The Party- a Reflection from Sr. Shoshanah

We always have a party. Saturday night.

After receiving our most newly professed.

And novices. And postulants.

After renewing our vows.

After laying our rules upon the altar.

After saying “yes” — one more time.

After entering into communion —

holy communion.

After all this serious, profound, challenging,

tough tender stuff,

We always have a party.

The party is not always the same.

But we always mean to celebrate.

And we want to celebrate together.

Which can be a little tricky.

Because we have different ways of

celebrating.

Some of us are rather quiet; some of us are

rather rowdy.

Some of us drink; some of us do not.

Some of us joke and laugh and mingle well.

Some of us would rather not, thank you.

As I was thinking of the party,

I got to thinking of all the sweet little gifts

over all the sweet little years

that I have come home from Chapter with.

I/we have been given: bookmarks, rosary

beads, prayer cards, etc.

One year we were given clay “stones”, each

with a name upon it.

We promised to pray for the one named (each

a member of the Order).

One year I came home with a nut and a bolt.

I no longer remember the specifics, but what I

held onto is the recognition that we are

building something. Together.

Like maybe the Kingdom of God.

Or the “Kin-dom” as some say.

Or a good and peaceful world.

One year we were greeted with a village of

tiny clay monks.

We each adopted one. And took it home. To

give it love and care.

Last year we received t-shirts: “Let us see what

Love can do”.

This year we have prayer beads and prayer

stones.

My beads are a light turquoise blue

with the single silver word “hope”.

My prayer stone says “kindness”.

This year I want to see what hope and kindness

can do.

I think of all the sharings that happen here and

there

— sometimes in “Fiddlesticks,” sometimes on

the website, or Facebook;

sometimes in worship or around the table;

sometimes with fuzzy wolf puppies;

sometimes at regional gatherings, or on the

phone, or in the mailbox;

sometimes simply among two or more gathered

in His name; sometimes at the party — every

year at Chapter — on Saturday night.

I think of all the little sharings that maybe want

to be shared,

but aren’t quite sure how best to be shared.

And I hope maybe some will find a way tonight.

A song, a story, a prayer, a thank you, a hope, a

suggestion, a challenge, a remembrance, a

toast, a dance. Could be silence.

Or a punny pun. Or a warm fuzzy wolf puppy —

or make that two.

Could be simply the gift of your presence and

your warm beating heart.

Share as you

wish.

Treasure

each other.

At this party

this year on

this Saturday

night.

~ shoshanah,

party night,

chapter 2016

About John Michael

Pastor, teacher, husband, dog walker, gardener, petrocollapse agitator, contemplative, hiker. Currently serving as a Formation Coordinator for OEF and Dean of VT/NY conference of Lutheran Synod.

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