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JUST IMAGINE what 11.5 million compassionate United Methodists (and their friends!) can do to empower an entire continent to achieve a sustainable victory over malaria!
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Meandering, by definition, means taking a round-about path or route to get to a destination, or wandering about. Meandering can happen in the mind as well as in our physical travels. Hence, wonderings! This blog is dedicated to the meanderings of my life - from farming to preaching to parenting and grandparenting to the building of our new house and just reflecting on the journey of life itself.
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1 Jebus say "k gais i is for srs, if ur in shepfold and u no goes thru dor, u is r0bbr.2 but if u can goez in thru shepfold door, is ur shepfold.3 cuz that means shepfold dorman see u and all ur sheepz hearz u. cuz u give shepz names and takez them from shepfold4 and so the shepz hearz name and folowz cuz is shepfold gai an hear liek teh shepfold gai.5 but if iz no shepfold gai, sheepz no folow cos is no shepfold gai and no sowndz like shepfold guy so shepz are like: run awai! is no shepfold gai!"6 Teh gaiz wer liek "WAT?! Wat u talkin bout sheepz 4? We is has NO KLU wat u meanz!!"
7 Jebus sez agn "k, lsn srsly gais, i iz shep door.8 Erleer peepz was r0bberz, n sheepz was like: i no lisn 2 u.9 I iz door. (I iz opn door, so u no need 2 compln, k?) U goes thru me, u iz ok, n u go in n u com out n u getz nice gras n stuf.10 R0bberz d00dz steelz ur stuff n kilz u. I iz here so u can has lots of lif, an it can has abunden... ubund... lotza gudniss.1
“Sure, the Internet has more than proven itself as an invaluable tool for research, communication and business. Still, sometimes the best features of the Web are the most banal — namely those that let you kill time online while at work or school. Perhaps no other online project of the moment is greater testament to this than the Lolcat Bible Translation Project.”2
how will we know your voice?amidst the din of a thousand othersdrumming their droll into our earsjumping fences, crashing partiessneaking in when the gate’s ajarhere; just try this, it’s what you need,with this, success is guaranteed …and then leaving us, fox-quickhungrier than beforesomehow sold-out, depletedflattened, fleeced and cheated,
how will we know your voice?
it holds the breath of all beginningsfills the cup with love outpouringbinds the broken, finds the lostfeeds the hungry, pays the costa still, small voice that dampens stormsageless and timeless, since life’s dawn,your tone the same
you are the one who speaks our name© Jennie Gordon 2011 [used with permission]
EndNotes:
© Carol J. Borland, Interim Pastor, West Danville United Methodist Church, West Danville, Vermont. April 15, 2011 Good Shepherd Sunday, Easter 4A
“Although you’ve never seen him, you love him. Even though you don’t see him now, you trust him and so rejoice with a glorious joy that is too much for words. You are receiving the goal of your faith, your salvation.” [1 Peter 1:8-9, Common English Bible]
This is my favorite picture of my husband Ken and me.
My husband Ken was a fourth generation
We were able to sell our farm in 2009, primarily because of the sugar bush, which our neighbor below us wanted to add on to his own sugar bush. We kept our upper farm with its fabulous views of Lake Parker, Jay Peak, and north into Quebec and Owls Head and Mt. Orford. We also kept 20 acres at the foot of the hill of our original family farm. Here we have built our retirement home and a shop, and have enough maples to continue sugaring in a smaller way with the potential for 1000 taps. We will move our old sugar house, built in 1893 by Ken's great grandfather and grandfather, down from its original site to a new site in the summer of 2011. Ken's mom commented that they and we had spent our lives doing everything for our cows, but it was the sugar woods that sold the farm and released us from our debt created by the cows and a poor milk market.
I am a retired United Methodist clergy, having spent the last 11 years of my "professional working life" as a pastor serving the
After I retired from West Danville, I served a year and a half as the Interim Pastor at Orleans Federated Church in Orleans, VT, until a heart problem forced me to leave. Now, post pacemaker implant in 2010, and the building of our new house, I am back at West Danville, serving as an Interim Pastor there. It's like being "home again." The first time I retired they named me a Pastor Emeritus, and I had been helping out some with Communion services in the absence of a pastor. I also have served as a "Supervising Pastor" for the Walden United Methodist Church since 1999, when the church was restored by petition after being discontinued in 1998.
We have five young grandchildren, three over the brook and through the woods from us, and two in Papillion, Nebraska. They are the joy of our lives!