The Messenger February 2017
A Time for Gratitude!
I’m writing this on Sunday afternoon following our Annual Meeting. Sixty-one of us gathered after services for a wonderful potluck meal to conduct the business of our congregation. We shared a meal, enjoyed table fellowship and gave thanks! We looked back over the last year, reviewed our finances, discussed the work of the Vestry, honored our three outgoing Vestry members, remembered some key touchstones throughout the year, and gave thanks!
We looked forward to the year ahead of us, the opportunities and the challenges, and gave thanks. We affirmed a difficult budget for 2017 which will require growth in our pledges but also upholds the value of committing a percentage off the top for outreach as a stewardship principle that gives thanks for all that God gives us.
We elected three new Vestry members, Sheryl Gerety, Cassandra Hawley, and Teri Whitty. We were also incredibly blessed at the meeting with three additional volunteers to be convention delegates allowing us to elect a full slate of three delegates, Carla Courtney, Arlene Peil and Nancylee Stewart along with two alternates Shannon Durkee and Judy Jennings. We gave thanks for abundance.
The reoccurring theme is giving thanks and I can honestly say that I am so grateful for each person and family that is connected in any way to Emmanuel! At the meeting, I had wanted everyone to turn to the person on their right and ask about their connection to Emmanuel, to listen to their response, and to say, “Thank you for sharing your presence with us and offering your gifts. We are so grateful!” Some of you are saying, “Wait a sec, I was at the meeting and I don’t remember doing that!” You are correct…I forgot. So instead I’d like each of us to take the month of February and give thanks. When you are talking to someone from Emmanuel, thank them for what they offer! If you don’t know, then ask about their involvement, and then thank them! Offer gratitude for their connection and their involvement and their presence with us!
At Anne Abdy’s ordination, the preacher was one of her professors from University of the South in Sewanee, TN. She described a great story about Rosa Parks and one of her contemporaries sitting on the porch later in life with a young man who was eager to learn from them. At one point Rosa turned and asked him, “Now what is it that you do?” He responded that he worked with children and youth who had been incarcerated to keep them out of the prison system. In a southern drawl, she replied, “Whooohhh! Whooohhh!! Whooohhh!!!!! You’re going to be tired, tired, tired!” After a pregnant pause her friend added, “And you’re going to have to be brave, brave, brave!” All of us at times are tired, tired, tired and we are asked to be brave, brave, brave. She also told another story about a time when she was with a group of about 12 sitting in the living room of an 80 year old African American pastor who had done amazing work in a very poor community in Maryland. They were spending time with him to learn from him. He suddenly looked up and saw that his young grand-daughter was peeking into the room wondering what was going on. He beamed at her with a big smile and said, “Come on in baby, have a seat right here on my lap and let me help you be brave!” Indeed, that’s what God is saying to each of us, “I know at times you are tired, come let me enfold you in my love and help you to be brave!” And we are grateful!
With tremendous gratitude for each of you! Christy
“Congratulations to Anne Abdy, who was made priest in the church on January 28th!”
2017 AWARD FOR CHRISTIAN SERVICE is given to The Altar Guild
With thanksgiving to God for the many ways they reflect the love of Jesus Christ in our congregation!
At our Annual Meeting this year we started a new tradition, the Annual Award for Christian Service. It is something that Christy experienced when she served as an Associate at Church of the Good Shepherd in Vancouver and it is meant to honor someone in the congregation with thanksgiving to God for the many ways they reflect the love of Jesus Christ in our congregation and in the world!
As she announced our 2017 recipient she read the following with the hope that people wouldn’t figure out who it was until the very end: “Amazing…helpful… wonderful…talented…patient…flexible…tenacious! Descriptors that fit our recipient. The motto of the Boy Scouts of America might also be fitting: Be prepared!
Fellowship, laughter, caring, organization, sometimes works alone but team work is a must and hard work…and almost always with great joy! The recipient isn’t known for one event per year…not even a quarterly event per year… would you believe 156 regular events per year and that doesn’t even begin to count the special requests.
The recipient takes great pride in having exactly what we need when we need it…and most of the time has thought it through and anticipated every need before it’s even asked for. Attention to detail, preparing, dishwashing, beautifying one’s surroundings, folding, cleaning, counting, flower arranging, polishing, wax removal…without the recipient our worship services would be very different.
The first recipient of this award is also our 14th, and it’s a great joy to present Emmanuel’s Award for Christian Service to our devoted altar guild members: Their leader Jackie Crowder, and members Liz Cowdon, Shannon Durkee, Janet Huggins, Judy Jenson, Judy Knutson, Barbara Kronsteiner, Dedee Ousley, Virginia Roush, Ingrid Sullivan, Sharon Szabo, Barbara Tellian, Diana Wall, and Sue Wall!”
Christy then presented the certificates to those who were present. Suddenly someone questioned, “Church of the Good Shepherd?” Stunned Christy looked down at the certificate and realized that when she had been sent the certificate from her former congregation, she had changed all of the info except for the name! She and Troy had both signed all 14 of them without realizing it. We all enjoyed a good laugh and a gentle reminder that we are far from perfect, but still filled with gratitude!
February 12th at 11:30 followed by a pizza lunch at noon!
Questions, talk to Tim Wall.
Our preschool is enjoying another banner year! Enrollment numbers are up from recent years. Although our founding director, Julianna Seldon, has moved on to a full-time position at SWOCC, our preschool staff, both old and new are carrying on the fine traditions established by Julianna.
We want to give parishioners and families of our preschool children advance notice of openings for next year’s preschool ahead of open registration. We are anticipating having 7 slots available in the Tuesday and Thursday classes for 3 year old children and 9 slots available for the Monday, Wednesday, and Friday classes for 4 year old children.
If you have family members or friends who are interested in registering their children for preschool, please have them contact our Director, Noriko Holt at email@example.com, or 541-404-3045 for more information. ~ Submitted by John Sweet
SHROVE TUESDAY PANCAKE SUPPER
Shrove Tuesday (February 28, 2017) officially ends the season of Epiphany with the season of Lent beginning the following day. Held the night before Lent begins is a day of “fat eating” before the fasting period of Lent. Known as “carnival day” in some parts of the world, the faithful would use up all their butter, sugar and some meats so they wouldn’t go to waste. We gather as a church family at 6:00 pm in the undercroft for our own celebration. Our supper will include plain, blueberry and gluten-free pancakes with an assortment of condiments, ham, and sausage. This promises to be a culinary delight! Mark your calendar and plan to join us for pancake supper on Tuesday, February 28, from 5:00 PM to 7:00 PM! – Submitted by “Pat and Nat”
Welcome Kerri Coldren ~ Our New Church Secretary
I’m pleased to announce that Kerri Coldren will be joining us as our new secretary/administrative assistant! Kerri moved to the Bay area about 4 years ago and has been working in the hospitality industry since then. She’s excited about this opportunity and feels confident and passionate her background and skills coincide well with our needs. Please introduce yourself when you have a chance and welcome her to Emmanuel! Also please be patient as it takes a while to get up to speed on all the different aspects of Emmanuel. I’m grateful to have her join our team! Christy
Please help spread the word: We are missing all of the 12-foot long white tablecloths. If you borrowed them, please return them. Thank you!
Pies and Bread Braids: Help purchase outdoor playground equipment for our Preschool
Pumpkin and Pumpkin Chiffon Pies are still available at $15 each. Bread Braids with Apple, Raspberry, Strawberry & Creme and Cinnamon are available for $14 each. Questions? Check with Nancylee, Melissa, John Sweet or Christy
Don’t miss the return of Stephani Polizzi and our Parish Health Seminars!
She’s excited to share some of her newest information with us!
Save the date, plan to attend and bring a friend!
Walk to Jerusalem
A Lenten challenge to get us moving! Can our congregation walk the 7,100 miles to Jerusalem between Ash Wednesday, March 1st and Pentecost, June 4th? Watch for more details and plan to join the challenge. If you aren’t a walker, 20 minutes of any kind of exercise equals 1 mile and together we see if we can collectively make it to Jerusalem. If you’d like to help with tracking our progress or help find out interesting information about places we will pass along the way, talk to Christy.
A thank you our Youth Group received for the wonderful Christmas cookies they made for our homebound members! If you have a Youth group member in your family who helped with the cookies, please make sure that they see this!
Women’s March on Washington
I am just returned from the Women’s March on Washington, DC. I wore a pink hat; I marched with my sister from Salem, Oregon, my oldest daughter from Creedmoor, North Carolina, and my 17 year old granddaughter who melded the “Princess Leia” trope into a poster slogan. The call to march and our collective response to the call was to mind as much a God moment as a political protest. I marched for all the past generations of women of my family, many of whom appeared on picket lines and in marches themselves at other times and in other countries.
I boarded a plane on Tuesday 17 January in Medford bound for Salt Lake City, UT, that had frozen overnight, all water on board transformed to ice. Ergo, no coffee. In Salt Lake I ran for my connecting flight to DC, and began the boarding shuffle past a young man in a sport coat who confessed to a seat mate that he was indeed going to the inauguration. Past a young Chinese American woman sporting a Make America Great Again ball cap. Our on board politics were mixed, I felt a little anxious.
I quickly got acquainted with my neighbors from my middle seat. I was bracketed by a young man at the window, a veteran of six years in the US Air Force who lived and worked in Washington, D.C., while on the aisle sat a woman in conservative Muslim dress. He, the career Air Force passenger, had been mistaken in the hope that he would be out of town for the inauguration (a preoccupation of residents being to avoid the worst of living inside the bubble). “Don’t leave your apartment Friday” he had told his girlfriend. She had spent the previous six weeks planning and organizing to bring 4,000 Muslim women out to protest in Salt Lake City and to D.C. She, the activist, slept, he, the resident veteran, slept, I didn’t sleep, musing to myself that it had taken all we could muster to organize five family members let alone 4,000 like-minded women from all over the state of Utah.
I met my oldest daughter and granddaughter at their home near Raleigh. My sister joined us Thursday night. We left by car for DC on 20 January, the Friday of the inauguration, steeling ourselves for long delays on the road. Usually, driving into DC on a Friday is an easier task than getting out. People pouring in for the inaugural balls, maybe? People pouring in for the March on Saturday? Nevertheless, I-95 remained nearly empty. We navigated the bridge and highway closures, parking in Arlington at a friend’s house, then “Ubered” to my youngest daughter’s Massachusetts Avenue NW apartment, just blocks from the White House. What did we notice? Helicopters hovering — enough chopper noise to recall TV scenes from M*A*S*H*.
9:00AM 21 January we left our building to begin the walk to the Capitol. Women filled the sidewalks, flooded the cross walks, joined in broader streams, became rivers of marchers at each intersection on the hour walk. Pink hats perched on heads. My granddaughter and I carried posters: a sketch of Lady Liberty with the message “I’m with Her”; a logo of Princess Leia’s famous hair-do and the message “A woman’s place is in the Resistance.”
As we approached our starting point, thousands of blue Don’s John’s lined the public spaces in view of the Capitol, each one with a tiny padlock on its door latch. At first comical, the lack of sanitary facilities was rapidly becoming a crisis until resolved by a skilled young man with a stiff wire who began picking the locks. A phone call to Don’s revealed the company had not locked the units, but had left them open and in place for our event on Saturday.
By 1:00PM the crowd felt immense. Planning had been done with 100,000 to 200,000 attendees in mind. Screens and speakers proved inadequate to allow the 400,000 to 500,000 marchers access to speakers during the morning hours. Young women agile enough to climb lamp posts with bullhorns told us we were too numerous to march. DC Police and the National Park Service had reclassified us as a “Rally” because our numbers exceeded the official size of a march and because the planned route on Constitution Avenue was too congested, mostly with women, to move. The message was disconcerting, even disheartening, although none of us did more than make tentative plans to go look for lunch.
By 2:00PM, however, the fast reacting DC Police and the Park Service personnel blocked Pennsylvania Avenue through to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to traffic so that we could all walk that alternate route from our places on Constitution through the length of the planned event — Capitol to White House. My group felt relief in movement, partly as respite from standing on cold sidewalks and street surfaces, partly because a March was what we wanted. We needed to witness by movement, not just by presence. Our route took us past Trump Hotel (the former U.S. Post Office) while all along the route viewing stands and roof tops packed with people cheered — real Washingtonians whose futures were suddenly as uncertain as our own. Our posters were creative and engaging, but for sheer energetic outlet, they could not compete with the chants, the call and response that admittedly ranged the gamut from tawdry to high minded to the essence of our own message “Tell me what democracy looks like? This is what democracy looks like!”
The outcome of the 2016 election and subsequent participation in the March have had a profoundly personal impact. I marched to express my outrage at the challenges to human rights, to well established scientific conclusions and to the involvement of a foreign government in our election. I affirmed my convictions by talking with, marching with, being with women who were willing AND ABLE to go to great lengths and some expense to express their points of view. I marched for my mother and father who remember the rise of Adolph Hitler and who resisted the Axis Powers in WWII. I stood with my daughters and granddaughter in expressing the desire for better lives for women. Just the higher register of voices raised in chants and song affirmed my presence there as a voice for my family. The final event of the day for my group was a celebration of my granddaughter’s 18th birthday at Comet Ping Pong. However, that party, filled with good wishes for the young woman just beginning her adult years, was a joyful occasion that led to dancing on the sidewalk, in the company of other women who had marched all day.
Submitted by: Sheryl Gerety