So today the brochures came for the C.S. Lewis Today conference and we spent most of the day mailing/emailing them out. I also was making a banner for the Sydney Anglicans site so that we can advertise the conference there. Then in the afternoon we couldn't get internet or email so I left earlier than planned, dropped off brochures at MM and at Moore College and went to Ashfield for counselling.
That part of Ashfield is quite pretty. It has some old beautiful houses. It also has this block which is largely dominated by an old church, its rectory, its office buildings and a dilapidated graveyard. I was half an hour early so I took a stroll around it. It's funny how we humans try to commemorate the dead by making giant structures or engraving words on stone but in the end the dead are forgotten anyway (etc. etc. Ecclesiastes).
Counselling gave me lots of things to think about. I should really write a post about anger but I am starting to find that I cannot write posts about topics like I used to. But in the flow of the narrative of my life, here are some things I have learned about anger over the course of my few short years and my few short times while in counselling:
If I think of more things, I will post them up here.
I have decided to keep going to this counsellor so I've booked myself in for two more appointments. But they are pretty spaced out so there will be some weeks when I won't be seeing her.
I was running late to get back home so that Ben and I could go to church but the traffic was pretty bad and I took a wrong turn and ended up on the way to Sydenham. It didn't matter too much though—most people weren't there. This is the first time during the eight weeks of training time at church that I've been there for dinner (normally I go and pick up Cathy) and the Thai was delicious. Then Malcolm got us to do stuff to serve the church—do this giant banner thing that he wants put up around the front (though we didn't get very far with that), do the dishes, and there were this very brave pair of volunteers who said they would clear out the FEVA cupboard in the kitchen which everyone had been trying to ignore because we all know there's a mouse in there.
I volunteered to wash up (I'm good at washing up; I just hate drying). But the whole thought of the mouse and the disgusting stuff they were pulling out of the cupboard just got me freaked and I couldn't stand to be in there while there were live rodents about. Plus Marinka and Erin kept crying out, “Ooh! I see one! Ooh! There's another!” and Marinka realised she wasn't as brave as she thought she was because the mice kept startling her. Cathy and Steve went out to get mouse traps but the place across the road didn't sell any. Malcolm apparently had some at his place but he was of the opinion that you could just whack the mice and be done with it. So he and Mark went into the kitchen with cricket bats and started trying to hit the mice with them. They crushed one and injured another (it crawled under the cupboards and they couldn't get it out. I hope it doesn't die and rot there). And then Mark and Erin finished the horrible dirty job—for which I was very very grateful. (Give me cockroaches, spiders, ants and mosquitoes over mice any day; I just cannot stand mice.)
Ben led his second seminar on music and we talked about some of the practicalities of music and how to do stuff. I realised that we have a lot of freedom in what we can do but at the same time we must also be guided by the principle of love and a desire to be welcoming to outsiders. I also wondered how much we should be catering to people who do not like to sing. But I was thinking there are no hard and fast rules about music in church and maybe it's good to do something different occasionally. More food for thought.
Anyway, I must go to sleep before my eyeballs go crazy and I seriously start to lose my vision. Tomorrow I will finish The Daily Reading Bible Volume 7, proof-read some studies for non-Christian couples planning to get married in nice church buildings and do something about the rest of The Collected Works of D. Broughton Knox Volume III.
Bible: Isaiah (ESV) 28/09/2010
seen: Tropic Thunder 26/09/2010
seen: The Life of Mammals 24/09/2010
seen: What a Girl Wants 19/09/2010
seen: Jerry Maguire 19/09/2010
seen: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 06/09/2010
seen: Tomorrow Never Dies 05/09/2010
seen: Nanny McPhee 28/08/2010
read: Mercury (Hope Larson) 27/08/2010
read: Spellcheckers Vol 1 (Jamie S Rich, Nicolas Hitori de, Joelle Jones) 16/08/2010
read: Solipsistic Pop Vol 2 (Solipsistic Pop) 16/08/2010
read: Chiggers (Hope Larson) 15/08/2010
seen: Josie and the Pussycats 14/08/2010
seen: Mr & Mrs Smith 14/08/2010
seen: Step Up 2 13/08/2010
How to recalibrate the home button on your iPhone.
Unsolicited manuscripts accepted by Pan Macmillan with certain conditions.
Thought Balloon is a group blog in which the writers tackle a new theme every week? month? with one-page scripts. This URL is for their Phonogram ones.
How to sew a zipper on a knitted garment.
Issues organised by tale.
Online magazine that publishes fairy tales that are not reworkings of old tales.
Journal that publishes fairy tale writing.
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I agree totally with catering for people who don’t like to sing! I’ve never been able to convince anybody that some people just don’t like it.. My Dad can’t and won’t sing and stands uncomfortably silent in church the during singing. I’m not sure what the answer is though…
Well one of the girls in our group told us about this church where the set-up is relatively informal—everyone sits around on couches, they don’t stand when they sing and the singing is done in such a way so that those who want to sing can sing (there are words up on a wall or something) and those who don’t want to sing can just sit back and appreciate the music. So it’s not a performance but it’s not Mandatory Singing Time either. I think that would work quite well.