Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The next year, I sent it to be hemmed, and the hapless seamstress lopped off over a foot, turning my dress into a tea-length monstrosity. I screamed. I ran to my friends shrieking. I wailed. But it was done, and I would only ever have memories of my Perfect Dress. I have spent my life since seeking the Perfect Fit.
Jeans. Job. Cute life-partner. Still searching on the jeans. Secured the life-partner in May and began the cookbook sharing, so it's official. Job...
I always get nervous before services, especially the 8:00 service. I have the shortest commute to work- about 5 seconds across the parking lot- so I often get there well before everyone else. And each week, I have a fear that no one else will show up. It's early. It's cold. It's dark. I could think of many reasons to stay in bed with a decadent cup of cocoa and the Sunday paper. But instead, fifteen people showed up today, almost double the number of a month ago!
And such a day it was! We had visitors today, and the parish is aflutter with excitement at all the really great people moving into our town. They were young people, and several of them have kids around the same age. They are in neat careers, like computers, social work, therapy, much like my friends who are all around the country. And I began to think- for the first time of any parish I have worked in- 'these are people I could be friends with'. This is starting to feel like a parish that I would want to belong to. I was once in a parish where I hated the early service- I felt sapped and drained just getting up on Sundays. But in this parish, the 8'o clock service reminds me of why I used to attend that service back in my home parish. It's actually soul-feeding. By the 10'o clock service, instead of feeling dead inside, I feel energy. I look forward to having people come in.
This parish reminds me of the tiny country parish that I did some interim supply vicar work last year- they were tiny and remote, but so happy being them. They were just the right size for who they were and they knew that they laid claim to some bit of God's work and God's world in their own, teeny tiny way. I loved that parish and often thought that if I were ever called to be a solo priest, I would want to be in a parish like that.
And here, I look out on this community- the pews are filling up. I know people's names. Rambunctious little boys are running all over our parish hall, playing with the eagles from my Noah's Ark. The people are challenging, and real, and interesting, and fun to be around.
Sure, our little parish is still growing, still changing, still becoming. They've been through a lot. There's still a lot of work to do. But I found myself looking around today, and seeing the sort of church I would attend myself if I were looking for a church. I've landed at a place that I'm not only paid to be at, but that I want to be at.
I found myself wondering, "Is this what things look like when you find something that fits? Maybe, just maybe, does this job fit? And really, tell me the truth, does this cinture make me look wide across the middle?"