<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903</id><updated>2026-04-01T01:21:00.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>...chronicling some of my projects and learnings during this time apart from parish ministry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115228661023375585</id><published>2006-07-07T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:36:50.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Not Over &#39;till the Fat Lady Preaches</title><content type='html'>This Blog is Over! The Sabbatical is Over!  But people keep reading it.  Amazing.  So, since sabbatical isn&#39;t really over until I&#39;ve managed to write a sermon, and writing this blog entry postpones that task for a few more minutes, I guess...sabbatical isn&#39;t over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to be amongst my people last Sunday, not too unhappy to go to meetings all week, I realized how much I had missed the church staff and how good it was to have a structure of &quot;going to work,&quot; and while I managed all my deadlines for orders of service, newsletters, and web page work all week long with no appreciable resistance, I can&#39;t seem to get started on this sermon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s our new iguana to play with. (yep, IxChel, of beloved memory, has a successor these days, a little fellow we&#39;re calling Ninja until he settles down.   He needs a good deal of attention and taming, so he&#39;s sitting in my study window at the moment, trying to decide if the pigeons outside pose a threat.  He doesn&#39;t quite &quot;get&quot; glass, yet.)  There&#39;s a few household tasks. There are several details of the sermon which don&#39;t really need to be researched, but, well, anything to put off the actual writing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will start on the sermon, it will be preached on Sunday, and sabbatical really will be over then, so...better subscribe to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iminister.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;iMinister&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115228661023375585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115228661023375585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-over-till-fat-lady-preaches.html' title='It&#39;s Not Over &#39;till the Fat Lady Preaches'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115177297898687141</id><published>2006-07-01T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:56:19.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical&#39;s End</title><content type='html'>122 days, 86 posts, 2,229 &quot;hits,&quot; 9 readers, and it&#39;s all over.  It&#39;s back to work tomorrow.  This sabbatical has been a wonderful time to explore the internet.  Blogs, MP3 players, Website design, Multi Site churches, Amazon Associates, Trauma ministry, GA, retreat&#39; it&#39;s been quite a sabbatical.  And on top of that, my &quot;non-job&quot; ministry to ministers took me to two retreats, several group meetings, and gave me a task for GA &#39;s Ministry Days.  Family and Friends got a little more of me than they might have otherwise, including the arranging of two huge parties (what was I thinking!....but they were both great) to honor my Dad&#39;s 80th birthday and a favorite teacher&#39;s retirement.   And I was so grateful to have been around to be completely a part of our family&#39;s grieving for our dying iguana, and glad to have been able to easily take a day (yesterday!) to drive to Las Cruces and pick up a little iguana who was found in a tree by the dog catcher.  He&#39;s too skittish to come out for photos yet, but he&#39;s a cute little fellow and we have high hopes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sabbatical was not exactly lazy days, and in spite of that, it&#39;s over.  I return to work eager to get going on some of the projects I&#39;ve been thinking about, to see the people I missed, and to get some structure back into my life again.  I am grateful for this time.  It so enriches my ministry and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last post of this blog, so if you want to keep up with my doings, click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.iminister.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;here to go to iMinister.&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115177297898687141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115177297898687141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/07/sabbaticals-end.html' title='Sabbatical&#39;s End'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115153280261569678</id><published>2006-06-28T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:13:22.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Sabbatical Already</title><content type='html'>Because, if it weren&#39;t sabbatical, I couldn&#39;t spend an hour with my son looking at the pictures of this astounding church built all of Legos.  Check it out yourself, if you&#39;re on sabbatical,&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amyhughes.org/lego/church/photosfirst.html&quot;&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75,000 lego bricks, of which more than a thousand are minifigs.  There&#39;s even a lovely dedication sermon.  She says it cost less than her car and took her a year and a half of &quot;tv time.&quot;   Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115153280261569678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115153280261569678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-sabbatical-already.html' title='Missing Sabbatical Already'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115141665801178366</id><published>2006-06-27T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:57:38.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Job  Jitters</title><content type='html'>The Newsletter came out yesterday, and it&#39;s official.  I&#39;m preaching on the 9th and the 16th.  I have a sudden thought that takes me back to Seminary, &quot;Will I have anything to say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered at GA that my feet were out of shape for dress shoes; after 4 months of wearing them only once or twice for an hour or so at a time, that a day of walking around a convention center (not to mention the second day!  Ouch!) that they had gone soft and protested the exercise by producing blisters.  Am I similarly out of shape at the &quot;passing of life through the fire of thought&quot; that is sermon writing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t remember either consequence of past sabbaticals, and this feels rather alarming.  The only cure, I suppose, is to get with it and start writing, but I&#39;m trying to keep these last Sabbatical days somewhat free.  I&#39;m tying up loose ends today; returning books to their rightful owners, enjoying friends, cleaning up, and putting finishing touches on my new blog,  &lt;a href=&quot;http://iminister.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;iMinister.  Better bookmark that one...this one is about to go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/[tagname]&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[tagname]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115141665801178366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115141665801178366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/real-job-jitters.html' title='Real Job  Jitters'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115116389274687452</id><published>2006-06-24T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:44:52.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging Out of Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>The youth and young adults of our denomination speak of their transitions, into the Hight School group, out of high school and into the Young Adult group, as Bridging, and they hold bridging ceremonies to mark the passage.   Ministers, whose career passages are marked at GA at the Service of the Living Tradition, speak these days of &quot;walking,&quot; as in &quot;I&#39;m walking this year!  Final Fellowship at last!&quot;  This language, and the huge importance put on this ritual is new since my day.  I once tried to convince the folks in charge of the SLT that we really were too big for all that walking...not that the SLT is not in a church attended by a hundreds but a convention center attended by thousands, the walking make for very dull worship.  But it was made clear to me that whatever changes were made to the SLT, the final result did have to include &quot;walking&quot; because that word has become so iconic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is to say...transitions are really important, and I&#39;m wondering about making the transition back into active ministry after this sabbatical.  I need to look into who is doing the service next week; my first week on duty, and see what I can cook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I&#39;ve put sermon titles in for the next Messenger, which required some thinking about sermons, so that makes it official...I&#39;m coming back, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, therefore, is winding down.  In honor of the transition, I&#39;m writing for two blogs at the moment, so go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://iminister.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;iMinister&lt;/a&gt; to continue the story.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115116389274687452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115116389274687452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/bridging-out-of-sabbatical.html' title='Bridging Out of Sabbatical'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115103355612596481</id><published>2006-06-22T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:32:36.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GA06  Home Again</title><content type='html'>When I&#39;m spending $350 a day on a conference, I feel the need to go &quot;full tilt,&quot; and I arrived at GA on Monday in the late afternoon, set up my Chapel, met friends, stayed out too late, left my hotel at 6:40 Tuesday and Wednesday and didn&#39;t get back to my room until after 10PM.  But I can&#39;t do that day after day any more, so this morning, I took a break, packed slowly, read the newspaper, checked out, stashed my luggage with the bell hop of the fancy hotel I hadn&#39;t stayed at and asked the concierge to print check my plane reservation and print my boarding pass, and ambled over to the convention center.  (These last moves make me feel extremely worldly and sophisticated.)   I slipped into a workshop on Spiritual Direction and then went out to lunch with the UU Spiritual Directors who hung around.  This emergent interest group got to know each other a bit better and got some business done. This is the sort of thing that would be so hard to do without GA that we have this expensive conference every year and most of those years, grumbling all the way, I go, at least for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the Exhibit hall to load up on books, talked to one of the Skinner House editors about a book proposal that I put in a few weeks ago with my Lay Leader In Charge of Covenant Groups.  (I don&#39;t think I ever mentioned that project on this blog, but the Covenant Book Project and the Covenant Groups for the Spiritual Progressives were a major part of this sabbatical.) I ran across my church president...a minor miracle....and we talked for a few minutes about the Satellite Project which will be on the next Board agenda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that the second most common question I had gotten from my colleagues these past few days, after &quot;how are you?&quot;  was, &quot;Tell me about your satellites?&quot;  Ken Brown has published his &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.merkertbrown.com&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and is talking up his research, which included an interview with myself and the two laymen who have spearheaded the iMinistry team in Albuquerque.  He seems to have left people with the impression that we are farther along on this project than we are.   They all want us to forge ahead because they are interested in following.     And after all those questions, I&#39;m eager to get back to work and  get started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was uneventful, in spite of the fact that the gate folks at the airport seemed to be in a near panic about getting us out before thunderstorms grounded us.  We got shoved on to the plane and roared out of the gate, only to stop on the runway.  Sigh.  But it turned out to be good news.  We were re-routed to avoid the storms and took off to the first drops of rain.  Our spooked pilot only had the seatbelt sign off for about 30 minutes of the two and a half hour trip, which caused great squirming by my four year old row-mate, but it was actually a pretty smooth ride, and after all that, we were only 20 minutes late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, now.  10 more days of sabbatical.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[tagname]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115103355612596481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115103355612596481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/ga06-home-again.html' title='GA06  Home Again'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115086160461816207</id><published>2006-06-20T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:46:44.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The loneliness of the Long Distance Minister</title><content type='html'>So now that I&#39;m at GA, I am glad I&#39;m here.  It is good to see people I&#39;ve known for nearly 30 years now.  It is good to have faces to attach to names I&#39;ve known only on email screens.  It is good to talk to people who are interested in the things I&#39;m interested in.  Covenant Groups.  Trauma Ministry,  Multi Site churches, Faith Growth.   I didn&#39;t sleep well last night but enjoyed every minute of the day.  It&#39;s so easy to forget how good it is to be among colleagues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning&#39;s speaker, Sharon Saltzburg, a Buddhist teacher, talked about a Buddhist understanding of growth in Faith.  She drew a distinction between questioning faith, which she views as an absolute essential for thinking beings, (The Buddha himself had very stern words for disciples who just swallowed everything he said without questioning, doubt, and skepticism) and &quot;walk away doubt&quot;, where the persons attitude towards something they don&#39;t believe is not curiosity but an angry, edgy questioning that doesn&#39;t want to hear any new answers.  Walk away doubt, she said, is a product of fear and hurt, not religious growth.  I&#39;ve certainly heard enough stories of fear and hurt...and have even felt a little myself.  It&#39;s a hugely important distinction for UU&#39;s, who both have a special ministry to the skeptic and the doubter and those in faith transitions, and who are too often captured and stopped by the &quot;walk away doubters,&quot; and their fears and religious PTSD.    I&#39;ve got to read Saltzberg&#39;s book....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115086160461816207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115086160461816207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/loneliness-of-long-distance-minister.html' title='The loneliness of the Long Distance Minister'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115072855280487775</id><published>2006-06-19T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:49:12.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>General Assembly</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I find General Assembly difficult.  Although at one time this week of meetings, workshops, and worship was one of the highlights of my year, the combination of the growth of GA (from around 500 in the 1970&#39;s to multiple thousands now) and my own changes have changed this for me.  For a few years I went only every few years, and lately I&#39;ve been only going to the pre-GA ministers meetings, where there are &quot;only&quot; 500 attendees, more useful workshops, and more people I know.  Although even that, as I age in ministry and our ministry gets bigger, is changing.  Once, I felt that I knew most of my colleagues.  When I moved to Albuquerque (way out in the sticks, UU-wise) and had a baby, I pulled out of all of those committees and work groups at which one meets new people, and the price for that, very necessary move, is isolation.  And that makes GA a nightmare of required extroversion for this introvert.  GA, even minister&#39;s days, is not the time to meet people.  The very best one can do is catch up with old friends.  So, that is what I will do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a chapel to manage...my last year of that little chore.  I have several &quot;dates&quot; already to meet with persons and groups.  I&#39;ve got a knitting project to get me through the endless meetings, and the cereal bars and apples to keep me fed without spending megabucks (or any more megabucks...this, in my case, 4 day jaunt is going to cost nearly $1,000 already) or more importantly, without having to eat mega-calorie restaurant food for four days.   Once I get there, I&#39;ll enjoy my week.  Really, I tell myself,  Really.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115072855280487775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115072855280487775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/general-assembly.html' title='General Assembly'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115048881897850872</id><published>2006-06-16T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:13:38.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical&#39;s End</title><content type='html'>I have to lead a couple of services at GA, for which I need to have come chants on CD.  I could have taken four CD&#39;s to GA with me, and if past experience serves, I would have left at least one of them there.  But I&#39;ve learned so much in this sabbatical that I made my own GA CD!  Four chants from CD&#39;s one downloaded from the internet!  Too Cool.  Even more cool...the downloaded CD was too short.  It needed to cycle the chant at least four more times to be perfect for my purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has been editing videos using free software he found on the internet.  I once watched someone edit a sound file.  If there&#39;s free video software, there must be free audio software.  I can do this, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three hours later, so I have done it.   I play the CD I made and do I feel MASTERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also purchased a license, I&#39;ll have you know.  We can use this same chant for Pet Sunday in August.   (&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;All of Us Belong&lt;/span&gt; at Worldmaking.net, in case you&#39;re looking for Animal Sunday music...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the CD was burning, I polished off a Suduku puzzle, a part of my sabbatical which I&#39;ve not mentioned on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been exercised on this sabbatical is the mathematical, technical side of my brain, no doubt about that.    It&#39;s something I have a distinct talent for, but rarely use.   (I&#39;m the sort of person who, standing around listening to a family talk to a salesman at Home Depot, when they say,  &quot;We want 39 panels and they are $29 a piece, so how much will that be?&quot; and the salesman says, &quot;Sorry I don&#39;t have my calculator,&quot; and I say, &quot;about  $1200&quot; and they all look at me, stunned.  I can&#39;t help it. My brain just works that way.   39 times 29 is about the same as 40 times 30. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today is my last &quot;regular&quot; sabbatical day.  The weekend cometh, GA follows, and the week after that will be catching up and transitioning.  I&#39;ll be writing about that transition on this blog, but &quot;sabbatical blogging&quot; is about over.  Check out my &quot;regular&quot; blog,  &lt;a href=&quot;http://iMinister.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;iMinister&lt;/a&gt;  which will take off as this one ends.  It already has a test post, a Freudian slip comment, and it&#39;s first &quot;real&quot; post, and it&#39;s ready for email subscriptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[tagname]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115048881897850872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115048881897850872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/sabbaticals-end_16.html' title='Sabbatical&#39;s End'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115038772425826251</id><published>2006-06-15T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:08:44.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conduct of War</title><content type='html'>I spent an enjoyable and enlightening few days knitting and listening to Tony Hillerman&#39;s reflection on his life &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Seldom Disappointed&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago.   Like most memoirs, it focused on his early life and in his case, on his formative experiences as a soldier in WWII.  He described a lot of hurry up and wait, a lot of inefficient management, a lot of pain, a lot of discomfort, a lot of hard work, and several of the images of the horror of war that still haunt his dreams.   What he didn&#39;t describe was anything like this, which comes from last week&#39;s Newsweek and describes an aspect of military life in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&#39;The Marines know how to get psyched up for a big fight. In November 2004, before the Battle of Fallujah, the Third Battalion, First Marines, better known as the &quot;3/1&quot; or &quot;Thundering Third,&quot; held a chariot race. Horses had been confiscated from suspected insurgents, and charioteers were urged to go all-out. The men of Kilo Company-honored to be first into the city on the day of the battle-wore togas and cardboard helmets, and hoisted a shield emblazoned with a large K. As speakers blasted a heavy-metal song, &quot;Cum On Feel the Noize,&quot; the warriors of Kilo Company carried a homemade mace, and a ball-and-chain studded with M-16 bullets. A company captain intoned a line from a scene in the movie &quot;Gladiator,&quot; in which the Romans prepare to slaughter the barbarians: &quot;What you do here echoes in eternity.&quot;&#39;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there were some atrocities and dehumanization of the enemy during WWII I have no doubt.  You can&#39;t have a war and the pressures of war without them.  But this is what the military thinks it has to do to get soldiers to fight in Iraq.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let&#39;s just say this out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not war.  This is sick.  It&#39;s not what you have to do to psych people up to do what needs to be done.  It is what you have to do to psych people up kill without cause in a war without justification which has no discernible end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ashamed to be an American today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Iraq]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115038772425826251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115038772425826251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/conduct-of-war.html' title='The Conduct of War'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-115014323407932821</id><published>2006-06-12T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:13:54.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Blog</title><content type='html'>A couple of people have asked me lately how to get started in blogging.  It&#39;s really pretty easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to www.blogger.com and follow the directions to get an account etc.  (Blogger is affiliated with Google, so don&#39;t be afraid to give your real name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick out a template. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a trial post and click on &quot;view blog&quot; to see how it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most templates have an &quot;about me&quot; section.  Click on that, and you&#39;ll see the &quot;edit&quot; button.  You can decide what you want to share about yourself, and there are instructions as to how to upload a photo.  Most people don&#39;t use photos, rather they use symbols or icons of some kind.  Your photo will not only appear on your blog, it will appear when you leave comments on other blogger blogs.  If you want a real photo, it has to be small, because only a certain file size is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check out your settings by returning to the page that has the &quot;posting&quot; &quot;settings&quot; etc. tabs.  Click on settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a few lines of description to your title.  I suggest you click on &quot;yes&quot; for public...that way all kinds of folks will visit your blog. If you click no, then only people who type in your address can find your blog.   Under  Formatting can determine how dates and such look and set the time. Leave everything else for now.  Under comments, if you want others to comment, change the setting to anyone, and put your email address at the bottom; that way you&#39;ll be notified by email whenever anyone comments on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most bloggers just start blogging, but if you want to do a couple of more things, you&#39;ll personalize your blog.  Go back to the screen that shows the posting, setting tabs and click on template.  These are the instructions that make your blog look and act like it does.  Every change you make can be tested by clicking on &quot;preview&quot; at the bottom.  If you don&#39;t like what you see, click on clear edits and you&#39;re safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLogger templates all have a section in the right column called &quot;links&quot;, and you&#39;ll either want to eliminate that category or add some links that you like...to the church website, for instance. If you click on the word,  &quot;Edit Me&quot;, you&#39;ll find instructions as to how to do this.  If you don&#39;t want to add links, you can eliminate the entire section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to how to give your blog a subscription service, so people can get it by email, for that you go to feedblitz.com, create an account, then click on &quot;Syndicate a new feed for others to receive by email.&quot;  When it asks for the url, you get it at settings/site feed.  Copy the blue URL and paste it in the Feedblitz form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Feedblitz will tell you to copy about 5 lines of HTML Code and paste it into your template.  I suggest you put it in the right hand column, right under your profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to your blog template, go to the bottom and start to scroll up.  YOu are looking for a line that says, among other things, &#39;End Profile&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Paste your Feedblitz code on the next line.&lt;br /&gt;Press &quot;preview&quot; to see what you did.  If you like it, press save.  If you don&#39;t, move it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blogger Help files will talk you through the rest.  Have fun!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115014323407932821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/115014323407932821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-blog.html' title='How To Blog'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114999578844670137</id><published>2006-06-10T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:29:50.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptile Pets</title><content type='html'>My colleague Marilyn Sewell writes about an Oregonian who is is being hassled by the city of Portland  because he keeps three alligators for pets. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marilynsewell.com/2006/06/are-alligators-compatible-with-day.html&quot;&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;    And while I have no reason to quibble with the thought that dangerous animals should not be permitted in residential areas where they might hurt someone (in which category I place pit bulls)  I take firm exception to her egregious dissing of reptiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our late iguana IxChel  couldn&#39;t roll over and, unlike many iguanas, didn&#39;t like to go out of the house for walks.  But she seemed to know her name, definitely recognized her family, (and had us well trained)  came out of her cage and begged for bread crusts at dinner time (by politely scratching my leg,)  and appreciated the warmth of a human chest and shoulder on a chilly day.   None of those things quite qualify as emotions on her part, but they definitely did elicit feelings on our part.  Her back yard burial was the saddest I&#39;ve been in a long time.   There is no doubt that she was connected to us, and we to her, and that is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe alligators, like pit bulls, are too dangerous to have in residential neighborhoods.  But that doesn&#39;t mean that Mr. Brown  doesn&#39;t love Chomper, Hisser, and Snapper, and that they may not, in their dim reptilian brains, love him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[pets, reptiles]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114999578844670137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114999578844670137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/reptile-pets.html' title='Reptile Pets'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114999394042968906</id><published>2006-06-10T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:46:26.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goliath and Guantanamo</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you were tossed in prison, perhaps after falling in with the wrong crowd, perhaps after actually doing something wrong, perhaps simply by mistake?  You&#39;d hope for release for a while, no doubt, but if you came to the conclusion that you were being held by a power that answered to no system of law or justice, that you would probably never be charged with a crime or have a trial, you might try desperate means, such as hunger strikes to bring your plight to the attention of the world.  And if that failed to change your situation, you might, in the end, commit suicide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine thinking along those lines, and empathize with the three Guantanamo Bay detainees who did just that yesterday.  May they rest in peace. May their lives and deaths be not wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush said some words about the importance of humane and culturally sensitive treatment of these detainees, apparently forgetting that the beginning of &quot;humane&quot; is justice and hope. One US official dismissed this loss of life with a &quot;they were just trying to be martyrs,&quot; line.  The general in charge of the compound called these suicides &quot;an act of asymmetric warfare.&quot;   If asymmetric warfare means that there&#39;s a Goliath and there&#39;s a David, well, then I can see the general&#39;s point.  Not that a man hanging by a sheet in a cell is exactly equivalent to warfare.  Not that I like identifying with a Goliath so huge, mean, and out of control that only a little boy with a slingshot and the God of Justice on his side can bring him down.   But that is the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three more weeks of sabbatical, and one of those weeks will be at GA, so the end of this time apart is near.  Part of me is eager to return to my active ministry.  Part of me likes working in her jeans and puttering amongst websites.  And part of me dreads returning to a position in which I will be expected to comment on the state of our world, the morality of our nation, and the ethics of the lives we lead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/[Gruantanamo, ministry]&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[tagname]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114999394042968906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114999394042968906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/goliath-and-guantanamo.html' title='Goliath and Guantanamo'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114990554272975850</id><published>2006-06-09T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:12:22.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my ears</title><content type='html'>I started out in life as a classical musician, and we were warned on all sides to take care of our hearing by staying out of rock concerts and wearing ear protection when around machinery.  We protected our ears like ballet dancers protect their leg muscles.  &quot;Tiny little hairs in your ear are all that lies between you and hearing aids,&quot; we were told, &quot;Don&#39;t blast them off.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relatively quieter vocation of ministry reinforced this message, as I was aware of older congregants getting hearing aids and confiding that they were better than not hearing, but only by a hair.  I use noise canceling headphones like I use sunscreen...for basic body care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was chagrined to realize that my cute little ipod had damaged my ears.  It was an accident.  I was trying to walk and increase the pace of the music (something an MP3 player can do without changing the pitch of the music), and somehow, I was turning up the volume bit by bit.  Then I walked for at least another half hour without even realizing how loud my music was.  My ears have not been quite the same since.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son tells me that earbud type earphones, which sit in the ear canal, are more likely to damage ears than earphones that stay outside the ear. Makes sense. And he also tells me that better quality, more expensive earphones are less likely to damage hearing because one is less likely to need to turn them up.  (So we go out and buy new, better earphones for him, too.  The kid knows his mom!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered that the duration of loud sounds is just as important as the loudness, and that the reason audiologists are alarmed about ipods etc. is not just that they are played too loud, but that they are played for hours on end.   OK.  The ipod is for exercise only.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: You only have so many little hairs in your ears, and no miracle of modern science can replace them adequately.  Be Careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/[tagname]&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[hearing]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114990554272975850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114990554272975850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-my-ears.html' title='I love my ears'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114964891333318277</id><published>2006-06-06T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:55:13.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/1600/mainphoto.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 249px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/320/mainphoto.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve looked at a lot of church websites, lately, collecting ideas for our new website.   And after listening to the volunteer who is doing this for us (she&#39;s a pro...we&#39;re so fortunate!) I am beginning to understand what works and doesn&#39;t work about church websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re redoing our website in part because we originally built it for our own internal use, thinking that volunteers would check bylaws,  read the newsletter, and that sort of thing.  But it has become clear that our &quot;insiders&quot; prefer their usual way of getting information and the people who check our website are visitors, people looking for sermons, and other &quot;outsiders.&quot;    As one who has prowled websites of churches in various denominations looking for those kinds of things, I can start with my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you know how many church websites don&#39;t give their city name?   Nice website, but I have NO IDEA where you are, First XX church, St. Somebody&#39;s, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Links that don&#39;t work are the scourge of the web in general.   The first questions after &quot;can we make this page,&quot; should be, &quot;who will maintain this page?&quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nobody but you knows what UU, MYF, OWL, etc. stands for, and lots of people don&#39;t know what words like &quot;ministries&quot; and &quot;stewardship&quot; mean.   I spent almost 15 minutes looking through a church website for an RE article I remembered seeing because there were no obvious menu links until I finally realized that this church uses the phrase, &quot;family life&quot;,  to mean  &quot;programs for children.&quot;    Most people, especially most of the people we UU&#39;s tend to appeal to, HATE feeling stupid or not &quot;in the know.&quot;   Pay somebody not in your church to go through your website and point these things out to you.  (and have them go through your order of service and listen to your announcements while they are at it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of other things I&#39;ve learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unless your building is a landmark in your town,  you don&#39;t need lots of pictures of it.   Very few people are attracted to buildings.  They are attracted to people, especially people like themselves, and the easiest way to communicate to lots of different kinds of people that this is a church for people like them is to pay attention to the diversity in your pictures.  But they have to be the right kind of pictures.     The person who is re-doing our web page has very specific instructions for the website photographs. They must be pictures of several people doing something together,  at least one of whom  is looking at the camera.  She found such a picture (above)  to demonstrate to me how incredibly enticing it is, and since then I have gone through my church website searching cringing at the terrible pictures most churches use, which are  either groups of persons doing something  but you can&#39;t tell what it is or see their faces, which is off-putting, or are posed with everyone staring at the camera (something most people can&#39;t pull off), which is also offputting.   My website designer says that good website photos are staged.  They just don&#39;t look staged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the things people are going to do is check the DIRECTIONS on your website from their CELL PHONES.  So your website has to automatically resize itself, and the directions should be prominent.  And if it&#39;s not completely obvious where to park and where to go once one is on the property, you need those directions,  too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing people are going to do is PRINT THE MAP. My website designer has actually designed the &quot;map&quot; page with a street map, a campus map, the service times, phone numbers, and a &quot;we&#39;ll be so glad to see you,&quot; message.  It&#39;s designed to be printed out, and it has everything a person would need.  Neat, yes?    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has also emphasized that our Ministry to Newcomers begins, not when they walk in the door, but when our site loads on their computer.  She wants them to leave the site feeling like they spiritual needs, not just their informational needs, were met.  Much of that will be done with a couple of paragraphs from the minister...and this minister is puzzling over that assignment.   More on that tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[church websites]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114964891333318277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114964891333318277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/church-websites.html' title='Church Websites'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114948295935540906</id><published>2006-06-04T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:49:19.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Connections</title><content type='html'>Today my Psalms Blog was visited by a Lutheran contemporary hymn writer, I got an email from a woman from my first congregation whom I&#39;ve not seen for 22 years, and corresponded with an animal shelter from a town 200 miles from here which has an adoptable iguana.  He knew we wanted to adopt because I&#39;d left a note on shelter websites in several cities.  My old congregant found me experimenting with Google.  I don&#39;t know how the Lutheran Hymn writer who is trying to compose contemporary versions of the Psalms found the Psalmic ruminations of a Unitarian Universalist Feminist Ecologist Blogger, even with the magic of the internet, but he did.  Who knows, maybe some of my interpretations of the Psalms will inspire a new generation of Lutherans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of the internet.  I first heard of it in 1991...I remember that because I had to leave the presentation of the library board to pick up my baby from day care.  (he&#39;s 6&#39;3&#39; now!)  The librarians were getting all excited about how this new fangled internet would allow people to search the catalogue from home and have books sent from branches across the city to their local branch.     I could bend my mind around the networked catalogue (although I thought that their time table was wildly unrealistic)  The rest sounded like sheer science fiction.  If they had said that by the time the baby was in high school the internet would connect me with new pets, old friends, and fellow Psalm enthusiasts, I would have thought they had been sniffing library paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened, and more.  I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve been in the downtown library since I got off the library board.  I do most of my research on the internet now.    I do a good deal of pastoral care by email and a lot of church administrative work.   Soon we will embark on forming groups of UU&#39;s in scattered communities who will be primarily connected to their Albuquerque church by internet.   The church web site has become its primary outreach to new members.   Ipodding, wikki&#39;ing, and MySpace are a dizzying reality in the ministerial world.  These technologies are not time-savers, they are ministry extenders.  The learning curve is steep.  It&#39;s been good to have a sabbatical to really dig in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[internet]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114948295935540906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114948295935540906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/06/internet-connections.html' title='Internet Connections'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114896549173005233</id><published>2006-05-29T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:04:51.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Earphones</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I bought an MP3 player last month, to further explore modern life? Not only that, but I succeeded in downloading some music I hadn&#39;t listened to in a long time because (blush) I only had  it on records.   Now I have these albums in my computer.  I also have copied in my entire (modest) collection of CD&#39;s,  and downloaded a bunch of sermons and radio shows.  Then I coied all that (all that!) to my MP3 player,  which weighs about 6 ounces and is a little bigger than a bic lighter.   The whole ensemble is quite a bit easier to manage than a Walkman  and I can see that this is a technology that is here to stay.   There are a few things my MP3 player will not do, and my son has encouraged me to upgrade and let me know that he&#39;d be glad to soothe my &quot;waste not want not&quot; conscience by putting the old one to good use.  (He can use it to transfer his massive graphics files from home to school.)   Birthday season is comming up, so we&#39;ll see.    In the meantime, I&#39;ve been doing my daily rounds and exercising to the company of good music and fascinating words, and feeling, if I do say so myself, downright hip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been one who has deplored the youth culture of walking around with earphones in and ipods on all the time, but I have made some interesting discoveries as I walk the world with earbuds in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Walking Albuquerque&#39;s busy, noisy, right-on-the-curb sidewalks is much nicer with earphones.  I was aware of how much I didn&#39;t like walking busy streets like Wyoming and Montgomery...I hadn&#39;t realized that it was because of the noise.  Listening to my music rather than to the roar of traffic makes the walking experience much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can hear people who are talking to me perfectly well even with earphones in and music on. What I can&#39;t do is concentrate on what is being said to me.  But I&#39;m just an old lady.  The younger generation probably can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It turns out to be true that it is easy to let the volume creep up and do damage to your ears, especially with earbud type earphones.   I&#39;m living with tender ears the last couple of days, and am going to buy the  earpad type of earphones next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to music while doing errands and indoor exercising is a great enhancement of life, and so is walking to music adjusted to the right pace.  If I do my whole neighborhood walk to music, I miss the sounds of the city; the birds, the children, the splashing water of backyard pools and fountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that all this technoexploration has gone to my head and I&#39;m hopelessly hooked on being hooked to gadets, that I&#39;ve turned into a computer potato and a blogger head,  so let me assure you that, while there is some truth to the computer potato accusation, I have retained my ability to discriminate between what gadgets are really useful and which ones are for show or actively detractive in one&#39;s life.  Contrarian that I am, I still put the cell phone in the later category, and I don&#39;t have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[MP3, technology]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114896549173005233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114896549173005233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-with-earphones.html' title='Life with Earphones'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114891912758412103</id><published>2006-05-29T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:12:07.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomer/GenX Ministers</title><content type='html'>A month or so back, one UU blogger was concerned that GenX ministers were not getting good positions in the search process and there was a bit of a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11146485&amp;postID=114383020127638629&quot;&gt;debate &lt;/a&gt;about the relative qualities of the two generations, with stereotypes being thrown around which wouldn&#39;t have passed P.C. muster over a racial or sexual divide but have just enough validity over a generational divide.  But not enough validity for my tastes, especially as it was my generation that was being dissed in the discussion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented, and one of my favorite UU Bloggers responded a few days later, and I only just found it.  The whole debate was so long ago that I thought I&#39;d try to resurrect it here.   After a comment in which I had called &quot;nonesense&quot; the notion that it takes a young minister to minister to young people,  &lt;a href=&quot;http://peacebang.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Peacebang&lt;/a&gt;, a Gen X minister, said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&#39;ve been thinking a lot about what Christine says, and it&#39;s taken me a few days to articulate why I think she makes a valid point but not an entirely persuasive one. The issue, as I see it, is not whether or not Boomers can minister to younger people (or, for that matter, whether or not Gen Xers can minister to elders!). It&#39;s more about whether or not a specific generation has the ability to bring a fresh perspective to institutional leadership, not pastoral ministry.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions I have for Boomer ministers are,&lt;br /&gt;(1) when can we stop hearkening to the 60&#39;s as the great era of social change, when it&#39;s so long ago and there&#39;s still so much change necessary? (2) When are we going to accept that the things that were spiritually thrilling for your generation are now being questioned as cultural appropriation, ahistorical and often just not my generation&#39;s cup of tea? (3)Why are UU women my age still accused of not &quot;understanding&quot; feminism when we reject goddess thealogies as our primary religious orientation, and &quot;selling out to the patriarchy&quot; when we become Theists or Christians who embrace a Father God (and this is more linguistic than conceptual: we just aren&#39;t that hot under the collar about inclusive language)? (4)&lt;br /&gt;How can we all do better at realizing that when we talk about economic justice for the poor, there is an entire population of 20-somethings graduating from college with crippling amounts of educational debt unbeknownst to previous generations, astronomical housing costs unknown to us when we were that age, and the prospect of never being able to retire? How should that change our institutional leadership styles and our class assumptions? (5) Are Boomer leaders ready to hear that young adults hunger for religious *experience* rather than Conversations About Religious Experience? And that ritual, religious language and spiritual practices that an older generation(s) still vehemently reject (unless its something exotic and Eastern) are not so anathema to our young adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more, and of course I realize that I&#39;m making generational generalizations, but they&#39;re based on a lifetime in UUism and a fairly broad geographic experience, as well as attention to latest studies. I say this not to throw down the gauntlet but to encourage conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, I replied: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Well, Peacebang, as a mid-boomer, I have to say that I&#39;ve experienced most of what you have as a gen-x&#39;er. I&#39;m actually too young to have experienced the heady successful days of the 60&#39;s and am more aware of the painful and dissipated end to that era.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came to understand some of the issues of cultural appropriation some years ago and cringe at Goddess fundamentalism just as much as to any other kind. (including cultural appropriation fundamentalism which would leave every faith isolated in history and culture.) I&#39;ve spent most of my career (and it&#39;s a long one, as I was a very young whippersnapper in my early ministry) trying to help spiritually skittish UU&#39;s come to embrace and speak about their spiritual experiences.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don&#39;t think that I&#39;m alone in many of these things in my boomer colleagues.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isolated out here as I am, I only know a few gen x ministers well, but I&#39;m not really sure that their approaches to these issues are fundamentally different from mine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I certainly agree with your list in the sense of the issues facing our denomination as a whole, but believe me, these issues pre-date the boomer generation. Frankly, but I think your real &quot;adversary&quot; in these things is not a generation of ministers but the UU Establishment Mindset, which comes in all generations.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And revolutionaries (or more accurately in my case, slow and steady change agents) come in all ages, too.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;And now, on reflection, I want to add two things.  Firstly, that Peacebang&#39;s and my similarities from our life-long UU affiliation might outweigh our generational difference and secondly, that if there&#39;s a generational change here, perhaps it is from the ethos of the Silent Generation (which grew up during WWII), which the boomers began and the x&#39;ers will continue, and the y&#39;s and Millenials will rail against in their middle and old age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Unitarian, Ministery, Generations,Boomer, GenX]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114891912758412103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114891912758412103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/boomergenx-ministers.html' title='Boomer/GenX Ministers'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114887587421335083</id><published>2006-05-28T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:26:55.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Our Beloved Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/1600/memwall1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 33px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/320/memwall1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/1600/memwall2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 33px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2196/2320/320/memwall2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The   Mosaic on the Memorial Wall&lt;br /&gt;at the First Unitarian Church of Albuquerque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Today I did something a minister on sabbatical is not supposed to do....I went to my church.   I went because after church there was a brief service of memory around our Memorial Wall.  This wall (it&#39;s also a cinerarium and holds the mingled ashes of our deceased members)  is two years old and has on it 27 names of church members and friends.   Many have died during the past two years, but some names have been added from long ago.  I&#39;ve been here 18 years, and actually, I knew all but two of the 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each Memorial Day, we pass out sheets with names and a sentence or two each of the persons whose names are on the wall, and these are read, one by one, sometimes by family members, sometimes by friends, sometimes by strangers who are still connected to them through the church.   Families of the deceased often attend as well as friends, our older members who must be thinking that their names will be on this wall some day, and the curious or, most touching to me,  people who have a sense that if they belong to a church, they belong to its history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted to go to this short service, but I did not expect to be so moved by it.  Of course, in the past, I&#39;ve been the one conducting it, worrying about it, wondering if the ritual &quot;worked&quot; and if people were too hot in the sun.  David was in charge this year.  I just got to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 18 years I&#39;ve buried about 100 people; that&#39;s not a lot as ministerial careers go, but I knew most of them and I felt rather overwhelmed just from hearing about 27 of them today.  From still-born babies (3) to young mothers (3), to suicides and those who refused treatment for terminal illnesses (more than a dozen, two of which can still haunt me if I&#39;m in the mood to feel guilty) to the very elderly, one national figure (a Columbia Astronaut)  some people who hadn&#39;t liked me and a couple who had actively hurt me, and mostly  dear and wise older members who I cared about deeply...it was a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and went through my memorial service files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve had a couple of strange Memorial Services; I remember one in particular in which ...woops, I&#39;ve done four services for young mothers, and this was the third in one summer....anyway the deceased&#39;s father-in-law came to the memorial service dressed in shorts and acted generally as if he was at a family reunion,  and the deceased&#39;s partner spent the entire service and reception tending to their newborn baby.  Grief is singular, and people work through it in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned long ago to pay no attention to an out-of-town family&#39;s estimate of how many people would come to a service; I learned that for the last time when a family told me,  &quot;He was bi-polar, never married, had no job, no friends, totally sad and wasted life, so it will be just us.&quot;  But the Funeral Home parking lot was full; the entire chapter  of the Albuquerque Bi-Polar Society showed up and after listening to the family&#39;s depressed eulogies came to the podium one by long-winded one and told that family that their son had been a cherished and valued member of a very valuable group.   I felt like the family needed to hear this, and the Bi-Polar folks needed to say it, and let the service go on for two hours.  At the end the flumoxed Funeral Home Fellow said,  &quot;I&#39;ve uh...never done a Unitarian service before.  Are they uh all this long?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re mostly under an hour.  And I, having listened to the stories of family and friends to prepare, often listen to family and friends give prepared or extemporaneous eulogies, and think,  &quot;I wish I had known him better, I wish I had known her longer.&quot;   And then (since Memorial services are almost always added to an already full week,) must move on to the next task of my days.    It was good to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;Memorial Services&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114887587421335083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114887587421335083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/remembering-our-beloved-dead.html' title='Remembering Our Beloved Dead'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114878919984694785</id><published>2006-05-27T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:21:06.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Transformation</title><content type='html'>My next reading project will be Karen Armstrong&#39;s &quot;The Great Transformation&quot;.  (see the sidebar)The transformation in question is the birth and development of several of the world&#39;s great religions during just a few centuries of human history, and the near contemporaneous lives of some of the greatest religious figures in history in the middle and far East.  I listened to Armstrong&#39;s &quot;Buddha&quot; on tape last month, and she mentioned this work over and over, so...&lt;br /&gt;here goes.   Want to read it with me?  We could have a little book group right on this Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Karen Armstrong, The Great Transformation]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114878919984694785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114878919984694785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-transformation.html' title='The Great Transformation'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114876801158653346</id><published>2006-05-27T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:19:16.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Federal Marriage Amendment</title><content type='html'>Last year, attempts in the congress to ban Gay Marriage failed miserably.   Public Opinion Polls show increasing acceptance of same sex realtionship, which is what one might expect in our &quot;live and let live&quot; society.  None-the-less, it seems that the Rebublicans think that it is to their benefit to fight this one out in congress again this year.  Not only do I think that they are incorrect, I think that they are wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not worried.  It&#39;s not easy to ammend the Constitution, even when the tide of public opinion is favorable (remember the Equal Rights Ammendment?)    The Federal Marriage Ammendment is another diversionary tactic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, this nation&#39;s conservatives are going to wake up to how they have been used, and that will be a bitter day for them and the rest of us will have very short toungues and blood-stained teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be too much to hope that someone could make lemonade from all these lemons and go back to the Founders vision of separation of Church and State on this issue.  Right now religion and state are uncomfortably twined in the marriage issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really want is for a separation of Church and State on the Marriage issue.   I want the religious aspects of who qualifies to be married to be left to the different faiths. (opposite sex?  non divorced? virgin?  of the same faith?  Only after 6 months of counselling?  My own qualification is that there has to be a congregation present...my own little theological ideocyncracy).    In these days of proliferating ministries and churches, the couple could shop &#39;till they dropped if they wanted a religious wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the state&#39;s interest in family formation, for identity, tax, and child protection issues, for the state&#39;s interest, you get family change form and register as a couple.  That way, it is always a state official and not a minister, who checks identities and signs the thing to make it legal.  The 19th century notion that all ordained persons could be trusted to be agents of the state and know who they were marrying is, let&#39;s just say, out of date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered Couples could unregister with the same legal protections for children and both partners which are now in place for divorce, but divorce, too, would be considered a religious word and divorce granted, or not, by those religious bodies which wanted to be involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some protections, responsibilities, and benefits would be given to legally registered couples, for instance, the right to make medical decisions for the other person,  tax liabilities, etc.   Other protections and benefits would be offered, perhaps, only to &quot;married&quot; couples, for instance, some companies might decide to only offer family benefits to &quot;married&quot; persons and not to those who are simply &quot;registered.&quot;    It&#39;s already clear that many large companies are seeing the benefit to themselves of honorong their employee family obligations and are alreay offering benefits to non-married couples.  They have the difficulty of dealing with the distinction between committed relationships and casual ones....a state registration procedure would be of assistance to these employers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we&#39;d still have to fuss with the fundamentalists who don&#39;t want Gays to have any official sanction of their relationships but that would be easier without the word &quot;marriage&quot; in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Marriage Ammendment, Progressive Politics,Gay Marriage,Unitarian]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114876801158653346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114876801158653346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/federal-marriage-amendment.html' title='Federal Marriage Amendment'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114851681009649579</id><published>2006-05-24T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:26:50.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve always loved the patriotic hymn, &quot;God Bless America.&quot; Written quickly at the outbreak of WWII, it&#39;s not a brilliant poem, but it is a simple,  heartfelt prayer for God&#39;s blessing in a frightening time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, it is a request for blessing, not a statement of fact, something that is lost in the &quot;God Bless America&quot; bumper stickers which should read, &quot;God, bless America&quot;  In asking for a blessing the petitioner is making a humble request for something desired, deserved, rather than demanding a boon that is one&#39;s by right.  Unfortunately, the phrase is often used exactly that way,  which is a theological and cultural travesty.   But that&#39;s not what Irving Berlin meant it to be.  He meant it to be a real prayer, addressed to God, not about God&#39;s work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject of fright was a straightforwardly dangerous world in 1943, whereas today the subject of our fright is our own runaway national executive, our national disinclination to curb our lifestyle to deal with debt or climate warming,  and whiffs of globalizing change.   None the less, this prayer for blessing and guidance in this time in which, by the measure of any of the world&#39;s faiths, especially Christianity, we are seriously astray, is just as pertinent as it was 60 years ago.  It will be my prayer on this Memorial Day weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless America, land that I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(although I know that we&#39;re not living up to our ideals right now and for that I ask  pardon, but this request for a blessing is not for our current messy reality, but for the ideal and promise of America.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Stand beside her, and guide her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;(for we need all the guidance we can get)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the night with a light from above.&lt;br /&gt;From the mountains, to the prairies&lt;br /&gt;to the oceans white with foam,&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America, our home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt; (and the home of what is best in our hearts) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;sweet home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;May it be So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Memorial Day, Patriotism, Unitarian, prayer]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114851681009649579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114851681009649579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-bless-america.html' title='God, Bless America'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114822800687021486</id><published>2006-05-21T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:54:24.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging Ministry</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, I further entered the blog world by hooking up with Technorati, a service which provides a number of tools for bloggers, for instance, the &quot;search this blog&quot; function you might have noticed a the bottom of the sidebar, tag names which somehow help blog publicity, and the ability to search the world of blogs.  With no real intent, I set things up to tell me whenever anyone in the world of blogs uses the word Unitarian in their blog.  Everytime I log on, I get a list of about 20 new blogs with &quot;unitarian&quot; mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half of the blogs are from Unitarian Universalists and their institutions, but only half.  The other half are the ones that interest me.  Most of the remaining are from people commenting that they have taken a wildly popular Beliefnet &quot;What&#39;s your religion&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beliefnet.com/story/76/story_7665_1.html&quot;&gt; Quiz&quot;&lt;/a&gt;   which gives results in percentages (77% Unitarian Universalists, 20% Buddhist, 3% Christian), and therefore really gets our name out.  So these bloggers are commenting, not always positiviely, but usually with curiosity,  on their &quot;religious results&quot;.    There are a few others.  Yesterday, a young man who is the president of his senior class in a small town in Kentucky, was agonizing over the fair way to handle the traditional  graduation prayer now that the class has a Muslem student.   An exceedingly thoughtful young man whose&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=54587286&amp;amp;blogID=123167839&quot;&gt; Blog&lt;/a&gt; will make us all hopeful about the coming generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you check out the blog, you&#39;ll see that I left an encouraging comment. I&#39;ve been doing that on several blogs a day these past few days.  Most blogs are written by young people, and it appears to me that they could use some encouraging and guiding words as they go about their religious quest.  Would anyone care to join me in this interesting little ministry?  If you&#39;re internet savvy enough to read this blog and follow the links elsewhere, you can do it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[unitarian]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114822800687021486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114822800687021486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/encouraging-ministry.html' title='Encouraging Ministry'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114822660575679753</id><published>2006-05-21T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:50:05.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unitarian Jihad</title><content type='html'>A year ago, a column appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle which set off an internet storm of publicity for Unitarian Universalism which we old fogies are still struggling to assimilate.  Jon Carroll&#39;s &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2005/04/08/DDG27BCFLG1.DTL&quot;&gt;Unitarian Jihad&lt;/a&gt;&quot; column generated more internet interest in Unitarianism than all the advertising dollars spent in the history of the Association.   In the column, Carroll gently spoofs our earnest and not always very savvy effectiveness while lambasting the Fundamentalist values which are undermining the civic values on which we all still base our national identity.  He&#39;s one angry, hopeful,  man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get out your hankies and have a&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pcd-uua.org/events/DA-2006/media/Jon_Carroll_Speaker.mp3&quot;&gt; listen&lt;/a&gt; to a speech he gave to a UU group in the Bay area, in which he reads and comments on his column.    Get ready to gird on your sword of moderation and save the world at the end.  (Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.philocrites.com/&quot;&gt;Philocrates&lt;/a&gt; not only for this latest link, but for using last year&#39;s internet buzz to quickly place some Google adds and demonstrate that a very small amount of money can produce results on the internet.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;[Unitarian, Unitarian Jihad, liberal religion]&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114822660575679753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114822660575679753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/unitarian-jihad.html' title='Unitarian Jihad'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22755903.post-114797536099576517</id><published>2006-05-18T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:10:23.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci&#39;s Mary Magdaline</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;I was asked on Tuesday if I&#39;d be willing to speak to a reporter working on a big special on the Da Vinci Code and said sure...but one never called. I learned a long time ago to have a prepared speech for reporters to give no matter what silly question they asked, so, since I won&#39;t be quoted in the Journal, here are my sound bites and answers to the questions I thought I might get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure did! Great Fiction. Couldn&#39;t put it down. Very entertaining piece of FICTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of his assertion that Jesus and Mary were married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus, like virtually every Jewish male of his day, was probably married is not something that shocks Unitarian Universalists (though I think it more likely that he married a local girl at age 17 and that she had died, probably in childbirth, by the time he began his ministry some 15 years later.) That the church as an institution would have had its own philosophical and doctrinal reasons for suppressing this doesn&#39;t surprise UU&#39;s either. But Brown did just what he accuses the church of doing, which is truncating what we know of Mary Magdalene to fit a worldview. In the church&#39;s case, the world view is anti-sex. In Brown&#39;s, the world view is &quot;women as vessel of man&#39;s seed.&quot; What we know of Mary Magdalene is that she was not a prostitute (he got that right) and that she was a RELIGIOUS LEADER in the early church, one of the first apostles. That&#39;s why she is an important and interesting figure. Brown truncates what we know from Biblical and extra-biblical sources --Mary Magdalene’s power and vision, and concentrates, not even on her personal relationship with Jesus, but on her womb. She&#39;s promoted from prostitute to vessel of Jesus&#39; seed. And that&#39;s pretty disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think some religious people are boycotting the movie and do you approve of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approve 100% of people spending their money in accordance with their values and urging others to do the same. And I do understand why some people are offended by this movie. Not only does it shock traditional religious sensibilities, it fictionally accuses the church of lack of integrity and murderous corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to see the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until it gets to the dollar theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/%5Btagname%5D&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114797536099576517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22755903/posts/default/114797536099576517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabbaticalblogging.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vincis-mary-magdaline.html' title='Da Vinci&#39;s Mary Magdaline'/><author><name>Christine Robinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02291622244158872449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51X9zRU-7JkvLtF8q6lVj_cf9XcJdVyDEvG7dk2pPfvuxsFFSroU0JRnJbP7G0gV_09jXkruX-_EJQrbUg6UNMS5NokRHTxrEGaw5PI21aTMOpzuo685ZDgK-c86sTg/s220/Christine_portrait_white_wall+%28002%29.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>