Sunday Style: Why Five Husbands?

I have no special guests this time, but I do have a special purple outfit. We seem to be back on our usual weather schedule, so summer it is.

Sunday Style for March 19

Dress and shirt: Old Navy
Shoes: Payless
Necklace: National Shrine gift shop
Earrings: I forgot, and you can’t see them anyway

I had a tiny bit more time than usual to consider this week’s outfit, so I went for an old standby. I like to wear this one even when it is not a purple season.

I was back at my regular parish this week, so I decided to try my idea from last week. A friend gave me a Christian Inspirations Journal a few birthdays ago, but I could never find the right use for it. After some recent difficult episodes in attempting to remember the homily, not fall asleep during it, or both, I thought it might be time to treat that like any other presentation I attend, and take notes. I have always found notetaking really useful for focusing my attention, but I’ve never thought to try it during Mass. I take notes at other churchy presentations and when I’m physically in the church for a non-Mass event, but homily notetaking always seemed weird.

Well, it still seems weird. Many things feel weird the first time, and this was no exception. I persevered, and I plan to do it again next week, so we’ll see how it goes.

Msgr. Old Pastor preached the homily. He focused mostly on the Gospel, which felt a little odd because the Sundays of Lent do such a great job of getting all the readings to align. I’ve never given a homily, but it seems like that would make the homilist’s job a little easier. The theme is built right in.

He pointed out that the Jews hated the Samaritans so much that they would usually travel around Samaria instead of through it, taking an extra day or two just to prove their point. He didn’t explain why, though; I learned that from the Bible Timeline. The Samaritans were the descendants of Israelites (from the northern kingdom), who had intermarried with non-Israelites after the Babylonian exile. The southern Judeans had never intermarried, so they considered themselves purer and better than the Samaritans. That’s why the woman at the well has had five husbands. It’s not just a random large number; five other nations had mixed with the Israelites. I’m grateful to my Bible study for opening up Mass like that!

He did, however, note that the woman speaks to Jesus in a way that demonstrates her rapidly increasing faith. At first, she treats him like any strange man. Then she calls him her teacher, and then a prophet. Finally, she runs off to tell the people that he is the Messiah. As probably every priest who preached this weekend said, this is evangelization in a nutshell.

Msgr. Old Pastor’s parting words were to let God fill up the hole inside our hearts that longs for something more. We might try to fill it with other things, but only God belongs there. Curiously, the monsignor himself had some opportunities for that right during Mass. His lapel mic went out, so he had to preach his homily from the ambo. Since our church is built for amplified sound, he chanted the entire Eucharistic Prayer, in order to be as loud as naturally possible. He has an excellent voice, so it felt special and solemn. And we sang “I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say” during Communion, which is one of my very favorites.

Mass is always good when Jesus comes, but those little touches made this one extra nice for me.

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7 Quick Takes because I am back in action!

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Heeeeeeeey there, 7QT! It’s been a long time. I have kept up with Sunday Style and Currently, but this happy little link-up was tossed by the wayside. I have far more than seven things to share, but I will keep it to seven anyway. You’re welcome.

— 1 —

One of my life’s ambitions is to compete on Jeopardy! I auditioned last April and am still in the contestant pool. Here’s hoping!

My hopes aside, the show was recently in the news for a unique contestant story: Cindy Stowell, an Austin resident like me, died of colon cancer just a few days before she appeared on Jeopardy!

She won six games. If she were still alive, she would be a contender for the Tournament of Champions.

She took the test in the same round that I did, and if I had not gone back to DC to audition (because my parents live in the area, so I could stay with them for free), I would have auditioned in the same city that she did. She even played trivia at the same place I do; her boyfriend Jason has a regular team that always plays well.

Cindy’s Jeopardy! story shows the compassion that can still be found in what is ultimately the entertainment business. It also brings a new level of challenge to the armchair champion. If she could play like that while dying from cancer, what’s stopping you from fighting for your dreams?

— 2 —

This is kind of an intermediate tech tip. If you don’t know what two-factor authentication is, just go ahead and skip this take—but look into it! This Google landing page is a simple intro, and this TFA site will show you which popular sites you can enable it on.

If you are using TFA, and you use an Apple device of any kind, you might have been asked by your device if you wanted to turn on “two-factor authentication.” This is not the same thing as normal TFA. Owen Williams at The Next Web explains the situation in detail, but the short version is that you want to have “two-step verification” enabled for your Apple ID, not “two-factor authentication.”

I am smarter than your average bear when it comes to computers and technology (and specific terms, for that matter), but I was confused by that one. I managed to fix it, but it was a close call. I hope this tip helps someone the way my Sitemeter hijacking story does.

— 3 —

Those were some pretty intense takes. Here’s some tweets to lighten the mood. This one won the National Grammar Day haiku contest just a few weeks ago:

— 4 —

Also in Twitter news, a bishop is following me! This seems like a role reversal if there ever was one:

"Bishop Guy Sansaricq followed you."

He’s retired from the Diocese of Brooklyn. Can we take a moment to think about how awesome retirement must be if it means you just get to play on Twitter all day?

— 5 —

I recently finished the Bible study I started back in September, on salvation history. When we got to the period when David became king of Israel, I finally, finally understood why it’s so important that David is the son of Jesse.

Jesse was no one important. He wasn’t the previous king; he was just a shepherd.

In that time (and in some professions like teaching or law enforcement today), a son had the same job as his father. The king’s son became the next king; the shepherd’s son became a shepherd.

But the king before David was Saul. None of Saul’s sons became king. David was the son of Jesse. David became the king.

It’s important that David is the son of Jesse because David is not the son of Saul. God chose the king he wanted, not the king anyone was expecting. He chose David, and later he chose Jesus.

And that’s why we have Jesse trees, not David trees, and why it’s so important that Jesus is “the son of David.” My mind was blown.

— 6 —

Mr. Man teases me for declaring that more than one song is my jam. I like to jam! So I guess one of my jams is this super-catchy song (and awesome video) from a Target commercial: “Diggy,” by Spencer Ludwig.

— 7 —

Finally, to round out the randomness, one of my favorite Shakespearean webcomics posted a brilliant take on the “wherefore” problem. (And yes, I do have another favorite.)

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Sunday Style: My Favorite Recurring Character

Hello, friends! One of those not-quite-yet-bloggable things took me to visit Mr. Man again last weekend, in his city. He’s my special guest star.

Sunday Style for March 12: My Outfit

Sunday Style for March 12: me with Mr. Man

Sweater and skirt: Old Navy
Top and tights: Target
Shoes: Payless
Earrings: ancient gift
Pendant: brand-new gift from Mr. Man’s mom

So, winter came back. Mr. Man kindly sent me weather forecast updates as the days to my trip counted down. Of course I double-checked with my favorite weather app, Accuweather, as I was packing the night before I left. Life in Austin has taught me to check the hourly forecasts rather than the high for the day, so I scrolled through and was puzzled by a tiny icon of a snowflake on Saturday around 2 p.m.

Then I realized that meant it might snow. I have not seen snow fall from the sky in over six years. Thankfully, I didn’t see it last weekend, either, but it was so very cold. I’m perfectly happy to leave March snow as a long-ago memory (once in Germany when I was in middle school, I think), and I’m now officially ready for spring.

We went to Mass at Mr. Man’s parish. He lectored, and he did a very good job. Fr. J (I think) started by pointing out that Abraham’s story is very encouraging to those of us who might think we’re too old to go on an adventure or do something great. Abraham was 70 years old when God called him out of Ur, so we are never too old to do what God is calling us to do.

Then he turned to another Old Testament passage entirely. In 2 Kings 6, enemies from Syria approach the prophet Elisha. His servant panics, thinking that the approaching army will destroy the Israelites, and asks Elisha to pray for God’s help. Elisha instead tells him to pray that the Lord will open his eyes to see the heavenly army surrounding them, against which their enemies are no match. God didn’t need to do anything more. He was already doing something; the servant just needed to see what God was already doing.

Afterwards, I thought about this in terms of the Gospel. Peter could see that Jesus was speaking with Moses and Elijah, but he didn’t know what God was doing at that moment. He was worse off than Elisha, and even worse off than the servant! Abraham did what God told him to, despite not seeing or understanding. Peter didn’t know what to do, even though he could see. Sometimes, I can’t see and I don’t know. Do I have the faith to keep moving towards God anyway?

Thanks are due to Mr. Man for helping with my full-length photo this week, and to his mother for the beautiful natural amethyst pendant. It was just the right thing to complete my outfit!

I would also like to give my memory kudos for stepping up this week. It held onto “2 Kings 6” long enough to write that down after Mass. I had to figure out whether Fr. J was saying “Elijah” or “Elisha.” They are correctly pronounced so similarly (same long “I” in the middle) that I knew I’d need to look it up after Mass to clarify. But I could only do that because I remembered, so thanks, brain!

And thanks to you for reading!

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Sunday Style: So Lit(urgical)

Surprise! A mid-week Sunday Style! I had to start this outfit from the feet due to my poorly-timed laundry schedule, but it worked out in the end.

Sunday Style for March 5

Dress: Kohl’s
Blouse: Target
Shoes: Payless
Necklace: holy medals

It’s liturgical dressing season again, friends! This year is tricky because one of my staple purple items is a sweater, and it’s always a toss-up whether the weather will be cold enough (a) that day and (b) during the correct hours. I didn’t discover hour-by-hour wardrobe planning until I moved to Austin.

I’ve worn this combo before, but with the buttons done, so it looked more like a skirt. I can’t decide which version I like more, but I appreciate the opportunity to keep this dress around.

Well before Mass, when I was reading my Evangelio del dia reflection, Isaac the Syrian suggested that the concept of fasting comes from Genesis: don’t eat the fruit of this one tree. That sounds a little more like abstinence to me, but I’ve never thought about where fasting comes from, so that was an interesting point to ponder.

At Mass, I discovered that I was unfocused because I was unusually exhausted. I don’t get enough sleep in general, so when I am particularly deprived, it hits me even worse. Fr. Visitor gave a very long, very good, very comprehensive homily, but I was so tired that I knew I wasn’t going to remember it all. I have an as-yet-unused paper journal that would be very useful for this purpose: taking notes during the homily instead of right after Mass. Perhaps that was my sign from the Holy Spirit that I should go with that idea now.

From what I remembered, Fr. Visitor started with an overview of Lent, saying that we should strive to grow closer to God and love him more in this time in particular. That is a message that can easily be lost among the Lent dieter, bullying, and too-extreme aspirational goals.

Then, he went through each of the three temptations of Christ and what they represented. The first is a call to overcome our desire for intemperance. Adam and Eve failed to trust that God would provide them with food. Jesus trusted.

The second and third temptations were likewise linked to our lives and to the Fall. Sadly and embarrassingly, I don’t remember the details. I did note that, having studied salvation history all year long (my Bible study ended this week!), I now have a new appreciation for the Book of Deuteronomy. Did you know that all three of the Scripture quotations Jesus makes in response to Satan’s temptations are from Deuteronomy? Jesus knew and loved the Old Testament. We shouldn’t just cast it aside; he didn’t.

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Currently: March 2017

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The scant few days of February cause March to sneak up on many people. I have a couple of birthdays in my circle in February, though, so it always feels like just the right length to me. Non-bloggable matters have kept me moving through new projects, travel, and events. This year is moving right along!

Here’s what I am currently…

Watching: The final season of Bones! It didn’t start until January, and episodes have been moving right along. I was disappointed at the resolution to the cliffhanger. They built up another good arc, but it seems to be done again. It feels strange to be starting and ending a season in just a few months. I hope the series comes to a satisfying end. The almost-series finale a few seasons ago would have been really good. Can they top it?

I’m also up to Season 4 of Merlin. Both of the leading ladies got huge appearance changes this season. I’m not a fan, but I am excited to see how Arthur’s reign, Lancelot’s return, and Guinevere’s doomed romances all play out in just two seasons.

Eating: A ton of Mexican food. I know; I live in Texas, but still! I had a chimichanga for the first time last week. It’s basically a burrito, lightly toasted and covered with queso. It was worth trying, but so decadent. I should probably stick to enchiladas and flautas.

Saying: Many things to Mr. Man, as usual. I got to see him again last weekend! I also find myself saying more often than usual around the office that you have to make the machines work for you. Technology can be a huge time waster, but it also saves time like crazy. Auto-pay bills, the Dropbox mobile app’s document scanner, anything with voice recognition: use these tools! At least use them until the machines take over.

Wearing: Summer clothes! A few weekends ago, it was legitimately too hot for jeans in the afternoon. I felt ridiculous wearing shorts in February, but the weather was appropriate! I honestly don’t know what to wear most days. I just mentally prepare for being too warm or too cold at some point every day, and I try to remember whether my ceiling fan is still on when my bedroom light is off. I hate the light switch fake-out.

Posting: Not much at all, besides sharing my Sunday Style. My aforementioned non-bloggable matters are taking up time that I might otherwise use to blog. Some of my hobbies and activities are gone, but then there is Twitter. I struggle.

Recapping: February

  • I rear-ended a minivan on Valentine’s Day. No injuries. I blame the drizzle and the stop-and-go traffic. Insurance settled everything, so I’m all set now.
  • Yesterday was Rare Disease Day, so I shared my morphea awareness post on Twitter and Facebook.
  • My delightful optometrist prescribed me some antihistamine eye drops, and my eye started watering again, so now I have figured out how to use eye drops successfully. And no one had to tackle me like on Friends!
  • A dear friend hosted her annual tea party. I enjoyed blueberry jasmine tea, a butterbeer cupcake (it was Harry Potter themed), and much girl talk.
  • I went up to Ft. Worth to see Mr. Man. Due to my car repairs, I got to drive a rental, which was good and bad.

So what’s new with you? What are you saying currently?

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Sunday Style: With Another Cameo By Mr. Man

Whew! I had a whirlwind couple of weeks and weekends. My saving grace is that, thanks to GTD, I’ve gotten into a rhythm of reviewing and looking forward through my life so that (ideally) nothing slips through the cracks. Thus, I remembered to take my outfit photos even though I’ve been missing the link-up like that was my plan all along.

So here’s a little catch-up.

February 19

Sunday Style for February 19

Top and skirt: Target
Shoes: Old Navy
Necklace: Target
Earrings: Charming Charlie

I did a little outfit experimenting this week. I wear the top half of this outfit to work all the time. The skirt is too fancy for work, though, so I don’t think I’ve ever thought to put these pieces together for church before. It worked fine.

Fr. Pastor started his homily by identifying the theme of the day’s readings as avoiding revenge, because taking an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is not allowed anymore, and it shouldn’t have been allowed at all. I struggle with that particular angle because that makes it sound as though the OT laws allowing eye-for-eye, tooth-for-tooth justice were wrong. But those laws came from God. Is God’s law wrong?

The better explanation I’ve heard is that “an eye for an eye” was supposed to be a limiting factor. Without that law, if someone put out your eye, you could kill them in retribution. “An eye for an eye” leveled the playing field from the brutality that would ensue otherwise.

Under the new covenant, which Jesus is describing, the limiting factor of just “an eye for an eye” is now raised to better fit the law of love. Now, if someone puts your eye out, you can’t take out their eye anymore. You can’t take anything. Now, you have to give even more than what was taken from you.

Now, the old law allowing someone to strike you on just one cheek is passing away. Now, you have to rise above by turning the other cheek and letting them hit that one, too—which is against the old law. Jesus is raising the stakes for the new and eternal covenant, and he insists that we rise to the challenge.

Back to Fr. Pastor. He also told an odd story about a plane that was crashing due to the passengers’ squabbling along political lines. (I know; I don’t get it either). Finally finding a uniting factor (not wanting to die), they ask the priest on board to pray for them. He tells them to take up the collection first. I think the collection part was probably supposed to be the punchline, but no one even chuckled. And it was an especially awkward story because we real people were just about to gather the collection.

Overall, I found myself very reflective over the “holy” and “perfect” commands in the readings. Those are bold charges, but we also heard in the psalm that God is kind and merciful as we struggle to be ever more holy and perfect. That is comforting.

February 26

Sunday Style for February 26

Me and Mr. Man outside of St. Patrick Cathedral in Ft. Worth.

Dress and leggings: Target
Sweater and shoes: Old Navy
Earrings: Charming Charlie
Necklace: holy medals
Mass buddy: Mr. Man

On Friday, it was so hot that I genuinely considered turning on the A/C in my house. I think it reached 90! The Texas wildflowers have sprouted! So I was quite miffed that the weekend got cool and windy. I was headed out of town, so I couldn’t just dress based on the current weather fifteen minutes before I walked out the door.

I’ve learned not to rely on the weather to be the same from morning to afternoon, let alone over the weekend, so I had to choose outfit items that I could modify in case of sudden warmth or chill. My leggings are cotton, so they breathe well enough to keep me from overheating if it’s technically too warm for them (whereas tights don’t work like that). My sweater sleeves can be rolled up in a pinch. As it was, I ended up needing to not only wear a coat but also zip it up.

But I was happy in general, because I got to see Mr. Man again, this time in Ft. Worth. We went to St. Patrick Cathedral downtown, which is a beautiful church with one of the best cantors I’ve heard in a long time (and my parish in Austin has really good cantors).

The priest’s message was to not fear anxiety or let it keep us from trusting in God. Now that I think about it, anxiety is a kind of fear, so that’s definitely counterproductive. There is enough actual fear to deal with without manufacturing it ourselves.

It reminded me of my approach to my work. I am a paper-pusher. My job requires me to be just one cog in a big machine. I stick to spinning my own belts, so to speak, as quickly and efficiently as I can without rushing or making a ton of mistakes. I don’t worry about whether the other cogs are spinning their belts fast enough or what might be coming up on my belt. I have plenty of belt to spin as I go along.

If only I could apply that attitude to the rest of my life!

He also highlighted that the first reading has one of the few female images of God, as a mother comforting her child, whom she could never forget. Through all three readings, we are called to trust that God is watching out for us despite what happens, even when it seems like he might have forgotten about us, and that causes us to worry. This does not, however, mean that our lives will be worry-free. No guarantees there.

Musically, we sang “I heard the Voice of Jesus Say,” which is one of my favorites, for the procession, and then we had something with same tune for the recession. It was unusual. I can’t decide whether I liked that bookending.

I definitely enjoyed the use of Eucharistic Prayer IV. Ever since I started studying covenant theology, that prayer has been blown wide open. Eucharistic Prayer I is sometimes required, but when it’s not, priests usually use II or III because they are much shorter. So IV is never required, and thus it is always a gift to hear it. It’s my favorite. And so is my Mass buddy.

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Sunday Style: Summer in February

It felt like summer last weekend! I don’t care how many fellow Austinites try to tell me that the weather always has dramatic swings; it has never been this warm at this time of year in the seven years I’ve lived here. It is obviously the end of the world.

Sunday Style for February 12

Dress: Marshall’s
Top: Target
Shoes: Old Navy
Earrings: gift
Necklace: holy medals

I’m delighted that this dress is a little bit roomy since I started losing weight through dance. I never stopped wearing it in the interim, but it got rather tight. It’s one of my favorites.

Oh, and for weather reference, yesterday morning never rose above 50. The heat kicked back on last night, and it was in the mid-40s this morning. On Saturday, it was so warm that I wore shorts to do my chores and errands. Shorts! In February! I used to live on a tropical island practically on the equator; this is not that island.

Deacon G started his homily with a brief summary of Gospel’s main points: Jesus came to fulfill the law, marriage is permanent, and even anger violates the law of love.

He told a story about a time when his actual brother (not just Scripture’s figurative “brother”) tried to embarrass him and his family but had to abandon the trick at the last moment. When Deacon G found out, he didn’t speak to his brother for several years. The anger felt justified, but really it just hurt him instead of his brother.

Jesus tells us to seek forgiveness before we approach the altar, he concluded, because we can’t ask rightly God to forgive us when we refuse to forgive others.

Fr. Associate Pastor has a good enough command of English pronunciation to celebrate Mass, but he doesn’t usually stray far from the pre-written prayers. I was, therefore, very encouraged by the special scolding he gave us before the final blessing. It took effort to say!

The topic? Being on time for Mass. There is a clock at the back of the church, so he easily sees when people arrive up to 20 minutes late. In the congregation’s defense, Mass always starts 5 minutes late due to all the announcements, and the people who most needed the scolding had also left early. I took it as a good reminder to continue to be on time for church things even when other people generally turn up late. I’m in charge of me, and I’m only in charge of me.

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