Perhaps I should be happy that occasionally someone listens to me?
A few months ago, my husband and I completed the call interview with the placement director, thus ending my involvement in the call process. My husband had a few more items on his to-do list. Handing in his SET form was one of them (from what I understand, the SET form is a call candidate’s public statement of his beliefs and viewpoints about the ministry. I could be under-describing or just plain wrong in my explanation). The other big thing that my husband had to complete was his Theological Interview (TI).
The TI is when a fourth-year seminarian is interviewed by two professors on theological questions to make sure that no potential pastors are spewing heresies. If this sounds intimidating, that’s because it is. The good news is that most students pass their TIs, but nobody wants to be that guy who fails.
My husband had his TI on Wednesday and he passed. Hooray! I can’t really go into more details about the TI because a) my husband doesn’t discuss his worry as readily as I do and b) the professors asked him questions that I wouldn’t really understand. It’s hard to make something sound interesting when you have no idea what you’re talking about. Not to mention that while I knew I should only be sympathetic for my husband leading up to his TI, part of me was still thinking this:
At any rate, with my husband completing his TI, that means that he is now done with his part of the call process (except for continuing to pass his classes). Aside from the possibility of an interview, we’ll most likely hear nothing about Call until April 30.
In case you’re wondering, that’s 102 days from now–not that I’m counting.
A few months ago, I wrote about being a Highly Sensitive Person. I was surprised by the amount of comments I received about that post (mostly on my Facebook wall in case you’re wondering). This week my dad sent me a link to another blog that has written about HSP. You can find that post here. I don’t agree with everything on this blog as a whole, but this post excellently summarizes what a HSP is and isn’t. I especially liked the three misconceptions about being a HSP, because being a HSP is different than being an introvert, shy, or mentally ill.
Today I have a snow day–a rare occurrence for me. The last snow day I had was during the “Snowpocalypse” of 2011. Unlike that snow day where it just snowed and snowed and snowed, this snow day has come with frigid temps and icy winds.
It’s quite drafty in our old farmhouse. The blowing winds bring in a chill that require us donning several extra layers to keep the cold from creeping into our bones. Still, my husband and I are happy to have a snow day together and we’ve kept a pot of coffee brewed to help fight the nippy air.
On our porch, the farm cats seem to be fairing the arctic blast reasonably well. The house I made from Styrofoam coolers keeps them relatively warm and dry. However, the bitter cold from the cement porch stings their paws and causes them to growl.
Staying indoors all day isn’t an option for us since we have to keep the furnace fire going. As long as I bundle up in the proper attire, the -33 windchill doesn’t seem so bad. Granted, I’m only outside for a few minutes at a time.
The snow continues to blow across the flat farmland and piles drifts everywhere. Seeing the bright sun and the desolate winter landscape reminds me of the story from the chapter Jingle Bells in These Happy Golden Years by Laura Ingalls Wilder:
“[Laura and Almanzo’s] sleigh was one of the line of sleighs and cutters, swiftly going the length of Main Street, swinging in a circle on the prairie to the south, then speeding up Main Street and around in a circle to the north, and back again, and again. Far and wide the sunshine sparkled on the snowy land; the wind blew cold against their faces. The sleigh bells were ringing, the sleigh runners squeaking on the hard-packed snow, and Laura was so happy that she had to sing.
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells,/Jingle all the way!/Oh what fun it is to ride/In a one-horse open sleigh.’
All along the speeding line, other voices took up the tune. Swinging out on the open prairie and back, fast up the street and out on the prairie and back again, the bells went ringing and the voices singing in the frosty air.
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells,/Jingle all the way!’
They were quite safe from blizzards because they did not go far from town. The wind was blowing, but not too hard, and everyone was so happy and gay for it was only twenty degrees below zero and the sun shone.”
Like Laura, it’s hard for me to not feel happy when the sun shines on a winter’s day.
I recently read Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery. I thoroughly enjoyed it and wonder why I haven’t read the book before now. At any rate, Anne is a vivacious character who has no problem stating her opinions on any topic. In chapter 21, she meets the new minister and his wife. Upon coming home, she told her guardian, Marilla, this:
“And besides, we met the new minister and his wife coming from the station. . . His wife is very pretty. Not exactly regally lovely, of course–it wouldn’t do, I suppose, for a minister to have a regally lovely wife, because it might set a bad example. Mrs. Lynde says the minister’s wife over at Newbridge sets a very bad example because she dresses so fashionably. Our new minister’s wife was dressed in blue muslin with lovely puffed sleeves and a hat trimmed with roses. Jane Andrews said she though puffed sleeves were too worldly for a minister’s wife, but I didn’t make any such uncharitable remark, Marilla, because I know what it is to long for puffed sleeves. Besides, she’s only been a minister’s wife for a little while, so one should make allowances, shouldn’t they?”
The good news for me: I wouldn’t describe myself as “regally lovely”, nor do I wear puffed sleeves. At least I’ve got that going for me!
I was going to write a sarcastic post about how New Year resolutions never work out or how they always focus on the wrong things, but several other blogs and Facebook statuses beat me to it. It’s a good thing they did, because it gave me time to think about the actual reason why I’m not fond of New Year resolutions.
The problem is that I’m not motivated by the changing to a new year. In fact, I’m so unmotivated by this change, I haven’t even bought a new wall calendar yet. I believe part of this has to do with the flow of our life right now. January is in the middle of our yearly-life increments. My husband has already started his winter quarter and I’m 4 months into my job. It’s hard to feel like starting over when we just started over in August. And why try to make life changes when life will force us to change again this summer?
Since I’m so unimpressed by January’s arrival, its never going to motivate me to change. If I put off doing something until the beginning of a new year, I’m most likely to find another excuse not to start my resolution once January arrives. But it’s not really fair to those who are motivated by the new year to make sarcastic and cynical comments about how generally people don’t keep their New Year resolutions. If you are person who finds the encouragement to make life changes on January 1, good for you! Go run those miles, organize those files, read those books, or whatever you resolved to do. Just don’t mind me as I sit on the couch eating cookies while I ignore the chaos I call my office. I’m just waiting for something else to motivate me.