My Husband, the Deacon
December 17, 2011
What a special service we had last Wednesday night. I have only time for pictures, no words. And even if I had time, I still think I would have no words. Here are some pictures from the reception afterward…
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I love that Rev Deacon. Thanks for the pictures.
since your hair post i have been a wee sad. but of course i didn’t want to be pushy because i barely know you. and then you inadvertently fulfilled a promise you said you wouldn’t and i got to see your hair. i like it!! i like that you can keep it curly. i got mine wet with no time to straighten and boy did i look funny. almost an afro. my real goal is a pixie cut. i’m taking it in baby steps for my husband’s sake. but no really. REALLY cute hair. and congratulations to your husband on this big achievement
Two fulfilled promises in a row? Yes! I’m on a roll. Although I still haven’t posted a straight hair picture, so I don’t know if it counts. How long do I have? You’re so nice to care, willeya. Thank you for the niceness.
And thanks, Bean. He loves you too.
That was a beautiful service. We’re so proud of Chris, he is one resilient, hard-working, faithful man! I like his hair too.
I kept telling myself I would stop with the next month in your archives. Stop with June. Nope, July for sure. I’ll take a shower after August. ….Two years later (or so; really I don’t know where I started, or why I randomly jumped in somewhere in…2008? 2009?) I find, much to my disappointment, that the shower is upon me: Chris is a deacon, the record has caught up to the present, I have emerged again to be with my own words and thoughts–made richer, now, by yours.
I am not a wife with a husband in the church and three daughters, who ascends 17 floors of a glass-walled building to work every day. I’m just a 20-something grad student bewildered by the city–the endless streets and the unexpected doves and the oak trees cradling sunlight–learning what it means to be me, here and now, a child of God, sinful and sometimes lonely and blessed beyond all comprehension. And your words are immensely encouraging; encouraging, challenging, delightful–because they speak past circumstance to the marvelous and strange existence that we are all still getting the hang of. Thanks for writing. If it comforts you in the future blogistential crises which (based on the prior pattern of them) you will sporadically experience, be assured: another reader has been added to the ranks…:)
Now about that shower……..
*through circumstance, actually, not past it. (Or ‘past’ in a sense of ‘arising in, -travelling-through-and-transcending’ rather than merely ‘around.’)
Because “past” seems to denigrate circumstance–as if it weren’t the stuff of our existence, the prism in which we see God, the particular means by which He is incarnated into the world through us. You describe your life so beautifully, I certainly wouldn’t want to do that!!
…allright, I think my overactive conscience and English-major soul have been simultaneously assuaged…:D