Whining Day

Oh Oh Oh, my readers have posted the most glorious complaints over on my Facebook page today. Beautifully funny, upsetting, sad, glimpses of our quirky lives in response to an invitation to freely whine about something petty (no big important issues allowed). I’ve done this before and the results are always inspiring. There’s a lot of crap out there that people are dealing with! And yet, most of us have yet to drop out of society entirely and live in a log cabin in Idaho!

God, be with these beautiful people in our struggles.

The excessive perfume that makes some wheeze and sneeze. The “stupid mind” that won’t stop telling someone that she’s stupid. Bad hair days afflicting many, Lord.  The anger and frustration in the aftermath of a stolen purse. Mice, dear Lord! Mice that come down the chimney and cause itching! A dingbat intern who can’t file, grrrr. An insensitive boss who doesn’t see that over-scheduling is exhausting a faithful employee. Meds that are making someone feel so crazy she’s in the hidey-hole.

Cats, Lord. Cats with unreasonable cat demands. Dogs who don’t know whether they want to be let out or in. Writers who can’t write. Long illness that wears the patience. Roommates who leave empty peanut butter jars on the shelf, dear Lord! How long can it be borne?

Choosing Christmas music on a hot October day, kumbya. Someone’s whining Lord, kumbya.  Dental emergencies. Motorists on cell phones almost driving into us. Sick kids. Stink bugs. A clerical error that holds up the unemployment benefits.

You all keep up that whining. Go right ahead. Be my guest. I hope it feels good to get it out somewhere. I hope it feels good to be in such good company. And if anyone tries to make you feel better by saying something like, “Count your blessings!”  tell them that every dog needs to put its head back and have a good howl now and then.

And invite them to join you in a nice whine.

 

 

What It Takes To Discourage A Second Grader

I don’t know how old I was — maybe second grade? I had gotten really good at reading and spelling and was feeling very proud of myself. Then one day my mom or my teacher corrected my pronunciation of “nonchalant.” What? Non. ChALENT. I am a good reader! I sound out my words correctly all the time now! What is this non-sha-lahnt business? Are you pulling my leg?

No, she was not, the Corrector informed me. The word was French, and required a French pronunciation.

I remember feeling totally defeated.

I will never, ever get this. There are too many words. And some of them don’t follow the rules. There are too many languages. How many more of this kind of thing is out there? I bet millions. I am screwed.

For some reason tonight I remember this and I think of children in school, and how hard it is.

Bless our schoolchildren, God. Help us to be patient and encouraging with them. Help us to remember how hard it was, how easy to get overwhelmed and defeated.

Amen.

 

 

 

“Being the Resurrection” Read by the Author

I wrote this Easter poem for my congregation a long time ago — I don’t remember when. It was certainly before I had any awareness of transgender issues, so I regret the “he/she” gender binary. Whatever its flaws, it was written from my heart and it is in that spirit that I share it with you.

I have been asked for permission to reprint this many times. I can never express how much it means to know that this little bit of writing has wound up being shared all over the country in so many congregations.  I only remember that I wrote it fast without a lot of forethought and no editing — much like blogging. So much of what ministers write is ephemera: meant for one moment in one community, an expression that comes from that day’s or week’s prayers or pastoral experience. To have one of those moments caught and shared widely (even if I am the one who submitted it to the UUA worship web) is — well, I don’t know a word that expresses “great/humbling/a little spooky/sobering/happy.”

Sometimes when I like a piece a lot, I wish I could hear the author read it. So that’s what this is. Thanks for appreciating. I appreciate you all right back. Very much. Happy Easter.

Being The Resurrection Recording