Self Hosting a Blog July 10, 2009Posted by amberpeace in not random at all.
Tags: File Transfer Protocol, FTP, Windows
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For the past two weeks, or so, I’ve been attempting to self-host my blog. I have a domain, I have dowloaded WP 2.8, I have changed the config.php file. I have even uploaded to my ftp account. I am STILL having problems. I’m very lost and it’s very stressful. I’m the kind of person who needs hand on guidance, and these walk-through tutorials are just not cutting it for me. So eventually my blog will fantastic…if I don’t throw my computer out the window first.
The sisters in the Cell Phone Charge Tent. Day 2. June 30, 2009Posted by amberpeace in 1.
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T-Minus…Not sure June 27, 2009Posted by amberpeace in family, living as a 20-something, relationships.
Tags: Bushnell Illinois, cornerstone, driving, family, memories, Polar bear, Postage, Stamps
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I’m excited for my vacation, don’t get me wrong. Sleep hasn’t been coming as easy as it should, and everyone needs to hope that I can drive to Bushnell, IL in one straight shot. I hate pulling over to sleep.
Katie (teenage sister 2) has been staying with me since Thursday evening and helping me keep the house in general order. There has little time for anything though, besides cleaning. That means no bags are packed for Cstone, or wedding invitations have stamps on them.
By the way, our post office had no wedding stamps. So everyone is getting liberty bells. Oh, and the postcard stamps nowadays? Polar bears. That’s right, polar bears. Who’s coming up with this?
Work until 11am tomorrow. Some sleep. Some driving to Knoxville. Some more sleep. Then – it’s time to head to Bushnell. 1 week of glorious music, vendor food, little sleep, and running amuck. I don’t even know how often I’ll see my siblings on the festival grounds. Mary and Katie are working 10 – 2 on the beach, I’m working 5pm – 2am on the Gallery Stage, and Joseph will be wherever.
There will be twitter updates.
Cornerstone is almost here!
Welcome to Summer June 14, 2009Posted by amberpeace in 1.
Tags: Academic degree, Education, Graduate school, responsiblity, school
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The school year has ended, and summer is swinging. Except, I’m a grad student. Summer break is basically a thing of the past. A full time job keeps me busy, and worried. The semester ended with two B+ and two C’s. I was happy with those grades, after such an intense semester – until I read the catalogue of Emmanuel. To graduate with a Master of Art in Religion degree, one must have a 3.0. Not only to graduate, but to keep their funding. All their funding. Even their federal funding. As you might guess, if I am making C’s – then I am NOT keeping a 3.0. Fear not, my funding has not disappeared. Since I have not declared what degree I am receiving, then I am held to the standards of the Master of Divinity. This means I must maintain a 2.5, which I am above. Being the Type A, extreme worrier I am, I have worked out a plan. I can simply not declare a degree
No, I promise, this works.
I don’t declare a degree for another year. If I can’t get my GPA up to a 3.0 (and it seems it’s easier to go down than up) then I declare for a Master of Divinity. The extreme downside of this is the fact that I have to go to school for an extra year. The MAR is 58 hours and the M.Div is 90 hours.
So the To-Do list for the summer is to study Hebrew, start the work for New Testament Intro, and start the reading for Men and Women in Christ.
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Body as Community April 18, 2009Posted by amberpeace in εκκλησία, Living, relationships.
Tags: Arts, Body of Christ, Christ, food, friends, hope, literature, relationships, Soul
At 5’11” and 102lbs, she looks monstrous. Her hair is stringy, her eyes are hollow, and her nails are broken and yellow. She has arms covered in little bruises and burns, and her knees and enveloped in scars. She has fallen so often one wonders if she ever thought of staying down and indeed she has. Stumbling, she is shoved one more time and finds herself face down in pine mulch on a Smokey Mountain trail.
So this is where she ends, face down in mulch. Let’s not think about the components of mulch. But strong hands grab her and she is staring into the faces of loving Christs wearing tee-shirts and Chacos. The girl is led by the hand to the Table. There, the Christs wash her feet and hands. They brush her hair and bandage her wounds, and anoint her head and face with oil.
They sit to the left and to the right, all around the table. A bowl of soup is placed before her. In the center, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine command the scene. A chunk of the bread is handed to her.
“This is for you.”
A glass of wine is poured and placed before her.
“This is for you.”
She eats; she drinks; she is nourished.
A Christ asks her a question.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Soul.”
The Christs nod, as if they expected that to be her answer.
She stays the night, and the next night. Soul feels no need to leave her sanctuary. Soul works hard, plays hard, and prays hard with these Christs. They constantly wash her feet and cover her head with oil. Soul, in turn, learns how to do these things to the others. She is there in eager anticipation when a new one arrives, there to care for them as she was cared for on that first night. Health returns to her frame. She suspects that the simple meals of soup, bread, and wine nourish her more than calories might suggest. Her nails grow, her eyes are no longer hollow. Soul has found body.
An Epiphany April 11, 2009Posted by amberpeace in family, Living, relationships.
Tags: driving, family, memories, relationships
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We have left on our own pilgrimage. Behind us is everything we hate – chaos, lies, discord, and alcohol. In front lays everything we love – Jesus and music, but mostly music. We’ve hated each other for the past 15 years out of necessity, but this one week is most sacred to us. Hate is impossible. Even when we argue we are aware that we’re wasting time. Arguing is for back there, in the hills. Excitement and awe are for out here.
This is Mary’s first time away from the mountains. She fell asleep some time back, but has now awoke to corn and soybeans. She can’t comprehend it. There is nothing but flat, and to us this is just as exotic as seeing a lion in the wild. We’re snaking our way across the farmlands and Google Map has told us wrong. We’re passing through small places with names like St. Augustine’s Hamlet.
A sign tells us that we’re in Avon. The only Avon I know provides me with great moisture benefits. As we drive through, Mary and I silently take in what we see. Clean little houses with clean little yards flying their clean little American flags. The sidewalks look swept and the trees look like something Martha’s Vineyard would be proud of. We pass in on one road a primary school, a middle school, and a high school. Mary speaks, “Is this really here?” The whole town takes about seven minutes and as we pass two horses and a camel beside the “Leaving Avon” sign, I have an epiphany. I look at Mary and say, “I’m suppose to be a Midwestern housewife.”
Baracknophobia – Obey April 10, 2009Posted by amberpeace in politics, progressive.
Tags: Daily Show, Daily Show With Jon Stewart M, humor, politics
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|The Daily Show With Jon Stewart||M – Th 11p / 10c|
|Baracknophobia – Obey|
WordPress is a downer and doesn’t let me post full video unless it’s from Youtube.
So, click on “Baracknophobia” and watch. It’s pretty much awesome.
The Body of Christ, Eucharist April 9, 2009Posted by amberpeace in εκκλησία, living as a seminary student.
Tags: Anglican Communion, Anglicanism, Baptist, Body of Christ
Mutt. Mix. Melting. Those are the words that describe my spiritual and ecclesiological background. The Baptist piety of my soul yearned for the mystical connection of the Catholic Eucharist. Milligan College, in it’s well-intentioned attempt to show me the path of good congregationalism and “being like the early Church,” convinced me of the need for liturgy and high church. Something beautiful and redeeming happened when I chose to kneel in my pew. When I graduated from Milligan College, I left assuming I would never return to this community. I finally joined an Episcopal church and was confirmed into the Anglican Communion. I was going to live life as an Episcopalian. I was going to marry an Episcopalian. I would have small Episcopalians running around in topsiders and seersucker. Maybe they would play lacrosse.
God’s cosmic plan is never my plan. Less than a year and a half later, I returned to the Milligan and Emmanuel community. Now, a problem has arisen. I have labeled myself as Anglican. I hold Anglican beliefs, but I am not the 39 Articles personified. I am not attending the Episcopal Church in Johnson City. I’m not even fellowshipping at any time with the church. Instead, I am back at the church that I know and love, Grandview.
Is this wrong? I have spent many, many conversation on this topic. I surprise attack people. We might be discussing composting and suddenly I ask, “Is it okay for me to have communion presided over by someone who isn’t a priest?” For some reason, I can accept that Eucharist presided over by an Orthodox, or Roman Catholic, or Anglican priest is legitimate. Have the smells and bells indoctrinated me, or have they taught me a truth?
In my heart, in my gut, I cannot believe that it is a truth. Baptist piety is a fire that refines every thought that enters me. I am too troubled by the idea of denying the priesthood of all believers. I know many can tell me how that is different than the ordained minister I see at the alter. I cannot accept that. There is something wrong with the idea that I, as a layperson, cannot walk up the bread and wine and then ask the Holy Ghost to change the elements into the Body and Blood of Christ. This makes my prayers less effective. That belief means I am less than a person ordained. “No,” I am told, “it makes you different.” No, it makes me less.
But still, I struggle. In a few months, I will have a wedding. There will be communion, and I am terrified. What if I am not supposed to have communion? What if my beliefs about Eucharist, the Church, and the Body of Christ are wrong? The problem with Baptist piety, that runs so deep, is that your fear of punishment never quite goes away. I am a sinner, dangling like a spider on a thread, hanging over the fire.
In the end, my heart says that I will champion the layperson. I have been called clueless. I have been called ignorant. I’m pretty sure I took a grade cut because of my position. The fact is astounding that the Body of Christ can be so divided over the Body of Christ.
Summer March 31, 2009Posted by amberpeace in living as a 20-something, living as a seminary student, living as a student.
Tags: Education, money, school, work
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Last week was Spring Break (which really is not suppose to be a break for grad students), and next Friday is Good Friday. We have five weeks of classes left, research week, and finals. That may seem far off for other people, but I am itching to be done! This semester has been stupidly hard, which means that I’ll have to cut back on school hours next semester to 9. The hope is that when Matt graduates, he will have a chaplaincy position somewhere.
You know, a real job with 40 hours and benefits. Benefits = the only reason I’m working 40 hours and not 30.
So I’m excited about summer where I’ll *only* be working full time. I won’t know what to do with myself on my three days off.
What would you suggest I do with my free time?
Bracelet March 30, 2009Posted by amberpeace in Living.
Tags: Beauty, Bracelet, Jewelry
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Is there a bracelet out there? Maybe? I have midget hands, and skinny wrists. So when I wear bracelets they bang against my hand
bang bang bang
Which, of course, does no good for the incredibly awesome bangles that you can find
I think I need cloth braclets. Where can you find amazing cloth braclets? Do I need to start a company for cloth bangle bracelets?