My Husband, the Deacon

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…










  1. #1 by Bean on December 17, 2011 - 5:00 pm

    I love that Rev Deacon. Thanks for the pictures.

  2. #2 by willeya on December 17, 2011 - 7:20 pm

    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 🙂

  3. #3 by Leslie on December 18, 2011 - 8:31 am

    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.

  4. #4 by Mom on December 30, 2011 - 11:19 am

    That was a beautiful service. We’re so proud of Chris, he is one resilient, hard-working, faithful man! I like his hair too.

  5. #5 by Jessica on February 23, 2012 - 12:21 pm

    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……..

  6. #6 by Jessica on February 23, 2012 - 1:07 pm

    *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

  7. #7 by Mom on February 29, 2012 - 9:11 am

    I check this blog every day being absolutely convinced that if I don’t check it there will be a new entry with 15 comments posted within 20 minutes. So I’m now camped out by the front door of fiercepeace so I can be first in line!

  8. #8 by Mom on February 29, 2012 - 9:15 am

    And Jessica, it was all worth the daily checking to celebrate yet another fp convert, friend and fellow catechumin!

  9. #9 by Leslie on February 29, 2012 - 12:21 pm

    See? See what happens when I’m about to give in for good to my current blogistential crisis? You’ve encouraged me today beyond belief, Jessica. Thank you. And you’re a catechumin too? And that’s how you spell catechumin? I’m not even going to google it to check because I know my mom wouldn’t have written it without checking first.

    Okay. Maybe, just maybe, I can keep going here.

  10. #10 by Leslie on February 29, 2012 - 1:05 pm

    And, oh! I just realized that your name is clickable. You have a blog too! This day just keeps getting better and better.

  11. #11 by Jessica on February 29, 2012 - 6:44 pm

    Hahaha you might be at the front door Dianne, but I claim a prominent window. Or the chimney? Does fiercepeace have a chimney? (It is a longstanding goal of mine to successfully complete a journey up, or down, a chimney. Unfortunately flues have been clogging up chimneys for the last couple of centuries, for the express thwarting of my intentions and the good of householders everywhere…)

    And yes, I’m very happy to say, I’m a…one of those people who are excited about the catechism. Catechumen? (catecumin: all the rage amongst middle-eastern felines…) I was received in prodigious secrecy–by which I mean the 8am service–but am no less excited to be making the step, or leap, or journey, or whatever it is one does when one finally finds a place to worship God, in His Church, with body as well as soul. But there are really no words for that, and I’m feeling too irrelevant (and late for class) to try to come up with them anyhow.

    Oh, and apparently I’m leading towards a Settlers conversion too. I think all my thoughts have been vaguely octagonal since last Sunday.

    And, seriously–for sure keep it up, Leslie. (You wouldn’t want to keep me waiting at the cyberspastic chimney in vain, would you?) This blog is a treasure. (You might even inspire me to post on my own more than once a month! 😉

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