Sometimes there is no substitute for reheated pizza: all carmelized crust and burn your mouth bubbles in the microwaved fat. And reheated pizza for breakfast…! Just Wow!
RantWoman has been called to review a couple email threads and conversations related to the now infamous pizza message memorialized here
From one conversation: "Oh my committee has a handle on it (the message)."
RantWoman to herself "NO you don’t because you have not even thought to ask RantWoman what all is on her mind." (Nor have you responded to RantWoman’s question about whether you might ever have received the kind of training one gets for some kinds of social service or homeless or domestic violence shelter roles.) So RantWoman is seasoning thoughts to just let God handle it anyway because that will be better than asking … of you.
RantWoman is grateful to learn a number of things from another member of that committee:
--RantWoman was not the only person disquieted.
--Conversations continue.
RantWoman now considers both the message and the followup simply data. Alas, RantWoman sometimes collects data she wishes were otherwise. That applies at multiple points here.
Somewhere in the email thread, one Friend expressed the point that it might not be reasonable to ask about a ministry and further that one is just supposed to receive the ministry as is. RantWoman MIGHT add decide whether it is for one and let it settle with ripples into the well of silence or some darn thing.
Huh? RantWoman’s question included acknowledgment that she herself has varying experiences of remembering a ministry after it has been delivered but that she was clear to ask anyway.
Believe it or not, RantWoman had been considering just letting the ministry float by but was grateful for a response in the thread that said both that the sender also found the message and the response disquieting and yes, in that Friend’s experiences, discussion of a message sometimes ripples long past the moment of its first delivery.
Another moment in the thread responding to RantWoman’s initial question: the term "Politically correct."
Huh? RantWoman thinks the sender missed the point of what RantWoman wrote. RantWoman cannot find anything in her original message that in RantWoman’s understanding might have wandered toward politically correct. So RantWoman wrote an email back inviting the Friend to say more. Um, no, not so far.
RantWoman authored one email suggesting that one Friend needs to apologize for what RantWoman considers incredibly insensitive and silencing response to RantWoman’s honest questions. Rantwoman further opined that she hopes no one else ever has to deal with that level of insensitivity when trying to ask an honest question. Recently RantWoman asked the recipient of this email in person whether the Friend had any response to RantWoman’s request. Not so far. As in, RantWoman has the impression the friend has not read RantWoman’s request.
Problematic but not pizza.
Email from another Friend to RantWoman "…problematic…"
RantWoman in response: "Problematic? I’ll say!..and if RantWoman were relying only on thoughtful timely responsive emails from you, Friend, RantWoman would have run away screaming a long time ago.
In other words, the whole telenovela needs to be held in the Light. RantWoman would also suggest perhaps that being open to the promptings of the Holy Spirit would be a more fruitful path than "accept eldering because the would-be elders are doing the best they can."
Also please bear with RantWoman if it just appears that much has just gotten too near RantWoman’s own inner blowtorch.
In Light and faithfulness
RantWoman
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