Mary and Me in 2000

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Starting when I was 15, I spent my summers as a counselor at All Saints Episcopal Camp in Leitchfield, Kentucky. That very first summer, I was a “counselor-in-training” and only because I was a certified lifeguard, I got to stay for all 6 weeks for camp and got paid a whopping $100 per week. Hourly, it was a fraction of minimum wage. But I loved it.

And funnily enough, with no experience and pithy pay, that first year was my best year as a counselor. I was too shy to be a part of any of the drama that took place within the staff and I trucked through any signs of fatigue. I thought nothing of spending my break hosing down a bedwetter’s mattress and it never occurred to me that I didn’t have to sing every single song with gusto.  

In the years that followed as a camp counselor, I might’ve become more of a leader, but I lost some of the ruthless energy towards my job. Now, I think I was still a pretty decent counselor, but I learned how to sneak in naps and would sometimes care more about my friends on staff than the lonely camper if I could get away with it. I learned how to cut corners. The least important corners, I assure you, but I cut them nonetheless.

I’ve just started reading Madeline L’Engle’s “Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art”. Only 17 pages in and I’d highly recommend this to anyone out there with room left of their summer reading list. In it, L’Engle says about Mary, Mother of Jesus:

As for Mary, she was little more than a child when the angel came to her; she had not lost her child’s creative acceptance of the realities moving on the other side of the everyday world. We lose our abilities to see angels as we grow older and that is a tragic loss.

The angels came to Mary when she was about the same age as I was that first summer at All Saints. Perhaps younger. And it probably required someone that young to answer “okay” to this impossible task. Somehow as we get older, we’re more apt to answer God’s call with an “I can’t.” or “I don’t wanna.” or “What’s in it for me?” It seems like maturing and becoming more responsible makes us less responsive.

How do we go back to the childlike acceptance that Mary had? It’s like trying to unlearn that your alarm clock has a snooze button. Listening is one thing. Answering ‘yes’ is another.

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I like that #1

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So it’s occurred to me that maybe not everyone likes spending wasting their time on stumbleupon.com to scrape the surface of the hilarious/crazy/insightful internet. So here, in random order, are things I’ve found, that, if you’re somewhat like me, you might like also.

The Top 5 Regrets People Have on Their Deathbeds

The Just-World Fallacy (also a great blog to follow)

How Twilight Works 

Red Velvet Cake Recipe

20 Things I’ve Learned from Travelling Around the World for Three Years

(Time waster alert!) Sporcle

I’m baaaaaaaack…

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So I inadvertently took the entire month of June off from blogging. Whoops. And while I wanted to return with an all-star grandslam of a post, this is not it. But it’s coming.

This is what every Louisvillian does all the time. 

Here are the things that have pushed blogger.com down from its past status as #1 most visited site on my browser.

1) I moved. To Louisville, Kentucky. This is actually my second time to move to Louisville and the last time, I stayed for 5 years. So you can safely assume, I like this city. That said, while it only takes two hours to physically get here, I feel like it’s taken a bit longer to get my heart, mind and muse up here.

Calvary has a beautiful building with people to match. 

2) I started two new jobs. Ok, technically one unpaid internship and one temporary full-time position with a family as a babysitter. The unpaid internship is at Calvary Episcopal, in downtown Louisville. I do all sorts of stuff, including preaching a bit, wearing fancy robes, giving clothes and food out to people, visiting people who can’t get themselves to church, assisting at weddings and funerals, staying awake through attending staff meetings, and all together figuring out whether this whole becoming a priest thing is the best of worst idea I’ve ever had. I will be here for 9 months, which, in case you weren’t familiar, is the same amount of time that human gestation lasts. A friend suggested I count my time here by a pregnancy calendar. In that case guys, I just found out I’m pregnant*!

3) I met new people. Lots. Maybe one sticks out in particular, but in case he/she reads this, I’m staying nonchalant. You know, like, whatever. No big deal.

Oh, and does anyone do dream interpretations. What does it mean if you dreamt that you overfed a fish? I’m asking for a friend.

*Maybe I’m taking a brave step here in trusting that my readers (all three of them!) won’t take this out of context. In reality, let me assure you, I am as unpregnant as they come.