tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post2375827815210896587..comments2023-06-11T03:51:05.671-05:00Comments on Susan's Pendulum: Missing SomebodySusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16152213210269075304noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-81551205256084975822009-06-12T11:38:14.423-05:002009-06-12T11:38:14.423-05:00PS to Kathy -- My voice didn't make it throug...PS to Kathy -- My voice didn't make it through that stanza of "God Loved the World." On the second or third word, I just stopped and listened, and rejoined y'all for the last verse.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307213773466556564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-44311636098812825922009-06-12T11:25:17.923-05:002009-06-12T11:25:17.923-05:00We're singing it again on Wednesday night. An...We're singing it again on Wednesday night. And the Schalk piece we've been working on:<br /><br />Lord, it belongs not to my care<br />whether I die or live.<br />To love and serve Thee is my share,<br />and this Thy grace must give.<br />If life be long I will be glad<br />that I may long obey.<br />If short then why should I be sad<br />to soar to endless day?<br /><br />Christ leads us through no darker rooms<br />than He went through before.<br />He that unto God's kingdom comes <br />must enter by this door.<br /><b>Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet<br />Thy blessed face to see,<br />for if Thy work on earth be sweet,<br />what will Thy glory be?</b><br /><br />My knowledge of that life is small.<br />The eye of faith is dim.<br />But tis enough that Christ knows all<br />and I shall be with Him.<br /><br /><br />I made it through choir practice, and I sang it. I didn't sing it without damp cheeks, but my voice worked, and I did it. And I made it through the Te Deum chorale ("and the white-robed martyrs follow, and from morn to set of sun, through the Church the song goes on"). We're also singing "Lord, Let at Last Thine Angels Come" on Wednesday night. Good golly, I better make sure I go into church well-hydrated! I suspect I may be shedding some salt-water during Mass.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307213773466556564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-9394468159703410772009-06-12T11:10:11.511-05:002009-06-12T11:10:11.511-05:00Gee, and I got misty eyed when I saw you in church...Gee, and I got misty eyed when I saw you in church and we were singing: <br /><br />If you are sick, if death is near,<br />This truth your troubled heart can cheer:<br />Christ Jesus saves your soul from death;<br />That is the firmest ground of faith. <br /><br />I had to force myself to concentrate on my playing and not choke up... and I didn't even know your dad. I'm impressed that the "hymn addict" made it through that!<br /><br />A former CUW student that used to attend St. Stephen has an article in the latest Lutheran Witness. She's a nurse now and wrote quite a beautiful article that reflects the peace of believing in the saving grace of baptism. (She held a baby as it died, since the drug addict mother didn't have the strength to.) Thankfully, the mother didn't object to the baby being baptized right at birth by the hospital chaplain. It made all the difference for the nurse as she experienced such a difficult situation.<br /><br />Anyway, I am very thankful that you can have that peace about your dad... tears or no tears. I never cried about my grandma that I was very close to when she died. She was so ready to see Jesus, and that was what she wanted in her last years. Sometimes there's just peace when a loved one goes. <br /><br />I don't know why I'm rambling here when I should be cooking, but I wanted to check in once... See you soon...Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01663353371755363732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-51120642632801146912009-06-12T08:26:24.587-05:002009-06-12T08:26:24.587-05:00Wow, Susan, you really nailed that one. Adjustmen...Wow, Susan, you really nailed that one. Adjustments take time. Especially when it's our parents as we've spent so much of our lives with them. Praying for ya as you miss your dad.AmusedMommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01233027710032771395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-55421492594786127892009-06-11T21:52:15.881-05:002009-06-11T21:52:15.881-05:00Well, the tears aren't anything to be afraid o...Well, the tears aren't anything to be afraid of. They'll come. I keep wondering when they'll come for me. So far I've only gotten rather drippy-eyed at different points. <br /><br />It IS a lot more convenient if The Cry doesn't happen during the middle of church, or when you're driving, or some other inconvenient time. Although... during church certainly isn't a terrible place -- it's the place where the comfort is to be found, and where the saintly friends are gathered nearby who will understand. Still, though, crying at home is kinda less embarrassing.<br /><br />You know what got me super-stupidly? Driving home yesterday, just north of Bloomington, and James Taylor's "Fire and Rain" came on. Good grief. Just because it had "Suzanne" and "Look down upon me, Jesus, ... my time is at hand" and "telephone lines." As I got moisty-eyed over the song, I sat there thinking this was the dumbest thing to cry over. But did that stop me??? Noooo. <br /><br />Oh well.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307213773466556564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34185942.post-66183148817866304342009-06-11T21:26:47.783-05:002009-06-11T21:26:47.783-05:00THAT is what worries me about Mom. And THAT is un...THAT is what worries me about Mom. And THAT is undoubtedly when that cry she's waiting for will happen.Karen Brunnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06379023333729978727noreply@blogger.com