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Monday, September 25, 2006

The presbytery meeting went well because I am now an official Candidate for Ministry in the PCUSA! This is all very exciting. During the same meeting, they examined two Candidates who had calls to a church and were preparing to be ordained for the first time. I saw KC's examination, but it seems like such a long time ago, that I don't really remember what it was like, so it was interesting to see this next step. Basically what happens is that the candidate presents their statement of faith and then the presbytery can ask them anything about their statement or any theological question. One guy had virtually no questions and got off pretty scott free (his only question was about what he was going to be doing in the Homestead presbytery), even though I'm pretty sure at least one part of his statement of faith might have been questioned here in the liberal northeast. The other guy's statement of faith was incredibly beautiful. He's a musician and crafted his statement in musical terms (the world is a symphony, etc.) and it was very poetic and beautiful...however, maybe not the best choice to be examined by because you have to be absolutely sure that the people who are examining you can understand the metaphors you're making, which wasn't totally clear for some people at the meeting.

Anyway, I was sitting in front of two chatty cathy's behind me on the plane last night. My flight was delayed again, but not as long as last time and we were allowed to wait in the terminal. It was fine until this guy sat next to me (as I was reading) and talked very loudly into his phone with someone (I couldn't tell if it was his girlfriend or his best friend). I heard all about his drug habits and that he was going into the Peace Corps and how his country probably has the best weed. I am sure he'll be a great ambassador for our country. I also heard him as he sprang up and crossed the room to talk to this girl that he spotted because he suspected she was also going into the Peace Corps. I could hear him from across the room because he was that loud. Anyway, I was so relieved that I was in the way back of the plane and he was in the way front of the plane but was so disappointed when I saw him talk to the stewardess to see if he could sit in the very row behind me because that's where the other Peace Corps girl was sitting. They and the person next to them talked the whole time. Maybe it would have been more interesting if I hadn't heard his first conversation(s) in the terminal - maybe I would have been more sympathetic, but when I heard him talking about how he was a teacher at a Catholic high school in my hometown...I lost a lot of patience. But I didn't respond or anything. Instead, I plugged some earphones into my seat jack and listened to some loud static so that I wouldn't have to listen to him anymore. Unfortunately, that strategy didn't work too well and I ended up hearing more and more and more about these people than I really cared to hear (and, probably, than they'd want me to know). I almost really lost my patience when they started talking about The Power of One, a book I have been reading in Eastertide and have recently completed (and thoroughly enjoyed, although I wonder about how appropriate the ending is), and one of them said that of the two, the movie is MUCH better than the book. Well, I couldn't disagree more. I watched the movie this weekend and it only loosly resembles the book and doesn't come close to conveying the emotion and purpose of the protagonist. So, I would like to correct her statement and let you all know that you should not bother with the movie, but should really read the book.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest, one further observation. I usually prefer to sit in the way back of the airplane. Mostly because there's a greater sense that those seats are empty, but there are additional plusses because you're near the stewardesses and the restrooms. But now that I've watched LOST for two seasons, I now consider that I may not want to sit back there anymore. This is purely irrational, but of the people in the mid-section/front of the plane (Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley, etc.) and of the people in the tail section (Ana Lucia, Libby, Bernard, etc.), I would most want to be stranded on a creepy island with the people from the front section because I dislike the people from the tailsection, plus most of the tailies are now dead. I really would like better odds than that. I probably won't stop sitting in the rear, but I do at least think about what it would be like to be stranded with the people around me. It would have been disappointing if I were stranded with those who were around me last night.

- Jenny, 9/25/2006 07:57:00 AM

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