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Last Saturday night, Lina and I went to the COWIHN "Church of What Is Happening Now." Reader alert...this is a longer post. I have a lot to say. Bail now if you can't stomach it. I use the word stomach quite intentionally which will be clear why in the end. First, as musical intro, watch the Sam Cooke's song vid. It will get you in the spirit of things. Ignorance as bliss type of deal, as long as you are in love. COWIHN is my euphemistic name for "the" Church in Lancaster County where the sheep herd who are looking for greener pastures go to graze en masse. Over the years, the "IT" church has changed and many of the same people who were there are now here. Lina and I too are searching for a better church fit. She is a 21st cosmopolitan corporate woman of Asian descent who is still quite traditional. Yet she does not connect with the mommy set whose perspective of the world is defined as a frame by their family. It is good in many ways that moms

Hard week at school, good week at school. Hard week at school, good week at school. Hard week at school, good week at school. This week was full of drama. Sorry I didn't blog this week...I try to do something daily but this week I had some good ideas for blogs but no time and little energy. Work just walloped me good. I topped off the week with thirteen hours straight yesterday. My butt has a sitting sensor. Once I have been in the chair too long, my ass aches, making every minute in the chair hurt. But, I got a lot done. Sometimes I just have to pull a very long shift to not necessarily catch up, but to just not fall too far behind. So I have to sit on my behind not to fall behind. Some trade-off there. . When I went to bed last night, I slept for two hours. Then, I was wide awake for about two. I wasn't worried, I just was wired. It was if the off switch on my body was stuck. I listened to a remarkable sermon about God's beauty in the mess while waiting for sleep to com

Maurice Sendak ( Where The Wild Things Are , a book that gave me the creeps as a kid), was interviewed last week on Fresh Air. As I have grown older, my appreciation for the innovative and unconventional has grown. Sendak, in his mid-80's, has penned a new book Bumble-ardy about an orphaned pig who vows to never turn ten after a birthday party goes awry and his aunt cracks the whip. The interview was both dear and distressing. SENDAK: "I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready." Towards the end of the interview, he said that he "is going weeping to the grave." It was so poignant and painful I sighed deeply. As I stared out my car windshield out in