s for good reason…
Maybe they just need a warm, understanding smile…
Or maybe that person is rushing to pick up their sick child…
If I can be more understanding…
Maybe someone else can too…
If we all were a little more caring and understanding…
Can you imagine how much nicer our world could be?”
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