Partygirl, upon hearing that I was hanging out with the Methodists for Easter, said, “Are you sure you want to be entertained that much in church?” And, indeed, the Presbyterian Assembly, reacting in the 1800s to the Methodist revival movement, warned against “undue excitement in church”. But I am enjoying being in a church in which people shout “You tell ’em, Girl!” to the pastor during the sermon.
Of course, Partygirl is Catholic. On the High Church to Low Church continuum, they are at the top, followed by the Episcopalians, Presbyterians, and then the Methodists. I think if you went any further down, you’d be a Baptist. I am not sure where the Lutherans fall; I have enough trouble with Holy Communion without bringing in transubstantiation, so I did not include them in my possibilities.
The Methodists have not yet begun their Easter music, and they say I can come sing it with them without having to make any commitment (do I seem particularly noncommital to them, I wonder, or do they always offer that possibility?), so I will be hanging out with the choir. I will also continue to sing in the early service at the Presbyterian church. I am trying not to feel too much like a secret agent.
Hopkins is coming along happily with the gray back. It is not interesting enough to take a picture of yet, so you will have to take my word for it.
The quilt for #1 son is not coming along that well. I had thought the steps would be something like this: buy pattern and fabric, cut, applique, piece, quilt, bind, give to said son for his birthday in April. Instead, they have gone like this: search bootlessly for pattern and end up having to order it, read instructions and take a week to recuperate, buy fabric, decide to make sample piece to try out new technique, find pattern for same (at right), search bootlessly for freezer paper, beg some from local butcher, trace pattern for sample piece, cut out sample piece with X-acto knife while seeking way to avoid this tedium and cursing myriad slips of said knife, quit to go find scraps for sample piece, return to cutting with X-acto knife, cut self, quit and sort out all quilting scraps by shape, color, and size, return to cutting, quit and play on computer for a while — oh, well, that’s as far as I have gotten. It may be a Christmas gift. Or perhaps for his going away to college in 2007. We’ll see.
Oh my! I’m kind of glad I’m just going to stick to making blocks with my lap looms! I’d aim for Christmas though. I can see having something that frustrating lying around for two years! Just my opinion! 🙂 Looks good on paper though.
I always thought of the Methodists as being stricter than the Presbyterians. Show’s you how much I know about the various incarnations of the Christian church.
Fibermom 007, superspy extraordinaire, and double agent of dubious denomination. It actually sounds quite fun. ‘Hanging out with the choir’ also sounds fun. And one can never have too much singing or music.
Transubstantiations – transforming one substance into another? Water to wine, wine to blood, bread to flesh… that sort of thing?
April is only a couple of months away 🙂
I always thought of the Methodists as being stricter than the Presbyterians. Show’s you how much I know about the various incarnations of the Christian church.
Fibermom 007, superspy extraordinaire, and double agent of dubious denomination. It actually sounds quite fun. ‘Hanging out with the choir’ also sounds fun. And one can never have too much singing or music.
Transubstantiations – transforming one substance into another? Water to wine, wine to blood, bread to flesh… that sort of thing?
Good luck with the quilt – but, April is only a couple of months away, perhaps making it a longer term project is the better way to go 🙂
Oops sorry, that first comment was posted accidently. Oh well, play spot the difference.
I’ve never heard church sound like such an adventure. Me, I’ve selected a church I want to attend, but am afraid to do so alone because I’ve never been to a Catholic mass before and I’m sure I’d find a way to screw it up.
I hope your son appreciates all the work you’re putting into his quilt. Don’t feel too badly about how long it may take you to finish it, either. I promised Jeff his checkerboard scarf by last Thanksgiving, and I’ve got less than five inches done. I’ll consider myself lucky if he gets it before next Thankgiving!
As for the book club/chain letter, it was started by a friend of Estelle’s, and she knows everyone on the original list. Estelle works with my mom, and although I haven’t met her, I loan her books pretty frequently, and she saves her toilet paper tubes for my gerbils. Is that the sort of thing you wanted to know?
Oh, and by “the sort of thing you wanted to know” I meant who started it, not TP tubes for gerbils 😉