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Conversations between my husband and I about the Higgs boson

I should begin by saying that my husband studied Physics in his undergraduate years.  This makes him infinitely more knowledgeable than me when it comes to science in general but physics in particular.  Imagine my delight when I discovered that scientists had made a great discovery in the field of particle physics before he did.  Here are some of the conversations from today…

Before Breakfast:

Becky: Did you know they’ve discovered the Higgs boson particle?
Alvin: They discovered it, when?
Becky: Last night/today.  I knew something about Physics before you!
Alvin: Do you even know what the Higgs boson particle is?

Over Lunch:
After much reading on my part… 

Becky: So this Higgs boson particle hasn’t been seen but they know it’s there?
Alvin: Hints of it have been seen?
Becky: Hints of it?  So it hasn’t been seen…
Alvin: It’s not really a particle per se, it’s more of a field
Becky: So it’s a giant force field holding us together?  Something would need to be holding that force field in place.  There has to be something making it all happen.
Alvin: Strings.
Becky: Strings?  Really?  Who controls said strings?
Alvin: The hands of God.
Becky: Ahhh.

Slightly later during lunch:

Becky: So if this force field is what holds us all together imagine if you could find a way to break the rules of the particle.  You could create a transporter just like Star Trek.
Alvin: No you couldn’t.
Becky: Yes you could.  You’d just have to figure out how to break the field, send the particles to another place and put them all back together again.
Alvin: I guess in theory it’s a beginning.
Becky: I guess the hard part would be keeping people alive.  They’d likely be dead when they got there.
Alvin: Probably would.
Becky: I guess that’s why I’m not in charge of designing transporters…

Later again:

Becky: You could say that Jesus was the one time that God decided it would be okay to allow part of himself to be confined by the Higgs boson force field.
Alvin: Huh?
Becky: Well he lived within it for a set period of time.
Alvin: I think that theory would tick off the Evangelicals and the Scientists…

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How an iPhone comes to power

This is the story of a girl who longed for the one thing she could never have. Well that’s not technically true, she could have had one but she refused to pay for it…

On Friday the last person to ever use a Palm Pre Phone ceased using it.  I should know as that person was me.  I had really been fighting getting a new phone.  My phone didn’t always charge, wouldn’t get messages for a few days and often disconnected from towers.  Regardless I persevered as I hate paying money for cellphones.   I sometimes wonder if there is a chip inside them which causes them to self destruct six months before your contract ends but enough with the conspiracy theories.

On Friday after finding my phone dead while sitting in the charger and discovering that the only place my phone would charge was in the car while I was driving I knew I needed to do something.  My phone was antiquated, unreliable and I do have a need for some connection with the outside world.  After making this decision I got the best news ever, my cell phone company decided that morning that I was eligible for an upgrade and I should just come in.

I did not rush in immediately.  There were other, more pressing things on my list of stuff to do.  My Gran and I needed to get our grocery shopping done.  We absolutely had to enjoy iced chai lattes while talking about our upcoming plans for my cousin’s wedding.  These things were of the utmost importance but once my day with Gran was done I marched my little family into the cell phone store and came out with an iPhone.

Friday was a glorious day that fed into a marvelous weekend {technologically speaking}.  I used my cell phone everywhere.  I unhooked my Nano from the car stereo and used my phone in its place.  I checked stats from basement while watching Game of Thrones.   I took pictures on Instagram.  We marveled at how slow and outdated the old phone was and contemplated selling my old iPod as I no longer had a need for it, after all my phone does everything right?

My phone does almost everything it seems.  It can schedule me, connect me, chronicle my life and even help me with work.  It can entertain me, sing to me and even become a book.  The thing my phone does not do is check the pockets of my shorts before I throw them into the wash.   Remember how I unhooked my nano and put my phone into the car stereo system?  I tucked that nano into my pocket and because it’s so small, forgot about it.

As a result my nano is currently sitting in a bag of rice on my desk and my prayers of thanksgiving to God for convincing the cell phone company to cut me a break have now turned to desperate cries for the life of my beloved nano.  My iPhone seduced me into thinking it was the only piece of technology that mattered.  It’s glittery features and quick upload speeds distracted me from other, equally important things.

It’s often the way in life, isn’t it?  When we move on to bigger and better things we forget the people and places we’ve left behind.  We really shouldn’t as they helped shape us into who we have become.  But I digress as that’s really a story for another day.

I present to you now a picture from my new iPhone.  The first of many to come I’m sure…

What if life were more like theatre?

I’ve found my voice again.  It took a little 2 year old who loves music and wants to sing everything but I sing my way through life again and I love it.  As such I was extremely entertained by the opening of the Tony Awards Ceremony this year.

What if life were more like theatre?

I would love that intermission when life places you in precarious situations and perhaps the ability to call in that understudy.  What about you?

And then there was silence.

At present I am unoccupied on Sundays.  It’s a glorious thing.  There is nothing forcing me anywhere at any specific time.  I can go anywhere I want, to any church I want or even not to church if I’m so inclined.  I’m currently on a three week break and I’m really enjoying it.  I was a little burnt out, tired of always being the cheerleader and I needed some time alone.

As a serious introvert I do need time away.  I need quiet time in the day to relax and unwind.  When I’m working I often loose that time as I keep X. company during the day, visit with my husband at night and manage to cram work in.   On top of that I am apparently an empath {or at least my husband jokingly calls me that} and I have a tendency to feel the feelings of the people around me.  This can be a good and a bad thing at times.

Usually I have barriers in place to keep myself happy and at peace.  Lately it’s just all gotten to be too much.  Every church I went to had some type of anxiety, fear, worry or hesitation.  So many voices.  So many questions.  So many demands. I know it’s the way things are but it was wearing me down so I took a break.  And then there was silence…

The silence has been wonderful.  With the voices gone, I’ve sunk into life.  I’ve felt God’s presence.  I’ve embraced comfortable jeans, watched movies with my husband and dug in my garden.  I’ve prayed and prayed.  I’ve read and debated.  I’ve sat in silence and marveled at the world around me.   The anxiety and fear are not present here.   There is no worry or hesitation.  In my house there is peace.

I love peace.

Feeling peace is incredible.  It doesn’t mean there aren’t moments of passion or heated debate.  It doesn’t mean there aren’t questions or moments of wonder.  It just means that through it all you know things are ok, God is there and will continue to be there. I wish the church could feel this peace, could embrace God’s presence and feel peace as it walks through this time of transition.

I will continue to enjoy my time.  I will watch my brother and sister graduate, enjoy picnics in the park and maybe take in a show or two.  The time will pass to quickly and soon I will be back to work.  Until then I’ll exist in the silence, I will embrace the gift of time that God has given me.

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I’d love to know how you recharge when you’re feeling overwhelmed?  Leave a comment below…

Annoying…

Annoying.  My son loves that word.

Breakfast is ‘annoying’ as it takes time away from play.
Getting dressed is ‘annoying’ as it takes time away from play.
Going potty is ‘annoying’ as it takes time away from play.

Are you noticing a theme here?  My son loves to play.  He likes to engage with the world and really be present in the moment.  Things that distract or take away from his experience are not acceptable.  He rejects that which does not belong. There’s much we could learn from this.  We should really engage with the world and be present in the moment.  We should reject that which distracts us from our calling or purpose and turn away from things that lead us in the wrong direction.

What distracts you?  What tears you away?  For some it’s a cell phone or an iPad.  For others it’s work and overtime.  We are told by society that we must be accessible at any time, in any moment just in case.  We are told that work is what makes us.  That what we do defines us.

I would argue that it’s what we don’t do that defines us.  Like X. we need to reject the things that don’t belong and start to prioritize.  Our faith and our families should come first.  Can we disconnect from things that are ‘annoying’ long enough to enjoy the life we’re living right now?

Find some time today to disconnect from that which is ‘annoying’ in your life.  Use that extra time to enjoy things that bring you bliss and connect you with God and others.  You only get one shot at life.  Don’t waste on things that are annoying…

I’ll always remember…

Before my son goes to bed we read a few books to him and help him wind down from the day.  When he was little I would occasionally sing to him but he wasn’t always in need of it and quite often would fall asleep quickly cuddled in my arms. Singing became something we did on nights when it was tough to sleep or during the day when we sang silly numbers that made us both giggle.  Last week while my son was battling a cold I sang to him as he fought to get comfortable at the end of the day.  The song I sang was the song my Dad sang to me, Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral.

I have strong memories of my Dad singing to me.  I can hear his voice clearly in my head and if I close my eyes I can see him playing his guitar around the campfire.  Simple moments are often the most memorable it seems.  I remember time spent together as a family.  I remember feeling like I was part of something special.   I hope that my husband and I can find a way to give X. something similar, something special he can look back on with a smile.

I’m happy to say that as X has gotten better he hasn’t wanted me to stop singing. After we finish reading his stories he climbs into my lap, turns and looks me in the eye waiting for me to start.  It’s a lovely moment and another one I’m sure I’ll always remember.

Are you sure about that?

People are generally nice to you when you’re doing Pulpit Supply.  You come in and they’re polite, they hand you a cheque and then you leave after doing my thing. Because I’ve been doing some places quite regularly people think they know me.

In some ways they’re right, they do know me.  I come in and do the service and quite often stay for coffee.  They say they like my energy and enthusiasm for the future.  They say they are excited when I say there is hope.  They love my little boy as he brings life to the party.  It’s like our family is the poster child for the family they want to attract.

It sounds nice, right?  It is.  I appreciate that they don’t hate me.  The thing is I’m not really sure how they would feel if I were actually their minister.  I have energy and hope for the future but I know how much work is required to make the future happen.  I believe that great things are possible but they require faith, work and dedication.  I believe in listening to God and changing what isn’t working.  If I were actually their minister I would expect things.  I’m not sure they would like it if they had someone expecting things.

Isn’t this always the way?  We love listening to people on TV.  We love when our politicians speak about great change and new ideas.  We delight in gurus telling us our lives can be different.  But when push comes to shove we don’t want to change.  Usually we like things just the way they are.

I don’t like things the way they are.  I’m unsettled and uncomfortable with the road we’re walking.  Right now I have the ability to speak the truth about how I feel without worrying about a job.  It’s freeing.

I like this but I do wonder how people would react if they were stuck with me full time.  Would people continue to like me?  I suspect some would and some wouldn’t and I’m actually ok with that.