Hello Dear Ones!
It's been a few days since the last update, but there is good news on the horizon. His Purpleness' Second-in-Command has informed The Precentor of a congregation that might be a very good match for my skills and availability in the next months. So they will be calling me (or I'll be calling them) shortly, and we will see how this all works out.
In the meantime, The Barrister has taken care of any and all necessary details regarding our departure from COTID (see original blog entry for the acronym) and we're moving forward in satisfaction.
More news as it unfolds. But we are well, and all shall be well.
See you on the porch!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day at Jubilee House
Hello Dear Ones!
More good news from the Precentor household. Today we worshipped with our friends, the Rev. and Mrs. Jubilee, in their home congregation "up north" of here. This is a diverse, very friendly group of people who are seeking the Holy Spirit's activity in their midst, and trying to discover their own call to ministry in that particular place. The Rev. Jubilee himself is not the pastor of the congregation, but worships there when he is not out on the road working for the kingdom.
After a warm and welcoming service of holy communion (with a donkey-kicking sermon by the Rev. Mama Grace, pastor) and some barn-burner gospel hymns that Mrs. Precentor recalled from her evangelical childhood, we made our way to the Jubilee House for lunch, and fellowship, and a tour of our new digs. We will have our own "flat" at the top of the house--bedroom, office, full bath and generous attic closet that may become the Precentor Library Pro Tempore if we can get an electrician to put a few plugs in there. Some of our other furnishings will serve the entire household...and the rest will go into storage for the time being.
And since I know some of you are wondering...yes, there is a proper screened porch, with a very nice view, for settin' and thinkin' and writin'. "All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided..."
At the end of the worship service this morning, the men of the congregation were all given red carnations. Mama Grace announced that "even if you're not a father 'technically', please take a flower in honor of the fatherly care and attention you have bestowed upon those who love you." Precentor was (and is!) much in mind of those whom he has cared for and tended to over the past few years
So happy Father's Day my dears. From one who has been occasionally called by that name, and has been much honored by your love and affection.
See you on the porch!
More good news from the Precentor household. Today we worshipped with our friends, the Rev. and Mrs. Jubilee, in their home congregation "up north" of here. This is a diverse, very friendly group of people who are seeking the Holy Spirit's activity in their midst, and trying to discover their own call to ministry in that particular place. The Rev. Jubilee himself is not the pastor of the congregation, but worships there when he is not out on the road working for the kingdom.
After a warm and welcoming service of holy communion (with a donkey-kicking sermon by the Rev. Mama Grace, pastor) and some barn-burner gospel hymns that Mrs. Precentor recalled from her evangelical childhood, we made our way to the Jubilee House for lunch, and fellowship, and a tour of our new digs. We will have our own "flat" at the top of the house--bedroom, office, full bath and generous attic closet that may become the Precentor Library Pro Tempore if we can get an electrician to put a few plugs in there. Some of our other furnishings will serve the entire household...and the rest will go into storage for the time being.
And since I know some of you are wondering...yes, there is a proper screened porch, with a very nice view, for settin' and thinkin' and writin'. "All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided..."
At the end of the worship service this morning, the men of the congregation were all given red carnations. Mama Grace announced that "even if you're not a father 'technically', please take a flower in honor of the fatherly care and attention you have bestowed upon those who love you." Precentor was (and is!) much in mind of those whom he has cared for and tended to over the past few years
So happy Father's Day my dears. From one who has been occasionally called by that name, and has been much honored by your love and affection.
See you on the porch!
Friday, June 19, 2009
New Beginnings
Hello Dear Ones!
As many of you know, as of Sunday I am no longer employed at the Church of the Immaculate Dysfunction. Although I will miss many of you very much, I want you to know that this new development is, at bottom, A Good Thing. Opportunity has presented itself in amazing and unexpected ways, and Mrs. Precentor and I are looking forward to the next stage in our lives.
Dear friends from an earlier time in our life have recently resurfaced in a neighboring town, living in a grand old Victorian manse with lots of spare rooms, (and maybe a magic wardrobe?) and they are able to take us under their roof for the duration until I can rightly sign my name as The Rev. Dr. Precentor. Therein is grace itself. So the Precentor household, including our furry four-legged entourage, will be decamping for points north forthwith (or at least fifthwith.)
On Wednesday I was "over the river and across the island" to meet someone whose library and lived experience will serve me well in my scholarly endeavors, and he too has promised his assistance in the project.
I am in conversation with His Purpleness at the home office, and his Second-In-Command, who has been most helpful in beginning the process of helping me find suitable employment in a short time. Both of them, and all of my professional colleagues who have contacted me, have been unbelievably kind and gracious in their offers of support, both material and spiritual. As have the friends and family who have called, sent emails, offered to provide all manner of helps and assistances--from the sublime to the ridiculous! We are richly blessed in this outpouring of love and affection and prayer, and we want to thank you all, so very much.
Continue those prayers--for us who are moving on, and for those who will remain. There are changes ahead, and some may be challenging indeed. But we are an Easter people--we hold fast to the blessed hope of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and ourselves and all we hold dear, along with him. We are a Pentecost people--the Spirit blows where She will, and you feel the wind and see the effects, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. We are not in control--just in case you'd forgotten! There is joy in the morning, and we are not alone.
See you on the porch!
As many of you know, as of Sunday I am no longer employed at the Church of the Immaculate Dysfunction. Although I will miss many of you very much, I want you to know that this new development is, at bottom, A Good Thing. Opportunity has presented itself in amazing and unexpected ways, and Mrs. Precentor and I are looking forward to the next stage in our lives.
Dear friends from an earlier time in our life have recently resurfaced in a neighboring town, living in a grand old Victorian manse with lots of spare rooms, (and maybe a magic wardrobe?) and they are able to take us under their roof for the duration until I can rightly sign my name as The Rev. Dr. Precentor. Therein is grace itself. So the Precentor household, including our furry four-legged entourage, will be decamping for points north forthwith (or at least fifthwith.)
On Wednesday I was "over the river and across the island" to meet someone whose library and lived experience will serve me well in my scholarly endeavors, and he too has promised his assistance in the project.
I am in conversation with His Purpleness at the home office, and his Second-In-Command, who has been most helpful in beginning the process of helping me find suitable employment in a short time. Both of them, and all of my professional colleagues who have contacted me, have been unbelievably kind and gracious in their offers of support, both material and spiritual. As have the friends and family who have called, sent emails, offered to provide all manner of helps and assistances--from the sublime to the ridiculous! We are richly blessed in this outpouring of love and affection and prayer, and we want to thank you all, so very much.
Continue those prayers--for us who are moving on, and for those who will remain. There are changes ahead, and some may be challenging indeed. But we are an Easter people--we hold fast to the blessed hope of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and ourselves and all we hold dear, along with him. We are a Pentecost people--the Spirit blows where She will, and you feel the wind and see the effects, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. We are not in control--just in case you'd forgotten! There is joy in the morning, and we are not alone.
See you on the porch!
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