October 27, 1997

I think I finally found a way to lose the weight that I want to lose.

Just cook an entire pot of green chilie stew, and only eat that for the entire week. Since I don't eat hot stuff very well, it takes me awhile to consume a portion, then before I'm done I don't really want to eat anymore. It's really tasty, low-fat, and self-limiting in quantities. So that works out pretty well.

I had to pretty good weekend, all in all, mostly managing to sleep a lot, and stock up for the coming week. Sunday was deacon service, and since I didn't have to do a sharing it was fairly straightforward. John did the trustees sharing, and did a really great one where he broke up the word stewardship into the three words stew, ward, and ship. Then he had fun with each of the words. What was really funny, afterwards, was that a lot of people asked me if I had hand in his sharing; and it felt really good that they would think that I would do something that was that good, and even better to say that it was something that John had done all by himself.

I wanted to do stew for Sunday night dinner, and allowed myself be unduly influenced by John when he suggested that I add a very small amount of green chili to the stew. It was not killer hot, but it was hot enough to make me think of it as a weight loss program.

We watch a lot of hockey and baseball during the weekend, including the last three games of the World Series. In many ways the seventh and last game made up for all the other 6, which had been very pretty baseball. In many ways in the first six games it seemed like the two teams were vying for which was the worse of the two.

In many ways, they made up for all that in the last game, with plenty of drama, action, and the Marlin's won. Yes, I was actually cheering for the NL team on the other corner of the country. I'm not sure why, other than, perhaps Bobby Bonilla caught my attention with his injuries and his need to win, and Counsell's determination to do what he could, and Renteria's ability to do what needed to be done when it needed to be done, as well as Ed Hernandez's astonishing performances throughout the playoffs. It was fun to see, though that last game could have gone to either team, it really was close, and it wasn't a game that was lost, it was a game that was won.

Saturday was filled with John's kids soccer team's events. They had their last weekend game, and the end of season party, which is where all the kids get awarded their trophies and everyone remembers how the season went. There's actually another game tonight, and John and I play another game after their game. They also have a tournament next weekend, which John will be busy with while I wander down to Mountain View to see what there is to see of the Horde during Halloween.

David came to the house this morning, to do the last of the finish work that needs to be done, including redoing a counter in a bathroom and setting up a built-in desk by the kitchen. Today's also the lunch for both Michael and Karen, who have left at this late hour of the Synario Transformation, they were the only two that said that they would with the early questions, so we'll see if that is how it works out.

Oh, yes, my hair is bluer again. John was a sweety and reapplied the last pot of dye that I have to my hair, and it's turned out this really super rich nearly purple blue. Probably for just a little while, as it's faded back to being close to what it started out as with just the first wash. I still smell a bit like blueberry marker, and I hope that that goes away with another wash or two. But then the color will likely fade as well. Paula had had a permanent dye that was cobalt in color, maybe I'll ask her to apply that next time then I don't have to keep re-dyeing.

It made deaconing pretty interesting. What was funny was that the lady that was in charge of the new youth program didn't know me, or so she thought, and introduced herself to me during the swirl of activity before the service. What was really interesting about the service was that I felt like I was the steadying influence on the serivce, the one that knew what time it was and knew what time it should be, what to cut and what not to cut, and where to go with certain things.

Mary Boose told this lovely story about a girl named Ophelia, whose voice was too small for her to be on the stage, so she whispered the lines to all the players so that they wouldn't stumble. She grew old, lost her job as the theater went down, and in her moment of despair, she saw a lost shadow, who belonged to no one. She offered it a home, and soon she became known as the little old woman that gave a home to homeless shadows. She taught them plays and they did shadow plays for fun at first, and to keep them from fighting each other. But because of them, she got kicked out of her apartment. So the shadows got together and did the plays on a lighted sheet to make her income, eventually enough to earn her a car, which had a banner, "Ophelia and Her Shadow Play". Then the great shadow of death came for her, and so she was taken to heaven, and found out that all those shadows had been lost souls, now brought home with her, and they were transformed all into light. They all performed in a great Performance Hall in Heaven, with a banner that now read, "Ophelia and Her Play of Lights". And it was rumored that sometimes, even God came to watch as well.

Heh, I have to admit, I had to think that the performance hall was Eli's Hall of Creation. Oddly enough, I usually have problems with the concept of Heaven when brought up in a religious sense and in a church, but not in a story or a game. I have to look at that, I think.

Anyway, it took a while, so we pared down a few hymns and fit Pastor's Lee's sermon in as well, though I'll admit I thought her early service version more coherent than her later version. I also found out about a lay leaders program with the local interdemonimational college, and I might go for the two year program so that I could be licensed to do some of the things that ministers do, but not all. And work for churches who can't afford a pastor.

Weird to think about that for someone that doesn't really know if they're Christian or not. Had a long talk with some of the Horde about Christianity, and I agreed with most of them, that while I really like the theory of Chrisitianity that I really didn't like the practice. Turns out that Martin Luther had this idea of the Invisible Church, where you can't really tell if someone is actually part of the true body of Christ simply by who they associate with or what they do. That anyone might be part of the True, invisible church, and that the saints cannot be decerned by their exteriors. Most importantly, that obediance to God wasn't fulfilled by simple obediance to Church Authority.

So, I guess, in theory, I'm a Christian. In practice? I don't know, still, if I really belong to any church, eventhough I'm a deacon. Whee. How confused. Anyway... on with the day.

© 1997 by Liralen Li

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