Monday, December 10, 2012

The Man with the Phone on Speaker

Today did not start as planned, to say the least. But now I'm sitting at the Dunn Brothers that is attached to the Ramsey Country Library, a beautiful building with lime green accents and clean, crisp look. I believe I have found rest in what use to be an old church pew that is covered with a mahogany colored leather. I have purchased Fun.'s iTunes session and have been listening to it on repeat.

To my left sits a man. He has a large cup of milk, an old fashion doughnut and continues to pull out little notebooks and calendars. I found myself filled with joy as he pulled out his smart phone and began to yell as he was not aware that it was on speaker. As I tried not to fully listen in to his conversation, but I do know that he is an appointment for Thursday at 3:00 pm.

I can only assume, and hope, that he has no clue that he will be my photo of the day for December 10th.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Snow Day



Today it snowed and snowed and snowed. I woke up early. I knew the snow was coming. I had a small glimpse of the large flakes late last night while I was driving home. Yet I still was surprised to see the ground covered early this morning. I knew this was not the end. The roads, the trees and even the small children in winter hats and snow suits were covered in these large, white flakes.

Early this evening I trampled through the snow that is up to my knees for a few photos.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

St. Nicholas Day

Last  night I placed my shoes outside my door. It was not because they smelled or theywere covered in mud. I was waiting for Saint Nicholas to stop by for a visit.

It was only since starting college that I first heard about Saint Nicholas. One of my professors would celebrate Saint Nicholas Day with his students by bringing cookies and apple juice to class. The first tale I heard about Saint Nicholas goes something like this:

Saint Nicholas lived in modern day turkey, formully known as Asia Minor, during the third century. Nicholas' parents, who taught him to live a Christian life, passed while he was still a teenager, but they had left him with an abundance of money. While living with his uncle after his parent's death, he heard of a man who had lost all his money and Nicholas felt called to action. This man had three daughers and would not be able to pay the dowry for them to get married and begin their own families. The reality was coming that this poor man would need to sell his daughters into slavery.

It was the eve of the night that the oldest daughter was going to be sold into slavary. She had washed her stockings and placed them by the fire to dry.

When the family woke up the next morning they noticed something in the stocking. The daughter reached in to find a large lump of gold -- enough to support the family and pay for her dowry. In the morning to follow, another bag of gold appeared, which would save the second daughter.

The father, realizing he had three daughters, decided he would stay up the third night in order to catch who was performing these acts. As he was nodding off, he heard a noise as the third bag of gold appeared. The father awoke and saw Nicholas.

The father than began thanking Nicholas. Nicholas refused the gratitude and directed the man to give thanks to God for answering his prayers.

This was not the last family Nicholas helped. And since he did not want any attention or thanks, he continue to perform these acts of kindness in secret. While still young, Nicholas was chosen to be Bishop. Nicholas continued to show kindness to his people, especially to children and sailors.

Later on I realized that there are many other tales about Saint Nicholas, but all include his random acts of kindness. Today, Saint Nicholas is celebrated most heavily in European countries like the Netherlands, Belgium and Germany. Children leave their shoes out and awake with gifts. Many celebrate Saint Nicholas day with gifts allowing for the attention to be focused on Christ on Christmas morning.

A coworker of mine shares that her father dresses up as Saint Nicholas on December 6th. Each year he denies that he is her father and holds true to the fact that he is Saint Nicholas, saying 'Saint Nicholas comes through the ones you love.'

May we be challenged to keep the spirit of Saint Nicholas alive in our everyday lives through the kindness we show not to just those we love, but also the stranger.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Out of the Office Reply

Today I am sitting in my favorite local coffee shop, The Coffee Shop NE, to write. I spent a lot of time traveling this summer for work: a week at Luther Crest Bible Camp in Alexandria, Minnesota, a ten-day voyage of never ending excitement to the ELCA Youth Gathering in New Orleans and an adventure, in all uses of the word, to Holden Village in Washington. It was a long summer. It was amazing summer. But I have been looking forward to the month of December and beyond.

A while back it was decided that I would take some extended vacation come December. I still have a few phone calls to make, a list of check-in's to make and a spirituality lock-in this weekend (still hopefully that returned email and phone calls will boost attendance to be able to hold this event), but I am finally at the point where I can step back.

I am already wondering at what time I should head over to the office, but I do not have to be there. I have looked at calendar three times to try to remember where I should be this Wednesday evening, but I have no where to be. It's weird, but it is also exciting.

May we all be granted rest and peace this holiday season.

(With the purchase of a new work station, I updated my desktop image to include one from Heather and Neil's wedding. )

The Best Little Christmas Tree in the World

I may have been more excited to go to college if I knew that my parents would pepper my campus mailbox with packages. And I may have been more excited to graduate college if I knew I would still be receiving care packages from my parents when I was no longer a college student.

You must also know that these are not just any packages. My parents could win awards for the care packages they send. I am not just saying this in order to keep them accountable for the high standard they have already set for themselves.

I write about this today to share about the greatest care package I ever received. It is not one that included beer money or Crayola crayons. It is also not the one that included Salt Water Taffy's from Shrivers or Tastykakes. 

The best care package in the world came my freshman year of college. Prior to making our way to the Commons for lunch, I stopped by the mailroom with my BFF. As I opened my mailbox I noticed the small piece of paper that meant I had a package waiting for me. As I turned in the ticket to receive my box, which I half remember being a Girl Scout cookie box case, I saw that this package came from my parents. In true Sandy form, I ripped open the box, pulled out the sheets of newspaper and begin searching for what was inside.

Inside I first discovered a box of glass Christmas balls, only to be followed by a small green Christmas tree. My dad had even put the lights on the tree prior to mailing it. As a child my dad would cover the four foot tree in my bedroom with lights before I would cover it with ornaments.

This small green tree soon found a place in my dorm room in Marion Hall. In the years to come it had a place in the Alpha Sigma Alpha house, 911 (off-campus house), my apartment in Fergus Falls, and now my aging apartment in Saint Paul.

For some reason this tree is my favorite, even though I have an almost eight-foot tree in my living room that is covered with Dr. Seuss ornaments. The original lights have died and many of the glass balls have shattered through moves, but this Christmas tree is still special, unique and gives me a glimpse that soon I will be back in Philadelphia preparing for another Troyan family Christmas.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

AIDS Doesn't Stand a Chance


Today is World AIDS Day and earlier this year Chevron held a contest to challenge independent filmmakers to create a video with a message of why AIDS is going to lose. The video above was submitted by Meanlow Studio in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and gives a glimpse of the progress towards an AIDS free generation in 2015.
 
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