I had such a terrific weekend. I want to share some of it.
First, events.
On Saturday, the Open Arms ministry held their soup lunch which raises funds for the food pantry service they run. This is one of those "empty bowls" events to which people donate soup and bowls, and you're supposed to be able to bring the bowl you ate out of home as a constant reminder of those who are needy, in your community and beyond.
However, there are not enough bowls contributed to this event for that to work, so everyone eats out of the Meetinghouse's plastic bowls, and the donated ceramic bowls are for sale.
It does not have the same effect.
Apparently the event, which had lines out to the street the first year, has seen a precipitous drop in its popularity since it came to resemble a bean supper amongst the town's elderly. Taking the bowl home was the novelty, and the party favor. I think they need to rethink this event of not have it.
After lunch, Lisa, another YAF, and I went to 10 Minute Plays on Trayvon, Race and Privilege at Earlham. It was meaningful, but made all the better by the community discussion that took place afterwards, in which many people of color and of whiteness spoke about, praised and criticised elements of the production. Theater is to be talked about!!
That night I went to Connorsville with Mary Alice to see Godspell. While I was fairly horrified by some of the ways religion and following Jesus were portrayed, both in the lyrics and in this particular staging (people blindly agreeing to baptism and then appearing as if they had just won the lottery and had a makeover) it was nice to see some energetic community theater, and to support Jesus, who is a member of West Richmond Friends.
Sunday had its own joys in store.
The first were textual. The morning's readings were all from the New Yorker, and covered lots of ground, culturally and geographically.
Looking toward a cashless society:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/imagining-a-cashless-world
A challenge to Uber (which I fell in love with while I was in DC)
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/juno-takes-on-uber
Not all those who are voting for Trump are who you think they are:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/in-the-heart-of-trump-country
Meeting was great (we distributed pies for our Christmas dinner ministry). Then College Meeting for Worship was truly excellent, with a message from Hashem, a Palestinian student who spoke about resistance and about the difficulty of knowing how to relate to home. There was not a dry eye in the house, and the unprogrammed part after the talk was filled with people who spoke up about how much Hashem's example meant to them, and how significantly he had influenced and inspired them. It was absolutely beautiful; a kind of tribute to both Palestine and Hashem.
First, events.
On Saturday, the Open Arms ministry held their soup lunch which raises funds for the food pantry service they run. This is one of those "empty bowls" events to which people donate soup and bowls, and you're supposed to be able to bring the bowl you ate out of home as a constant reminder of those who are needy, in your community and beyond. However, there are not enough bowls contributed to this event for that to work, so everyone eats out of the Meetinghouse's plastic bowls, and the donated ceramic bowls are for sale.
It does not have the same effect.
Apparently the event, which had lines out to the street the first year, has seen a precipitous drop in its popularity since it came to resemble a bean supper amongst the town's elderly. Taking the bowl home was the novelty, and the party favor. I think they need to rethink this event of not have it.
After lunch, Lisa, another YAF, and I went to 10 Minute Plays on Trayvon, Race and Privilege at Earlham. It was meaningful, but made all the better by the community discussion that took place afterwards, in which many people of color and of whiteness spoke about, praised and criticised elements of the production. Theater is to be talked about!!That night I went to Connorsville with Mary Alice to see Godspell. While I was fairly horrified by some of the ways religion and following Jesus were portrayed, both in the lyrics and in this particular staging (people blindly agreeing to baptism and then appearing as if they had just won the lottery and had a makeover) it was nice to see some energetic community theater, and to support Jesus, who is a member of West Richmond Friends.
Sunday had its own joys in store.
The first were textual. The morning's readings were all from the New Yorker, and covered lots of ground, culturally and geographically.
Looking toward a cashless society:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/imagining-a-cashless-world
A challenge to Uber (which I fell in love with while I was in DC)
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/juno-takes-on-uber
Not all those who are voting for Trump are who you think they are:
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/10/10/in-the-heart-of-trump-country
Meeting was great (we distributed pies for our Christmas dinner ministry). Then College Meeting for Worship was truly excellent, with a message from Hashem, a Palestinian student who spoke about resistance and about the difficulty of knowing how to relate to home. There was not a dry eye in the house, and the unprogrammed part after the talk was filled with people who spoke up about how much Hashem's example meant to them, and how significantly he had influenced and inspired them. It was absolutely beautiful; a kind of tribute to both Palestine and Hashem.
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