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 —
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
Some of us are rather quiet; some of us are
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
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
I think of all the sharings that happen here and
— 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
At this party
this year on