<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:36:24.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Gabriel's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts from the vicar (pastor) of St. Gabriel's Episcopal Church.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-5055978400724672563</id><published>2008-09-11T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:26:42.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMk4qv6krrI/AAAAAAAAADY/gArgWPyXwfw/s1600-h/cross-forgiveness.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785548117454514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMk4qv6krrI/AAAAAAAAADY/gArgWPyXwfw/s320/cross-forgiveness.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, as we remember the 7th anniversary of the attacks on September 11th, 2001, it seems to me that we can look at our discussion of difficulties in relationships with a different perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt, the people who perished seven years ago had their own sets of difficult relationships, but I imagine that even those with whom they had the hardest struggles with would want nothing more than the opportunity to talk with or hold on to their old friends, loved ones, and work associates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in last week's message, the goal in difficult relationships is reconcilliation. It's the same goal God has for us and this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:14-21 14 ¶ Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. 16 Live in harmony with one another; do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly;1 do not claim to be wiser than you are. 17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil, but take thought for what is noble in the sight of all. 18 If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. 19 Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God;1 for it is written, "Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord." 20 No, "if your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads." 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-5055978400724672563?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/5055978400724672563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=5055978400724672563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/5055978400724672563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/5055978400724672563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2008/09/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMk4qv6krrI/AAAAAAAAADY/gArgWPyXwfw/s72-c/cross-forgiveness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-2092112582875167221</id><published>2008-09-10T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:05:35.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMg5RljwBiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WgR_LsFSOXU/s1600-h/angry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244504740375561762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMg5RljwBiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WgR_LsFSOXU/s320/angry2.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At our services this last weekend, parishioners were invited to share the difficult people and difficult relationships they are dealing with. I received many slips of paper from both Saturday Night Life people and Sunday Morning people. We received responses from adults and teens and even some "tweens". Today I simply share with you the issues that were offered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As appropriate, I will try to bring in some of the issues that you all are dealing with in your own relationships. Obviously I won't get to all of them. I won't even get to most of them, but below, I offer them up so that you all can help me pray for these situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope publishing these will help you 1) see that you are not alone in dealing with your difficult issues and 2) that you might have experience or wisdom to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, I invite you to share in our comments a piece of scripture, or a prayer, or wisdom that pertains to any of these situations that strike your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am writing these down as received, with some editing for clarification. I have edited or exempted those that I felt would be too transparent for someone to guess the author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DIFFICULT PEOPLE / DIFFICULT RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dealing with difficult family members of my patients at the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite my previous work and experience, I am often judged lazy by people who because of my choice to stay home to care for family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dealing with an awful person who is partner's ex-husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being in the middle between two people who are arguing, and who both think they are right. Neither one wants to hear a word I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my youngest sister buty cannot get along with, or understand, her husband. This makes the relationship with my sister challenging and sometimes strained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Difficult co-workers sniping at each other and trying to triangulate me into their spots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My business parter has such an ego that they are not willing to share and do not listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl friend seems to be closer to me thatn I am to her. It smothers me. I ignore her then talk to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have problems with my brother. I email him, talk to him in person, try to reason, and ultimately love him regardless. I also talk to him with my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dealing with co-workers who consistently gossip and challenge the truths of my faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An elderly parent who refuses to acknowledge physical limitation and endagers the lives of others by continuing to rive when she shouldn't Have done a family intervention, listed arguments, but she breaks all the promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[At work, dealing with] abrasive, demeaning actions towards other staff members, probably as a result of a high level of recent stress at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Problems with a yong adult who doesn't make responsible decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How do I deal with anger (frustration) at myself, not being able to live up to my expectations of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The indecision and delay by a client manager is causing us staff losses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dealing with difficult and rude children (5-7 years old) in the neighborhood. They are rude to adults adn inconsiderate with house rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trouble dealing w/power hungry "bullies"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A daughter in law that can't or refuses to accept her husband's sister's personality and the fact that she wronged her husband's sister years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An elderly parent who is declining in abilities but refuses to acknowledge this or accept help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband neglected to pay important bills while I was hospitalized, now he expects me to fix it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister always has a bad attitude toward people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Frustrated when I think] an issue is resolved but behavior continues the same with no change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coworkers: very vocal, very different people, trying to fit in and work together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom says that I can be rude sometimes when she is mean too. My sister is really mean to me ... She makes me soooo MAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be great friends with this boy, but now that i'm older, I realize that he is a trouble maker. I've been having to deal with him in school classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People who are disrectful when diagreeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have years of resentment toward a neighbor who doesn't appreciate the fact that their kids spend hours in our yard. They also show no compassion for our child. No reciprocity. I did finally confront the dad. Not sure what happens next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Communication breakdown causing things not gettin done and arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The public having no patience or understanding. The public acting very demanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People not listening to your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are all real issues and difficult things to deal with. As we explore these and others, the one verse that pops into my mind is this: "Seek first the kingdom of God, and all these things [the other things we need] will be given to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you and I concentrate on pleasing God, and furthering God's kingdom above our own little kingdoms, everything else will be put in perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-2092112582875167221?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/2092112582875167221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=2092112582875167221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2092112582875167221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2092112582875167221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2008/09/weve-got-issues.html' title='We&apos;ve got issues'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMg5RljwBiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WgR_LsFSOXU/s72-c/angry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-2082748538407859140</id><published>2008-09-07T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:30:00.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difficult people'/><title type='text'>Dealing with Difficult Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMOrJG1nvfI/AAAAAAAAADI/EBUKMGg9x88/s1600-h/argue-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243222564132077042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMOrJG1nvfI/AAAAAAAAADI/EBUKMGg9x88/s320/argue-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these next three weeks at St. Gabriel's our sermon series will be "Dealing with Difficult People"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 6/7 - How to fight fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 13/14 - Forgive, but don't be a doormat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 20/21 - Getting over who deserves what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lectionary lessons from Romans and the Gospel of Matthew over the next few weeks give us windows into God's wisdom on how we can negotiate difficulties in our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make this series more valuable to you, I invite you to share, anonymously, the difficult interpersonal relationships you are dealing with, and where especially you are seeking God's guidance. I'll try to deal with some of these in our sermons and on this blog, pointing us to God's word and sharing some of the wisdom God has given those who practice in this field. We obviously won't be able to "solve" everyone's issues, but at the least, you will find that you are not alone, and perhaps, as we seek to be guided by the Holy Spirit, we can each move more fully into "loving each other as Christ has loved us." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give me your issues on the slips during worship, via email to &lt;a href="mailto:pastor@saintgabriels.net"&gt;pastor@saintgabriels.net&lt;/a&gt;, or here on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-2082748538407859140?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/2082748538407859140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=2082748538407859140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2082748538407859140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2082748538407859140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2008/09/dealing-with-difficult-relationships.html' title='Dealing with Difficult Relationships'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/SMOrJG1nvfI/AAAAAAAAADI/EBUKMGg9x88/s72-c/argue-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-8685231419348931086</id><published>2007-11-16T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:57:57.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>All right. It's time for a confession. You've probably already guessed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is all about regular, up to date musings, observations, inspirations, even rants.&lt;br /&gt;Note the "regular" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big blog reader either, and I'm still trying to figure out the RSS thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about time. Lack thereof. I've been feeling very pressed for time lately. Even my days off are packed to the gills with stuff to do and catch up on. Like that basket of unmatched socks. Or those chairs I've been meaning to sand and stain for the last 15 months. Or those books that have been gahering dust by my bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I really be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; pressed for time? Really? Since May?! (note date of last entry) Maybe there's an problem here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133649350694524866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rz5i4p2P18I/AAAAAAAAACk/rNJrpcKgzRc/s200/timeflies.gif" border="0" /&gt;It can't be good for one's health to be pressed for time for over five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I decide to keep a blog is beside the point. Busyness, hurry, clutteredness, procrastination, overwork, multitasking fragmentation... these are not good for the spiritual life. In fact, they are deadly to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this. I preach about this. But I'm guilty of all of these things myself. It's easy to blame our culture. Our culture encourages hurry. But I can blame no one but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin."&lt;/em&gt; Well, I spin. Somtimes out of control. Maybe you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout we stop?&lt;br /&gt;Say "no" to things that aren't important.&lt;br /&gt;Say "yes" to things that give life to us and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world won't stop turning if you and I take time... Time for real prayer and real thoughts and real listening... time for deep conversations and deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks and we begin Advent, which is a great time to "unpress" and to savor each day. Slowing down runs counter to our culture of hurrying to count the days down to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that I may start the slowing of Advent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where keeping a blog fits in all this. I do know that a funny thing happens when I take time to write. I slow down. I get more centered. I listen more to myself and the Holy Spirit in me. I write things that surprise me. (I didn't know where this was going here when I sat down at the computer tonight. I thought I'd be talking about the whole blogging culture. Who knew?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't promise when the next entry to this blog will be posted. But I will work to "unpress" my time, and try to savor life more fully.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, some books by my bed are calling my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-8685231419348931086?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/8685231419348931086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=8685231419348931086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/8685231419348931086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/8685231419348931086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rz5i4p2P18I/AAAAAAAAACk/rNJrpcKgzRc/s72-c/timeflies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-2480890585320932265</id><published>2007-05-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:57:57.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I love Being Episcopalian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj1PITvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/5nLYaNv1Zcc/s1600-h/PB+Jefferts-Schori-cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069071020882595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj1PITvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/5nLYaNv1Zcc/s320/PB+Jefferts-Schori-cropped.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having spent a large portion of the day at the National Cathedral for the glorious celebration of the consecration of The Rt. Rev. Shannon Johnston, our new Bishop Coadjutor, I just wanted to share a few of my thoughts on why I love our Church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(These are not all the reasons, or necessarily the most important reasons, or in any kind of order... but here we go.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Women can be priests. Presiding Bishops even. When I was a kid, it wasn't true. Of course, when I was a kid, I had no idea I was ever going to be a priest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's a family! Being part of a larger communion means there is always someone else. There's nothing like being one priest in one baby congregation, but showing up for an event like this and knowing and greeting literally hundreds of other priests and lay people from around the diocese. Old friends from churches I've worshipped in. People I know from committees and commissions. The love is thick.  They are as excited about our ministry as I am about what God is doing in their places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Amazing processions&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj1uITvDgI/AAAAAAAAACU/xzFW-rAgJeM/s1600-h/100_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069071553458540034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj1uITvDgI/AAAAAAAAACU/xzFW-rAgJeM/s320/100_4297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This was only about 1/4 of the total procession into the cathedral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Cathedral. It's the National Cathedral. A house of Prayer for all People. But it is ours - Episcopal. I'd like to think our churches are all that way. Houses of prayer for all people. Places to meet God no matter who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Cool hats (That's my husband Chris in a biretta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj2E4TvDhI/AAAAAAAAACc/MmZN8V4YHB0/s1600-h/100_4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069071944300563986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj2E4TvDhI/AAAAAAAAACc/MmZN8V4YHB0/s200/100_4298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Great music in all different styles. St. Gabriel's style is a lot different than most of the music we heard at the cathedral today, but I love the richness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Variety and Unity. People who can have different ideas on various theological and social issues all praying and singing and taking communion together. I'm made richer my friends and colleagues to the right and left of where I stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. The Father (God Almighty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The Son (Jesus Christ our Lord)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. and The Holy Spirit (The Lord, the Giver of Life) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without this Trinity all our pomp, processions, and presiding bishops wouldn't make a hoot of difference. But it is because each of us has found life and purpose by aligning ourselves with God's purposes to reconcile the world to himself, that we enjoy sharing our joy by bringing out our best for God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-2480890585320932265?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/2480890585320932265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=2480890585320932265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2480890585320932265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2480890585320932265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-reasons-why-i-love-being.html' title='10 Reasons Why I love Being Episcopalian'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rlj1PITvDfI/AAAAAAAAACM/5nLYaNv1Zcc/s72-c/PB+Jefferts-Schori-cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-7425661117640204285</id><published>2007-05-26T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:57:58.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from a Cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rljrf4TvDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/ISiDb-cyXi8/s1600-h/Jeunee+Phoenix+5-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069060313529126290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rljrf4TvDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/ISiDb-cyXi8/s200/Jeunee+Phoenix+5-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Early in May, I was out in Phoenix teaching at the Episcopal Church's Start Up! Start Over! congregational development seminar, and I had some free time to go hiking in the desert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;The saguaro cacti were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; (Those are the kind that can look like cowboys with their hands up)... They grow so tall! I learned that they can live to be over 200 years old and don't even begin to grow branches until they are over 50 year old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;While my friend Lydia and I were hiking I noticed how several of the saguaro had been damaged. Arms were broken off. Flesh was scarred. Sometimes they'd been hurt by forces of nature; a few had probably been harmed by vandals. For the most part, however, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cacti&lt;/span&gt; were still alive, just bearing scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;One particular cactus really caught my eye. Two of its arms were broken, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; broken off. Then over the years, the arms had curled back up toward the sun, obviously still receiving nutrients and water. When I saw it, it was even beginning to flower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;(Hard to see with the image I got with my camera phone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RljtpITvDbI/AAAAAAAAABs/sXFBcSqcJ4o/s1600-h/Cactus+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069062671466171826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RljtpITvDbI/AAAAAAAAABs/sXFBcSqcJ4o/s200/Cactus+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069066489692098002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RljxHYTvDdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WGIYxuJev0Q/s200/Cactus+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rljt34TvDcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hgTANqV1Vhk/s1600-h/Cactus+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069062924869242306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rljt34TvDcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hgTANqV1Vhk/s200/Cactus+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Of course, to me, this just seemed to be another sign of God's redemptive power. You and I are often broken. The winds and storms of life tear us down. Sometimes others hurt us as well. But as long as we can stay connect to the "whole", we can still receive the water of new life, and continue to bear fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RljxX4TvDeI/AAAAAAAAACE/m4wdXyZi2Og/s1600-h/Cactus+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069066773159939554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RljxX4TvDeI/AAAAAAAAACE/m4wdXyZi2Og/s200/Cactus+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;For Christians, that "whole" is Jesus. As Jesus said, "I am the vine and you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me, you can do nothing. (John 15:5) When we stay connected to Christ, and in the body of Christ, even when we are scarred and beat up, God can help us grow again, and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blossom&lt;/span&gt; beautifully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-7425661117640204285?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/7425661117640204285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=7425661117640204285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/7425661117640204285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/7425661117640204285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/05/lessons-from-cactus.html' title='Lessons from a Cactus'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rljrf4TvDZI/AAAAAAAAABc/ISiDb-cyXi8/s72-c/Jeunee+Phoenix+5-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-1040537909966522979</id><published>2007-04-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:57:59.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daffodils'/><title type='text'>Alleluia! Christ is Risen!</title><content type='html'>We had a glorious Easter celebration at St. Gabriel's last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per our tradition, (hey, can a four-year old church have "tradition?!?") we celebrated with an Easter Egg Hunt for the kids, and a pot-luck brunch. Gracing the food table at the brunch was a vase full of daffodils from St. Gabriel's land, picked by vestry member Cindy Jones. As she handed them to me after as we were packing up she said, "And there are many more there... all different kinds." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE56s3sgvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BlxDuQJdHL0/s1600-h/100_3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053383937526366962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE56s3sgvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BlxDuQJdHL0/s320/100_3611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you may remember that last fall we went out to our land and, with the help of the G-Men, used the stones from the land to design a cross. Then we planted assorted daffodil bulbs around the the perimeter of the cross. Later, some of the G-men mulched the area to protect the newly planted bulbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Scenes from the October cross-making. Above: team at work.  Right: finished cross]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE7gM3sgwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JuBhWGosCwk/s1600-h/100_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053385681283089154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE7gM3sgwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JuBhWGosCwk/s320/100_3623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't wait to get out to the land and see for myself how things were looking. The trees were still pretty bare and the ground was covered with dead leafs from the previous fall. Rising from the brown surroundings were a cheerful gathering of daffodils inviting me closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE9RM3sgyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hyJ3HZhmTnM/s1600-h/Daffodils+4-07g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053387622608306978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE9RM3sgyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hyJ3HZhmTnM/s320/Daffodils+4-07g.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was beautiful. As I took pictures (with my phone) and prayed on our land, a few "God thoughts" came to mind I'd like to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Planting bulbs is like a lot of what we do in our faith. You can't see from the outside of the bulb what it's going to look like. We can't see today what life will hold for tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just have to take what you've got, and give it to God, and trust, that in God's time, he will make it bloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFAUs3sgzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SeqZIZoJSNQ/s1600-h/Daffodils+4-07i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053390981272732466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFAUs3sgzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SeqZIZoJSNQ/s320/Daffodils+4-07i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the daffodils were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; types - some white, some yellow, some single blooms, some multiple blooms, some frilly, some "classic." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all different as well, but when we are gathered around the cross, or gathered together to "grace" another venue, our diversity shows God's beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFAlc3sg0I/AAAAAAAAABE/eJxqm0X5LuY/s1600-h/Daffodils+4-07b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053391269035541314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFAlc3sg0I/AAAAAAAAABE/eJxqm0X5LuY/s320/Daffodils+4-07b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed was that all over the ground, in what seemed to me at first to be mostly dead leaves, were delicate little white flowers coming up everywhere. To me this signaled another truth of life with God. Yes, God takes what we give him, and he blesses it and gives it back to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFCJs3sg2I/AAAAAAAAABU/86Zfk6rftTI/s1600-h/Land+walk-crop+flower+3-26-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053392991317427042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiFCJs3sg2I/AAAAAAAAABU/86Zfk6rftTI/s320/Land+walk-crop+flower+3-26-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God also just gives us abundant blessings without us even asking for them. We didn't plant those little flowers, God did. God's work and our work, side by side, are beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you observe the new life springing forth in creation this spring, may you experience new life in Jesus spring forth in your soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alleluia! Christ is Risen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord is Risen Indeed! Alleluia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-1040537909966522979?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/1040537909966522979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=1040537909966522979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/1040537909966522979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/1040537909966522979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/04/alleluia-christ-is-risen.html' title='Alleluia! Christ is Risen!'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RiE56s3sgvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BlxDuQJdHL0/s72-c/100_3611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-2142807999432269482</id><published>2007-03-19T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:58:00.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination sermon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prodigal son'/><title type='text'>"Imagination Sermon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rf8EZxjWgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqfG3AkciVg/s1600-h/prodigal+son+icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043754948523098130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rf8EZxjWgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqfG3AkciVg/s320/prodigal+son+icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those of you at St. Gabriel's this last Sunday (March 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) experienced an "imagination sermon." When I was explaining the concept of the imagination sermon to my husband (also a priest), he said, "I don't know.... sounds too much like, 'Imagine I had written a sermon this Sunday' to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagination sermon, however, is not the preacher's way of playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hookie&lt;/span&gt; (!), it is a way to experience corporately one aspect of the ancient method of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lectio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;divina&lt;/span&gt;.... sitting with a piece of scripture and letting God speak to you through the text. We invite our God-given imaginations into the story as well, allowing Jesus to be alive to us, and the people of the story to speak to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the Gospel story of the Father who had two sons (a.k.a. The Prodigal Son, Luke 15:11-32) members of the congregation imagined they were someone in the story, either someone explicitly mentioned (younger son, older son, father, etc.) or someone else who would have been present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people lived into the character the Holy Spirit brought to mind, several people stood up to share their thoughts. We heard from a few wayward prodigals, several angry and confused older brothers, a longing father, a bookie in the far off land, the boys' mother, and some others. There were a few quiet tears, nods of understanding and a fair amount of laughter. I felt we were on holy ground when some people shifted from the biblical story to their own stories as they identified with the characters and touched on the Father's presence in their own situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; about this method of engaging the Bible is that even folk who do not stand up to share are given a story. The Holy Spirit works in all the imaginations, giving some full-blown, fully-illustrated scenarios, and to others a flit across several characters as the camera of their mind pans the faces in the narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite you, this week, to continue to live into the story of the loving, welcoming Father, and see how God speaks to you through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-2142807999432269482?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/2142807999432269482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=2142807999432269482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2142807999432269482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/2142807999432269482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/03/imagination-sermon.html' title='&quot;Imagination Sermon&quot;'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/Rf8EZxjWgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mqfG3AkciVg/s72-c/prodigal+son+icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4390243796512711685.post-561231101230752298</id><published>2007-03-09T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:58:00.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the Vicar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RfHACxjWgAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkySQ8RAXWI/s1600-h/Group+Shrine+Mont+Compressed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040020611898179586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RfHACxjWgAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkySQ8RAXWI/s320/Group+Shrine+Mont+Compressed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope as I begin this blog is that it will become a conversation. A way for me to share thoughts, ideas and prayers with St. Gabriel's community, and others who are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Gabriel's is a great place. We turn a middle school auditorium into a sacred space to encounter Jesus each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even find times to get away to the mountains to enjoy God's presence in nature. (Here's a picture of us at our retreat center at Shrine Mont in May 2006). Please join the conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4390243796512711685-561231101230752298?l=saintgabriels.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/feeds/561231101230752298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4390243796512711685&amp;postID=561231101230752298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/561231101230752298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4390243796512711685/posts/default/561231101230752298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saintgabriels.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughts-from-vicar.html' title='Thoughts from the Vicar'/><author><name>Pastor Jeunee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291802003793774339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17695912239975981711'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eXkm91de8w/RfHACxjWgAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MkySQ8RAXWI/s72-c/Group+Shrine+Mont+Compressed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>