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Displaced Southerner
You are 69% true Southern!
You’re pretty Southern, but something is keeping you from being a true Southern Belle or Gentleman.  Maybe you’ve moved, or maybe your parents were Yankees and brought you up without ever taking you fishing or hunting or to Memaw’s for chicken and black-eyed peas.  You know your Southern facts and culture, but that literature still escapes you.  And when you order tea at a restaurant, you expect it to come "unsweet."  Yikes.
Next time you have the chance, visit a classic Southern downtown area and spend an afternoon just soaking it in…  Montgomery, Birmingham, Jackson, Natchez, Memphis, Charleston, Atlanta, or even New Orleans!
 

thanks, omis

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A beautiful Holy Thursday reflection

and a prayer:

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Holy Thursday is all about gathering together in love. Jesus gathered with his disciples to celebrate the traditional Jewish Passover meal. During the meal He
broke bread and passed it to his friends. Then they shared a cup of
wine. Jesus promised that he would be there with them in the bread and
wine each time they gathered to share this special meal. Then He got on
His hands and knees and washed the feet of the disciples. This was a
direct example of how they were to serve each other, an example of what
we are called to do as Christians.

Today we will remember the three days the
church calls the Triduum, that is Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and
Easter. Our words and actions will be those of Jesus, and should serve
to remind us of how important they are in our lives.

Holy God be with us today as we gather as a family to
remember your gift to us, the gift of your Son Jesus. He gave of
himself, showing us how to love with every action of his life. May
today be a reminder to us of Jesus’ commandment to us to love one
another as He has loved us.

from: CTN

RevGalBlogPals – Friday Five via Songbird:

Whether it was on Broadway or at your neighborhood elementary school,
name five experiences of the performing arts that have touched or
tickled you.

I was(n’t) a child star!

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As very small children, my brothers and sisters and I would put on plays for Mom and Dad, and I think other visitors as well.  I remember my big sister Rose was often the mastermind behind these little shows.  I have the distinct memory of standing in the linoleum tiled hallway waiting for my cue to come out into the orange shag carpeted living room to play some part… I only remember playing a sick child once….I probably wasn’t given a whole lot of lines because I was the youngest girl and I had a tendency to laugh and laugh and laugh at the slightest provocation! 

Warning Early 1980s memories about to surface – Geekdom revealed –

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When I was in high school, I was in every play I could be in.  Small school, big opportunities…  So the one I remember the most was The Beverly Hillbillies.  I played the dean of the school Ms. Hathaway was trying to get Jethro into.  (Dean Mercy Lodge).  Mostly I remember this one because my three best friends were also in the play with me and we had oodles of fun goofing off together.  We were seniors and we were young and we were D O R K Y!  So, it was hysterical in only the way high school last minute high jinx could be.  Denise and I (my bestest friend from then) still quote lines from that play…. "Don’t do that."  "Don’t do what?"  "Don’t close the door!"  (and they weren’t even our lines!)

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I was friends with some oddball types… I was an oddball type.  You know that oh so shortlived TV show Freaks and Geeks?  We were so the geeks.  My friend Bill would think up these wacky things – and he had a video camera… We would put on shows and Bill would film then.  Then we’d watch them and laugh, etc…  Anyway, one of the shows we’d put on, fairly regularly, as I remember had to do with the Justice League of America.  Bill was Superman (and he really was.) and my friend Denise was Batgirl.  There aren’t that many women in the Justice League (or there weren’t at that time) and so Michelle and I created our own superheroes.  I have long since forgotten Michelle’s character… I have never forgotten mine… I was Schallara: Witch of the Woolsies (don’t even ask.) and as you know every superhero has their own kryptonite – mine was brylcreem.  I kid you not.

Shades of things to come?

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In my sophomore year of college I was in the Sound of Music… At the time I wasn’t even Catholic, so it’s humorous to me…  I played one of the "choir" nuns.  I had no lines, but got to sing in the background wearing a long black habit.  My friends, the ones I went out to dime beer night with, all laughed at me playing a nun.  During one of the performances I got that horrible tickle/scratchy thing in my throat while singing and had to sort of drift even further into the background to avoid being seen gasping for breath as I held back the irresistibe urge to cough and cough and cough!  I turned three shades of red and then mercifully the scene ended before I passed out.  I took that as a sign that both I was not to have a musical career, and also that I should never pretend to be a nun. Ah, sigh.  Be careful how you read the signs.

She was Amazing!

WomofyearLest we go off thinking I don’t know from good theater…
Also way back in high school (in small town Illinois) my English class got to go on a field trip to Chicago to see Katherine Hepburn in a play.  I don’t remember the play. I remember seeing Katherine Hepburn.  Wow!  Even then she had the palsy, but she was amazing – that voice, that presence.  Has there ever been another?  I think not.

And that’s it for me on this Friday (when I should be doing a heck of a lot of preparing for my response for tomorrow’s talk.  I’d rather go see a show.

Ever had one of those weeks in which you totally believe and you totally don’t?  Today’s Nouwen Society daily reflection (see below) sort of captured that for me. 

Right now I have so many good things happening and so many difficult things happening that it’s a bit like being on that merry-go-round of my youth – you know the one in the park down the road… the one that others would push while you held on for dear life and you couldn’t tell if you were having the best time of your life or the worst… or is that just me?  I’m looking forward to the that moment between whirls when the rotation just sort of slows down and I can slide off and maybe go sit on the swing for a minute.

On the Journey Towards Living With
Doubt

written by SUSAN M. S. BROWN

In his ecstatic poem "I thank You God for most this amazing
day," e. e. cummings wonders how any "human merely being" could "doubt
unimaginable You." And I know that feeling, from rare moments when I seem to
rise above, sink below, or expand beyond my small, everyday sense of self, my
busily thinking mind, my ego working so hard to preserve the separateness of me.
But most of the time, my consciousness is filled with doubts of every
variety.

It is so easy, and often not unjustifiable, to doubt the truth
of what we are told, the motives of people who affect our lives, the security of
our future, the value and meaning of our past. And it can be hard to see the
presence of God as the forest that contains all those trees. In this routine
state of mind, it’s just as easy for me to wonder how any "human merely being"
could not doubt the unimaginable.

I wish I could trust and believe
unquestioningly. But doubt is an undeniable aspect of who I am. I cannot banish
it. But I can work diligently to keep it from sliding into the negative
entrenchment of cynicism. Perhaps the key is to make sure I also doubt my doubt:
remember my own experiences of assurance, really listen when others share
theirs, and leave room for the inbreaking of transcendent certainty, which can
come in the most surprising ways.

From the Daily Reflection of the Henri Nouwen Society

hat tip to Susan Rose

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