tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61509294629311492642024-02-18T18:28:00.125-08:00Allie in New OrleansAllie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-82599648090707394812010-04-27T18:39:00.000-07:002010-04-27T19:07:22.339-07:00spring retreatA couple of weeks ago we went on our YAV spring retreat. We packed up the mini-van and ventured out into the middle of nowhere Mississippi for a weekend of discerning, relaxing, playing, and of course eating.<br /><br />I had a blast hanging out with my fellow YAVs--boating, hiking, biking, swimming, pool, and lots of laughing!<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ-RqcZyWVM8cB26xby3tjS3cd9czvongI2QRVviebKfiArgtQZ9gJrrCoL4ByNdAMYzoF4qyQiGSAt-X8ExRXa9lLB5TqYP-6P7AxEn98ZxQ69vhW4BpbyromJOHd0EHKs38ZHbbc_s/s1600/058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464999882881641586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisZ-RqcZyWVM8cB26xby3tjS3cd9czvongI2QRVviebKfiArgtQZ9gJrrCoL4ByNdAMYzoF4qyQiGSAt-X8ExRXa9lLB5TqYP-6P7AxEn98ZxQ69vhW4BpbyromJOHd0EHKs38ZHbbc_s/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIHYT71MIvNsJ_whLpdpS3yjj43a8wpZnHozeQU0vIYVpVcWPa1myIosdNhPnbZ0Uadb_YYlXeEUmNewmvVxPpdrV84eoG3LM4tjwjRfX-Jm2rBYJO01L1isr7zrqnEc9aXV01LmYEH8/s1600/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464999876283017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfIHYT71MIvNsJ_whLpdpS3yjj43a8wpZnHozeQU0vIYVpVcWPa1myIosdNhPnbZ0Uadb_YYlXeEUmNewmvVxPpdrV84eoG3LM4tjwjRfX-Jm2rBYJO01L1isr7zrqnEc9aXV01LmYEH8/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpmZq4ieUqnLO5tIngO64l4aOEdE01cgDK5AnxKtb6uukjKTSkJ0_a2TwAclcxP2_R32F2ZetnXyzabeDRBNh6tRs14D6KsNZCpchY_q2JA2uw81lb1qWLV3I9rNb2uUyMSG4I72Cukc/s1600/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464999866365893202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpmZq4ieUqnLO5tIngO64l4aOEdE01cgDK5AnxKtb6uukjKTSkJ0_a2TwAclcxP2_R32F2ZetnXyzabeDRBNh6tRs14D6KsNZCpchY_q2JA2uw81lb1qWLV3I9rNb2uUyMSG4I72Cukc/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /></a> The discernment part of the weekend was really helpful. I didn't have any huge revelations about life and I certainly didn't come to any clear conclusions about what to do next. I did learn a lot about my work preferences and skills and how those correlate with my personality type. </p><p>Janet, a career counselor/spiritual director from Nashville joined us for our weekend. She offered a lot of valuable resources to us. On of the tests we took was the Strong Interest Inventory. My top five interests (according to the test) are: education, helping and counseling, religion and spirituality, politics and public speaking, and medicine. I would say it was pretty much spot on! According to the test I am not called to be an accountant. I already knew that.</p><p>It was a great weekend and I was reminded, once again, how great our God is!<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA7yfBRDciwBAtv_tdMVtKAZx7CbFGRm5XX6oFPTVGSdEwAuTp4QTi9z2aStPLFsA2sadPEpQNi0KnQQPqVw44zJyWgCAyeLVBvY7cw9Nl5h_BvkHrMGlPYKD0wfO-0FYgieh-CXCVFI/s1600/061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464999862342205874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA7yfBRDciwBAtv_tdMVtKAZx7CbFGRm5XX6oFPTVGSdEwAuTp4QTi9z2aStPLFsA2sadPEpQNi0KnQQPqVw44zJyWgCAyeLVBvY7cw9Nl5h_BvkHrMGlPYKD0wfO-0FYgieh-CXCVFI/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /></a>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-80982669871481780672010-04-25T19:13:00.001-07:002010-04-25T20:15:18.837-07:00discernmentBack in March, I was visiting a teenage boy in the hospital and I asked him if he had been watching the basketball tournament on tv. He responded, "Next time someone asks me that question, I am going to shove a basketball in their face." Apparently he is not a basketball fan. I laughed (on the inside) and changed the subject.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbEE-2apOxc9ipxrrpi6z7klX4cL3I_bMNe-3U-gVniigsj8tGNdLatpFuvTwxKmjc0l2MP32hY3EfLuO-LHfoHL1Bgl4lukG_h8a_sHlp_tWNCByTr-z3oGrHQRrzc9Xs-d8NRzsx0o/s1600/basketball-fail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464278556124619490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbEE-2apOxc9ipxrrpi6z7klX4cL3I_bMNe-3U-gVniigsj8tGNdLatpFuvTwxKmjc0l2MP32hY3EfLuO-LHfoHL1Bgl4lukG_h8a_sHlp_tWNCByTr-z3oGrHQRrzc9Xs-d8NRzsx0o/s400/basketball-fail.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pc_DrJPDUgcvQ-GGAxQfkgafZBQ0Z5eGwd5xEtR0IN2pJzA8ONvNSfi8pNAsJLLKtcg-1K584vdKky9_pEOs_D6esiM2ovwtMGXsLz4mxeNbZ2Lllzt3k4E0a9zUNXwRqs5GCM2EjhE/s1600/WCALPY10XCAEOT10QCACH4N5CCAOG9GD2CAC6AZW9CAHDUY8VCAOBQ1R8CAMGGVQ7CAGJHU1QCAXF7WTLCAZWQ2JXCA1EC6FXCAGDVJ1JCAM0P8YMCAARSDEFCAUNT04NCAUMIHH4CABV2HS7CAXLPNCH.jpg"></a><br /></p><p>These days I can relate to my teenage friend. The question everyone asks is, "what is next for you?" The problem with this question is that I don't know the answer and thinking about it stresses me out!<br /></p>Psalm 119 says "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path." Earlier this year I -prayed that this light would be a little brighter--that my path would be illumined and I would be able to discern God's will for my life. What was I thinking?!? God has certainly illumined my path--with a flood light.<br /><br />I have a lot of exciting possibilities for next year. They all include seminary in some capacity and they all have pros and cons. I am certain that no matter what I choose I will be following God's call. I suppose having too many options is better than having no options...but I still feel overwhelmed when I think about "what is next?"Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-50109347076318476772010-04-13T20:03:00.000-07:002010-04-13T21:29:29.645-07:00Sorry to my devoted readers (aka my mom) for my leave of absence. I have not been too busy to blog--just unmotivated. To make up for it I am going to blog about my feelings...a rare <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurrence</span> =)<br /><br />The past few weeks have been full of things worthy of a blog: lent, holy week, Easter, a trip to the beach, acceptance letters to schools, job interviews, food adventures, running woes, a visit from from my parents, work! So many wonderful, joyful things in my life--but I have not felt very joyful. I have been feeling tired. Tired of being broke, tired of discerning, tired of living in community, tired of everything! I <em>know</em> God was present, even in this time, but I wasn't <em>feeling </em>or <em>experiencing</em> God.<br /><br />Yesterday afternoon I went for a run. After the run I felt energized. Today I still feel that energy and I am confident it will be with me in the morning (after my coffee). I am feeling God's presence and experiencing joy in God. <br /><br />We all have storms and deserts in our lives. We often look back on them, learn from them and can see how God was working in our lives. But sometimes there seems to be no explanations, no lessons to be learned. <br /><br />At the end of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maundy</span> Thursday service the Christ candle is often <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">extinguished</span> and then lit again because we know that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Crucifixion</span> is not the end of the story. We know that Easter is coming. It is this same story, this same hope that allows us to get through these difficult times! We know our stories don't end in those storms and deserts because we have faith and hope in Christ.Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-40734640049481359972010-03-23T12:10:00.001-07:002010-03-23T12:30:59.613-07:00The Story of Bottled Water<div>I few months ago I came across a Local Food Sunday School Curriculum published by a website called The Thoughtful Christian. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the time I was struggling to make any commitment to changing my lifestyle because it felt overwhelming and in some ways hypocritical. The beginning of the curriculum addressed this issue and was very meaningful to me so I thought I would share.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">"The complexity of these issues often feels overwhelming, and sometimes we are tempted to throw up our hands in despair and defeat. The problems are so big, so many so multifaceted. What is one person or one family to do in the face of such a massive and often opaque system?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Thanks be to God, there are many practical things we can do to attend to the sources of our food...it is important to acknowledge the sense of being overwhelmed. For the truth is we are enmeshed within the current system of food production, and we will almost inevitably be complicit in that system, no matter how much we want not to be. As Christians, then, it seems to me our first response, before we do anything, should be one of repentance, an acknowledgement that we have erred, that we will continue to err, and that we desperately need God's mercy. Only after confessing out complicity in the destructive systems by which we procure our food and receiving the assurance of pardon God offers us can we take action that flows not from debilitating guilt but from liberating grace."</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>I am not sure why the website I posted yesterday isn't linking. Here is the video:</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://storyofstuff.org/bottledwater/"> The Story of Bottled Water</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com/">ShareThis</a>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-73063041302271602082010-03-22T13:48:00.000-07:002010-03-22T14:35:45.943-07:00One down, three to goWeek one of the 100 mile diet is complete! I can't say it has been easy and I can't say that I have done a great job of sticking to it. Just ask the boys that I live with--they have been watching me like a hawk! Overall I did well but sometimes I just needed a snack and I certainly am not about to turn down free food--even if it isn't local! So yes, I cheated. But being strict about the diet or depriving myself of food that I have a craving for is not what this is about. It is about being intentional about the food I buy and consume. It is about being aware of where my food comes from and how it tastes. It is about connecting with the local community and land.<br /><br />The worst part of the diet is the cost. It is sad for two reasons. The first is that I ripped a hole in my favorite jeans and I can't afford to replace them this month because I am buying fresh fish. The second (and more important) reason is that fresh, sustainable, high quality food should not be a luxury. We need a food system that provides fresh, sustainable, high quality food to everyone--rich or poor. <br /><br />In other news...<br /><br />Today is World Water Day. An article in the Huffington Post states that "Nearly a billion people -- one-sixth of the world's population -- have no access to safe drinking water, 2.6 billion people lack adequate sanitation, and more than 3 million people die from water-related diseases each year. Forty-six percent of people on Earth do not have water piped to their homes, and much of the burden of collecting water falls to women -- women in developing countries walk an average of 3.7 miles to get water."<br /><br />A billion people with no access to safe drinking water!?! I know I use more than my share of water and I admit that I am guilty of having bought a plastic bottle of water. Something else I suppose I should add to my list of things to be aware of and intentional about...ugh. A new article and video by Annie Leonard explores the ridiculous industry of bottled water. It is here if you are interested:<br /><br />http://www.huffingtonpost.com/annie-leonard/the-story-of-bottled-wate_b_507942.htmlAllie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-12935056654342972012010-03-16T13:12:00.000-07:002010-03-30T14:22:28.954-07:00trying to be a good steward<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAp62JjrXE-xRKKwag3tRCsQf2_-JDAPuaCjh3PtAkXpQzn2MM-SbBr1MrRBEEyK_AVFSID2ISIqJM-zPNKSaRFAtDQbk1KgMeXF0nwKGyR_7aRJhk-lgMhpcEpXd-pwJ21Oz_urebHY/s1600-h/01gren190_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449337195537944690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAp62JjrXE-xRKKwag3tRCsQf2_-JDAPuaCjh3PtAkXpQzn2MM-SbBr1MrRBEEyK_AVFSID2ISIqJM-zPNKSaRFAtDQbk1KgMeXF0nwKGyR_7aRJhk-lgMhpcEpXd-pwJ21Oz_urebHY/s400/01gren190_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Last week I decided that I needed a new hobby. Running was fun but my body (my foot in particular) needs some time to recover. After much deliberation I choose eating to be my new hobby. More specifically I decided to try (for one month) a 100 mile diet. I figure I can replace the time I spent running with grocery shopping, cooking, and eating!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://100milediet.org/why-eat-local">http://100milediet.org/why-eat-local</a></div><br /><div>I went o the farmers market this weekend and officially started the diet on Monday. I had Louisiana strawberries for breakfast and for dinner made egg salad (with local spicy mayo). For lunch I went out to eat. Obviously going out for lunch does not fit into the diet but I had previously decided on two "cheats." One is coffee. I am simply not ready to give up my caffeine addiction. The second "cheat" is shared meals. I often meet with my mentor or a colleague over a meal and every Sunday my house has family dinner. This community element is too important to me to give up for even a month. Many "locavore" blogs talk about a 100 mile diet by the percentage of local foods consumed. I would guess about 80 to 90 percent of my diet the next month will be local.</div><br /><div>Not only does this give me something to put time and energy into while my foot heals, it supports local economy and reduces my carbon foot print on the earth. The following animation is the best things I have found to explain the problems with out current food system. It is a little long and the animation is not stellar but the information is clear and concise. If you don't know much about the dangers of our food system I would recommend it! </div><div> </div><div>(I deleted the video because I got tired of hearing the music every time I visit my blog...google "true cost of food" and you will find it)</div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-78075941360387987072010-03-01T12:41:00.000-08:002010-03-01T16:08:19.370-08:00Thanks to everyone who has supported me in my marathon endeavor the past several months. A special thanks to those in New Orleans that came out and cheered for me on the course--it made a huge difference! At the end of this long (and painful) journey, I have raised $2144 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and finished 26.2 miles in 5:27:39. Hopefully I will be able to walk again soon =)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnITdn9PwuH5Hd-lZxkYIT04VVGQaWDw8jBm81EJHyf_U85tz58xNEQBkWx15gJcyA0Ld1C8Mwow6JkneA10Y-SyElzJeg44-WOBZ8HSnAM6dKIbhWn1OYWKNkaf80hjkDkC4XiHo5uY/s1600-h/Karen_marathon_006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443773065224135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnITdn9PwuH5Hd-lZxkYIT04VVGQaWDw8jBm81EJHyf_U85tz58xNEQBkWx15gJcyA0Ld1C8Mwow6JkneA10Y-SyElzJeg44-WOBZ8HSnAM6dKIbhWn1OYWKNkaf80hjkDkC4XiHo5uY/s400/Karen_marathon_006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgox2YTIKbDu7f2jJxLnzk7vfZ-jv7wMEh4L7b7RAffRPjmoFrt8P5_mCOTvTuSVwtZi5E5WIQtSkwnG3jht4sE5XGrb7ix1GKk9lWkgAtoGiYVhI5ZkV-_dwiMoEnMJaMaHDPyAcPTGY/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443773058118642962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgox2YTIKbDu7f2jJxLnzk7vfZ-jv7wMEh4L7b7RAffRPjmoFrt8P5_mCOTvTuSVwtZi5E5WIQtSkwnG3jht4sE5XGrb7ix1GKk9lWkgAtoGiYVhI5ZkV-_dwiMoEnMJaMaHDPyAcPTGY/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNC0PjvM2_cuf7MdWqaMNQZIKlsCtocX07VrEIY5ei1JuMBO-IAiAsbXf6jSlA_MDW290dcDlM7FV0ixZ1Bzp8QqYutfsHtAae-upOCxttR0nfohh2YaPTFfaTOYEAGO59NVPHde2YlA/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443773067626907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNC0PjvM2_cuf7MdWqaMNQZIKlsCtocX07VrEIY5ei1JuMBO-IAiAsbXf6jSlA_MDW290dcDlM7FV0ixZ1Bzp8QqYutfsHtAae-upOCxttR0nfohh2YaPTFfaTOYEAGO59NVPHde2YlA/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAlF8MciCZhmfMCl4CcShyphenhyphenKHnDe3wAZEl6XlBS80kzke9Cq2oMd_qo50h6xU0hjScQUsEM8HtLsqXvFhQgOdYHfWZ-_Fw6dkV4kJ9NBpHjTE_9ePJGuKYSP4hbVFY6U-HjR9Vyou3T9k/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443774330069801154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAlF8MciCZhmfMCl4CcShyphenhyphenKHnDe3wAZEl6XlBS80kzke9Cq2oMd_qo50h6xU0hjScQUsEM8HtLsqXvFhQgOdYHfWZ-_Fw6dkV4kJ9NBpHjTE_9ePJGuKYSP4hbVFY6U-HjR9Vyou3T9k/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-55437356265000302872010-02-24T14:48:00.000-08:002010-02-24T15:24:30.269-08:00What would Jesus do?It is a safe bet that if my blog layout changes I am procrastinating. Today I am putting off finishing my seminary application. Another means by which I procrastinate is to read blogs of friends and fellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YAVs</span>. While reading a new friends blog I came across videos from a BBC show that I had to share!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQak6ng0RXQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQak6ng0RXQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />We are reminded on Sundays that we should pray with the confidence of children. Perhaps we should consider asking questions with intensity, eagerness, and inhibition of children as well! While we laugh at the seemingly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ridiculous</span> questions of Ben and Karen, they address some serious <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">theological</span> questions and concerns that many Christians share. Why doesn't this all powerful God just fix all the bad and the suffering in the world? Why do we not have everything we think we need--like a sun that will shine forever! Why does God allow evil to exist? Why does Jesus put up with our nonsense--with our selfishness? Why did God send His only son to die for our sins?<br /><br />As someone who is interested in ministry I also think this video is a reminder to be patient and willing to teach those that have questions. It is also a reminder to be prepared!<br /><br />Here is one more clip from the show. There are more on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">youtube</span> if you are interested.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/45ZdXr--4QA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/45ZdXr--4QA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-20078414407752839202010-02-17T13:16:00.000-08:002010-02-17T21:46:04.228-08:00The Amazing Race<em>"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."</em><br /><br />I have two "races" to coming up in my life. I interpret "race" to be an event that challenges me--an event that requires endurance and strength. The first of my races is the Mardi Gras Marathon. I can't believe it is only a little more than a week away!<br /><br />The other "race" is one that we are all participating in, the season of lent. It is a time of reflection and confessions, a time to refine our deliberate discipleship practices. If we are intentional and committed to this season it will be challenging. To take up our own crosses and follow Jesus will take discipline, strength, and endurance.<br /><br />I am anxious about finishing the marathon. I wonder if I am really prepared and if I have the will power to run 26.2 miles. I already know how the journey to the cross ends. It ends with the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ our saviour, the promise of ever lasting life.Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-83506894466027443292010-02-15T12:33:00.000-08:002010-02-17T21:44:12.438-08:00Mardi GrasHere are some pictures from Mardi Gras Day. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_P8BFaywQ8OxJJ5SehTTwJ4_DINlL3CBWr_gTsfm7B0UohngJI3KvITwg8bMCucDn-o2p1ApZU8sCrbj5ZJ41czObqf1145WM4Xk5pMP4XwBncCOETICugpGcawtmYLuLoDIUfjBBA0/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453462294781378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_P8BFaywQ8OxJJ5SehTTwJ4_DINlL3CBWr_gTsfm7B0UohngJI3KvITwg8bMCucDn-o2p1ApZU8sCrbj5ZJ41czObqf1145WM4Xk5pMP4XwBncCOETICugpGcawtmYLuLoDIUfjBBA0/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a>The costumes are pretty outrageous...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7B4ppcjvstIsYke0GFOuj27p8EKRlkggrgSHLBQjOTtMgKubwfQxR3bhycDPz0nLimK72AI33u1xaeytSSjyxtt0BpMTsd15XrW7LkpjIf5jT1y8KuVYdbb1VAv2eWbFoXCFibXDG6A/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453463824601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7B4ppcjvstIsYke0GFOuj27p8EKRlkggrgSHLBQjOTtMgKubwfQxR3bhycDPz0nLimK72AI33u1xaeytSSjyxtt0BpMTsd15XrW7LkpjIf5jT1y8KuVYdbb1VAv2eWbFoXCFibXDG6A/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> So are the floats....</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNtz-oBfR8cLL3OZZXere_GtIpuSCXSwN5djtzIfTe6tdq4TIzu_Pqzenot6fRfF-JV1DF-w1uwzrwbniwW5ejCHhssHdejyxsoIPeweJIuHflLF6W09zjDFLvo5Se7XoFZ8OgeDmXvs/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453469041265410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNtz-oBfR8cLL3OZZXere_GtIpuSCXSwN5djtzIfTe6tdq4TIzu_Pqzenot6fRfF-JV1DF-w1uwzrwbniwW5ejCHhssHdejyxsoIPeweJIuHflLF6W09zjDFLvo5Se7XoFZ8OgeDmXvs/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /></a> And the crowds!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwZZnMJDk6tJHKizTeW_cZEuRxk90s4NyB7twFWCEAm_K_l5hbEthdocOVdghpy6wt3N9aIiGyWOgywgn8QOPlXdvZhenY4ooAycec10-6cU5AC7KGSVM4uJyIMtUF6rOKTg54D0RIpk/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453487295814226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwZZnMJDk6tJHKizTeW_cZEuRxk90s4NyB7twFWCEAm_K_l5hbEthdocOVdghpy6wt3N9aIiGyWOgywgn8QOPlXdvZhenY4ooAycec10-6cU5AC7KGSVM4uJyIMtUF6rOKTg54D0RIpk/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> My roomates are pretty outrageous too =)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmBx5A4A9k6OS1XqQYEWfyu4E0xV6ZZpgMKSmdNE0aV3u9WFURtUnAj-TesjxCvF0zyJiPlw2TjDOkuygShHU7dTT8grxQgnhExnHtuRBeP7kE2lhkE_OoYF23t7Yh0BV6gAtM-wUwMM/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439453479101582626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmBx5A4A9k6OS1XqQYEWfyu4E0xV6ZZpgMKSmdNE0aV3u9WFURtUnAj-TesjxCvF0zyJiPlw2TjDOkuygShHU7dTT8grxQgnhExnHtuRBeP7kE2lhkE_OoYF23t7Yh0BV6gAtM-wUwMM/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> I managed to snag a Zulu coconut.</div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-78295513757692020202010-01-25T16:02:00.000-08:002010-01-25T16:28:43.136-08:00Who Dat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9tdIiamuPyNKhQ_NwcTEi1EaGAl8PeZE3W52XtVUT8_lED9DHxzGVBYzeHLBQIf6iNQtl29Ct9vuiOFAwUiy0bnBwbU3FJm-wRMV36cQrzhZOJlOytBbewo6Gj54p-KEirSPglxoL4g/s1600-h/saints.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838256308464322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9tdIiamuPyNKhQ_NwcTEi1EaGAl8PeZE3W52XtVUT8_lED9DHxzGVBYzeHLBQIf6iNQtl29Ct9vuiOFAwUiy0bnBwbU3FJm-wRMV36cQrzhZOJlOytBbewo6Gj54p-KEirSPglxoL4g/s320/saints.jpg" border="0" /></a> It has been an interesting week here in New Orleans. I don't know whether to laugh at, be offended by, or join in the Saint's frenzy. At church on Sunday there were Go Saints signs at the front of the church--right next to the pulpit! Two weeks from now when we play in the super bowl I am not sure anyone will be at church. The streets of the city were silent last night as the Saints played and ruckus after the win. Even in our neighborhood, everyone was out in the street celebrating the victory.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I was in North Carolina in 2004 when the Panthers advanced to the super bowl and for the Tar Heel Championship in 2005. I went to several huge games in my two years at Ohio State. But--I have never seen anything like the party in New Orleans last night! I can not even imagine what the Super Bowl will bring. No doubt it will be a good time here in the Who Dat Nation.</div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-37067646442229218872010-01-21T20:41:00.001-08:002010-01-21T21:38:43.131-08:00God is here<div align="left">I should be asleep. I went to bed but find myself unable to sleep because my mind is too busy. So, I thought I would put good use to my busy mind and write a post. Perhaps if the thoughts go down on paper (or the internet) I can get some sleep! </div><br /><div align="left">I am laying in bed wandering, with a heavy heart, why am I so fortunate while others are suffering so much? Why am I laying in my bed with a stable building under me and a roof over me head while people in Haiti lay trapped under collapsed buildings or tents? Why am I able to eat whenever and whatever I choose while some people, even children, are hungry? Why should I be here in New Orleans enjoying life so much while a friend from high school is saying goodbye to her baby girl? Where is God in all of this mess??? </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZLzJpI6jOXecoDrm1uiG8D0mt_ICPqaKP8e9mEegiVhK7oCmx5pkgOavTYhU72gmTgfvyAVETeBSinBx_hBrMuRodyE9MxKFwWwkS_Czhm74kuFgHnarG5RvkZxMKXw4SOl_bCyzKnU/s1600-h/h38_21698163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429433292586714786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZLzJpI6jOXecoDrm1uiG8D0mt_ICPqaKP8e9mEegiVhK7oCmx5pkgOavTYhU72gmTgfvyAVETeBSinBx_hBrMuRodyE9MxKFwWwkS_Czhm74kuFgHnarG5RvkZxMKXw4SOl_bCyzKnU/s320/h38_21698163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I know He is with me. I feel His presence and am comforted by it. He is in Haiti. He is wrapping His arms around those trapped in rubble--He is holding them tight. He is crying alongside the survivors--sharing their pain and suffering. He is smiling and welcoming those who have come home to Him. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yS8TFxA6bHnOhr4kilVZ4C7Co8AqAp001AmKJo-vSZb0KEtPpgT-gKFXjxlN6SuJqyXFgYqx6U40gZNS0ws-ncKxs_Dpf6nx6r8hqE3jEg9kDjKfL2Bi4BA-PVm2i_WGLKX5rCi2PqA/s1600-h/8227_1173990709579_1222384297_30571261_386608_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429433298899562914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yS8TFxA6bHnOhr4kilVZ4C7Co8AqAp001AmKJo-vSZb0KEtPpgT-gKFXjxlN6SuJqyXFgYqx6U40gZNS0ws-ncKxs_Dpf6nx6r8hqE3jEg9kDjKfL2Bi4BA-PVm2i_WGLKX5rCi2PqA/s320/8227_1173990709579_1222384297_30571261_386608_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">God is certainly with that baby girl as she fights for her life. He brings her peace and comfort. He brings her so much love that all those around her can see His light shining through her. He is holding the hand of this girl's mother. Who better to hold hands with than a man who has seen His own child suffer so greatly? He is probably in awe of the internet prayer chain that has reached an untold amount of people since the time of diagnosis! </div><br /><div align="left">God is with those who are hungry, poor, and homeless--and those that aren't. God is everywhere! How else could we make it through the day, through the hard times, through the tragedies? How else could we ever get a good nights sleep?</div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-75074975934136642372010-01-15T16:25:00.000-08:002010-01-15T18:48:33.604-08:00the big picture<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>"Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."</strong></span><br /><br /><em>Dear God,</em><br /><br /><em>Thankyou for all the opportunities for character development. Can I have a break now? I am tired.</em><br /><br /><em>Amen</em><br /><br />It is amazing that in times of suffering we can praise God. It is even more amazing to be able to praise God <em>for</em> our sufferings--but how can we not? I know God is using my experiences and time here in New Orleans to help me grow and develop--God is preparing me to do His work in the world.<br />For those that do not already know, I have felt called to apply to a dual degree program in divinity and social work. Looking back over the past month or so I can see so many ways in which I am being prepared for this call. If you feel so called to read it, here is a link to my admissions essay which I submitted with my social work applications:<br /><a href="http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AYjZG6qAij9pZGNkbnp4emhfNGdnamZ4bmZ4&hl=en">http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AYjZG6qAij9pZGNkbnp4emhfNGdnamZ4bmZ4&hl=en</a><br /><br />I have never used google docs before so let me know if the link doesn't work!Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-49914395302794216762010-01-03T13:59:00.000-08:002010-01-04T14:09:13.188-08:00prayer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnhATIdLC4XpIFGDhVdrVbirkHetlVxvUXgosyL-gF5LopDs4ctX-3nsRToYZaAOgv5buan3VVI4Rz5DijH3U4isvmA84o0n9HxaIH2UBh1RMz5Kn4Nh69k_xeox1RIQh_2qRU084QXY/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673520890137154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnhATIdLC4XpIFGDhVdrVbirkHetlVxvUXgosyL-gF5LopDs4ctX-3nsRToYZaAOgv5buan3VVI4Rz5DijH3U4isvmA84o0n9HxaIH2UBh1RMz5Kn4Nh69k_xeox1RIQh_2qRU084QXY/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /></a> There are types of prayer that come easily to me--prayers of adoration, love, and thanks. I find the prayer of confession to be especially powerful and something I have really developed and appreciated over the past few months. When it comes to prayers of petition or intercession I begin to struggle...<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>There are two things that have weighed heavily on my mind for a few weeks. Deep down I feel like all I really need to do is pray--to give it up to God. But when I try the words do not come. I try to open a conversation with God but my mind immediately takes over. If I were to truly give it to God I would be losing control. Not only would I lose control but I would open myself up to God's will which may not be in line with my will. </div><br /><div><br />It has taken a lot of discussion and many sleepless nights to get to a point where I can admit my struggle with prayer and to understand why it exists. I am glad to be at this point because it is only when we acknowledge our struggles and understand them that we can overcome them and grow. </div><br /><p>You may wonder why I would share this--I certainly do! It is hard to share, but I do anyway because I value Christian community. I share because someone might read this and relate to it. It might make Christianity more real and accessible to someone. Many might read this and share advice--maybe they have been in this place before. I share because in times that I can not pray for myself I know others will and are praying for me.<br /></p><br /><div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-67143890299604050262009-12-18T11:35:00.000-08:002009-12-18T12:32:18.610-08:00AdventI am having serious writers block this week! The issues running through my head lately just seem to huge to tackle in few paragraphs. So, while I sort out my mind you should watch this video.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU</a>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-62895501461632207062009-12-09T11:52:00.000-08:002009-12-09T12:49:38.670-08:00A Healing Presence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZLuMaAdNRbwSTQhin3b-Tum_WnezsFaale_RfwpvRFDXRk1cdcQQxtB9PjyDcipjVe-JNrkRkuGwAz1OzlPR9hvApbq_By2evzTI1nZiNI1KRhizZe3Y0Tw9FHk67FMBVS7AvpdIR-g/s1600-h/holding+hands.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413340928131700834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZLuMaAdNRbwSTQhin3b-Tum_WnezsFaale_RfwpvRFDXRk1cdcQQxtB9PjyDcipjVe-JNrkRkuGwAz1OzlPR9hvApbq_By2evzTI1nZiNI1KRhizZe3Y0Tw9FHk67FMBVS7AvpdIR-g/s200/holding+hands.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This morning I held a woman's hand as she cried. As she spoke of her troubles, losses, pains, and fears I held her hand.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>To be a healing presence is humbling, transforming, and awe inspiring. To be a healing presence is a privilege, a blessing from God. For in these moments--in these opportunities for healing--we can know and feel God working through us. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Vocational discernment is an important element of my YAV year. The process is just beginning and I do not know what is next. I do know that I long to serve God by be a healing presence--in the lives of children and adults, in the life of the church, and the community. </div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-79085549279146331292009-12-01T10:45:00.000-08:002009-12-01T11:17:12.645-08:00day to dayWhen creating a blog post I feel a certain pressure to write something profound--to take a part of my day and turn it into a great story and life lesson. Today I thought it would be useful to simply make a list of what I have been doing the past few months. You all back home might enjoy knowing a little bit about what I am doing down here! But also, it is good for me to reflect on the sometimes hidden progress being made. So here it is!<br /><br /><div>Things I do at Metairie Ridge:<br /></div><div>-teach Sunday school<br />-serve as liturgist on occasion</div><div>-sing in the choir</div><div>-work with the youth (we are getting ready for youth Sunday)</div><div>-a chapel service for the 3 and 4 year olds attending the preschool</div><div>-prepared an advent devotional book</div><div>-go to meetings</div><div>-go to more meetings</div><div>-plan family events like the corn maze and maybe some Christmas carolling</div><div>-slowly but surely clean out the youth room</div><br /><div>In addition to these things (and probably some more I am not thinking of at the moment) I have started a new part time position at Ochsner's main campus (the hospital). I have the very official title of "Chaplain Assistant" and get to wear a badge and carry a pager. My role is to make an initial visit to all newly admitted patients (except for the Catholics--they have their own Chaplain). I have been doing a lot of shadowing and learning over the past few weeks. Today was my first day on my own. I think it will take a little time before I am comfortable but I think I did pretty well for my first day out. </div><br /><div>In addition to work, I continue to train for the Mardi Gras marathon. I also spend time doing YAV things--we have a weekly meeting, family dinners on Sundays, meetings with mentors, and an upcoming retreat. In the midst of all this I also found time to go on vacation with my family--some pics are posted below.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8W5ad2tuR37F214GSDOI1O35mTX7RKvlGCL0IxiK-g9QppxkAd0KmM8vXfjfzSUBK7QNABsE5H52OOTjne2Uy5_tm-wzN5YhYSuNgFnI-609FnPxT5Q1OverBnk1a89LEAA6EmXkW3Q/s1600/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410348128568883634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8W5ad2tuR37F214GSDOI1O35mTX7RKvlGCL0IxiK-g9QppxkAd0KmM8vXfjfzSUBK7QNABsE5H52OOTjne2Uy5_tm-wzN5YhYSuNgFnI-609FnPxT5Q1OverBnk1a89LEAA6EmXkW3Q/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTkYcZ2Yhyphenhyphen2lUBxmLHe4_86ySTSeGQwdQr0MBnmY8zmSIu4uVIgzoelBX4l1zaKApXpNCT3UgSWuKYburf9OCadI0QvRpV2SMQ8tSNEw__q_R-43wG8ra2p5B3kjcu9Z2TUq2jLpqyHs/s1600/048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410348125888940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTkYcZ2Yhyphenhyphen2lUBxmLHe4_86ySTSeGQwdQr0MBnmY8zmSIu4uVIgzoelBX4l1zaKApXpNCT3UgSWuKYburf9OCadI0QvRpV2SMQ8tSNEw__q_R-43wG8ra2p5B3kjcu9Z2TUq2jLpqyHs/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6jLt1FN5m8ZF7mqhq8kH5hGDqFICwoc3zqIPrca1nZU-mRJgx_xdSfQ7ieFxbYYsGvH-xaqddc52da4j0VBWshYRc6AOadHYKIO-HL3PLrtrEdwXXih4RmrJVAmyhHOuk-i5hfZX2mU/s1600/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410348117799735122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6jLt1FN5m8ZF7mqhq8kH5hGDqFICwoc3zqIPrca1nZU-mRJgx_xdSfQ7ieFxbYYsGvH-xaqddc52da4j0VBWshYRc6AOadHYKIO-HL3PLrtrEdwXXih4RmrJVAmyhHOuk-i5hfZX2mU/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihq6QGihVXjx-llwlwDIjEn_mEA5Z6GUpWyb9PJwewwRL0VzRa1j3rU3momzEJY7-fdXBKCJTZsL3oCtIuXES7flC44UtHNLyMtphLI5Rv_yEZogP5rRGtFTFgDaipLHIKDlot64DyYBo/s1600/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410348114074540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihq6QGihVXjx-llwlwDIjEn_mEA5Z6GUpWyb9PJwewwRL0VzRa1j3rU3momzEJY7-fdXBKCJTZsL3oCtIuXES7flC44UtHNLyMtphLI5Rv_yEZogP5rRGtFTFgDaipLHIKDlot64DyYBo/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-50274099199600141792009-11-16T10:34:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:39:14.515-08:00PerspectiveBefore I leave the house for my long runs I let my roommates know where I am going to run and a timeline for when I will be home. This isn't because I am worried about my safety (although I probably should be) Rather, I am never confident that I will be able to finish the mileage. It gives me comfort to know that I can stop anywhere along the route and in a few hours my roommates will come find me, peel me off sidewalk, and carry me home =)<br /><br />Last week I had an 8 mile run to complete--it was very difficult and the first time I had to walk some in order to finish. This Saturday I ran 10 miles without needing to walk. The difference was that this time I had already run the route (it was the same as the 8 but with an extra loop at the end) so I had some perspective of where I was in my mileage, I knew where the water stops were, and I knew where I would need some fuel.<br /><br />I wish life was as clear and as easy as my 10 mile run! I long to be in familiar territory--to know where I was going, to know when I would get a break, and to know when I would need and get some help along the way. At the end of acts Paul tells the people in Rome that they are "Ever hearing but never understanding, ever seeing but never perceiving, and developing calloused hearts." Often times I am like the people of Rome. In theory I understand what Paul is saying and the warning he heeds. But right now it is hard for me to understand and know how God is at work in my life and even harder for me be open to His calling. I am thankful today for a patient God who is with me even when I am like the Romans, for a community of friends who understand what I am feeling, and for all the people willing to be there along our journey.<br /><br />PS I have posted a new photo album on facebook. Here are a few highlights:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DRsPsfAmvTe8jnX5KNIIBSZOaH5zyabxnzqyZyInkKXOxw5To8JsN7BJWD9piUtuOb6dZaCwZaijZCpAS5PNCAezBUG5Ny9LrgWxiq7ZXDOkuCBmK3vqBZD4suDGJFq9lXLa0WW4qok/s1600/055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786821043372482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DRsPsfAmvTe8jnX5KNIIBSZOaH5zyabxnzqyZyInkKXOxw5To8JsN7BJWD9piUtuOb6dZaCwZaijZCpAS5PNCAezBUG5Ny9LrgWxiq7ZXDOkuCBmK3vqBZD4suDGJFq9lXLa0WW4qok/s320/055.jpg" border="0" /></a> Community Day: working at Second Harvest Food Bank</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb17-wU1RNuUIyTEecrfaEg5dHWs-_mfy661G673jZyogY7Ow3pfirXUhrWKUVbpvEsfBp8K9K2bpQdmmd5gV8iz_9tDfr2MquXpiwlW0z07q_FIgfmSJ7ppOmtADz_yt5-xO6YjcBqlw/s1600/113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786815689840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb17-wU1RNuUIyTEecrfaEg5dHWs-_mfy661G673jZyogY7Ow3pfirXUhrWKUVbpvEsfBp8K9K2bpQdmmd5gV8iz_9tDfr2MquXpiwlW0z07q_FIgfmSJ7ppOmtADz_yt5-xO6YjcBqlw/s320/113.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our first New Orleans parade</p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoTQ-zWVdvmnxAAnVgXDyDoYrCGD60CKb17t7lpELB9wfkIcs-fu5FSrm1or4QRNzbzaBajXTtWSv1AuLO8xfS1GwN9MQLkdQx-PUCV2miZKxjtleqY6OQhyphenhyphen4AcHdo8qqvxH4hgxnzWI/s1600/042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786815017469298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoTQ-zWVdvmnxAAnVgXDyDoYrCGD60CKb17t7lpELB9wfkIcs-fu5FSrm1or4QRNzbzaBajXTtWSv1AuLO8xfS1GwN9MQLkdQx-PUCV2miZKxjtleqY6OQhyphenhyphen4AcHdo8qqvxH4hgxnzWI/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dinner at the Dolfsma's house. My friend Paulus took this picture (he is 5)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2oTPYAPhlPTGETVKX8K4Fbdz55J6hv5cbAHI1KP3p3E8ah_WMZeXo3ymSfIQi8LYCRdNA66ouJV51Eq_kJWu-BlODBgTfhPS171jspMps8X__Yt58K0_Ttn7xLlyBMPDf1laYZFr83ic/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786809467544562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2oTPYAPhlPTGETVKX8K4Fbdz55J6hv5cbAHI1KP3p3E8ah_WMZeXo3ymSfIQi8LYCRdNA66ouJV51Eq_kJWu-BlODBgTfhPS171jspMps8X__Yt58K0_Ttn7xLlyBMPDf1laYZFr83ic/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our second community day at the New Orleans Mission--learning about homelessness<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1rEeQOKL_25lsqYPvk_X7JmsFmTqHeJqhCZiQFkIQVluRe3gb0zT74oO7Mb1guJB6nRCyO4y3aCfSX4iYVVdU_DVDK9GlDacENNexc3FgUx07yED68igTl9sQ2fEFrJqIHBZqaR3G2M/s1600/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404786798119958242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1rEeQOKL_25lsqYPvk_X7JmsFmTqHeJqhCZiQFkIQVluRe3gb0zT74oO7Mb1guJB6nRCyO4y3aCfSX4iYVVdU_DVDK9GlDacENNexc3FgUx07yED68igTl9sQ2fEFrJqIHBZqaR3G2M/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> At the Hornets game<br /><br /></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-18044317094011678062009-11-09T12:38:00.000-08:002009-11-10T11:49:29.012-08:00Stewardship SeasonThis Sunday the pastor preached about stewardship. I have heard the message before and I am sure to hear it again--several more times this year and then several more times every stewardship season for the rest of my life! Eachtime I hear the message it is a little different--each year it has a new spin to it. As I listened to the sermon I couldn't help but wonder how much time pastors and commitment committees spend trying to invent new and convincing ways to ask church members to tithe. How much time is spent looking over the budget--making sure everything is distributed well and cost-efficient? More than anything I wondered why we don't take this sort of approach to all aspects of our Christian lives? <br /><br />Imagine a church that consistently re-examined all aspects of their faith and community. We could have a "worship season" in which we asked ourselves if our worship is meaningful to the members, attractive to visitors, and centered on God. We could recruit teachers and train them and call it "nurture and growth season." The possibilites are endless! Imagine a church that never settled into a comfortable routine but instead was open to change as it's members change and the needs of the world change. What if the church regularly asked, "are we doing the best we can--for each other, for the community, for God?" What if we habitually examined and renewed our faith? I am not saying there is a constant need to reinvent the wheel.<br /><br /> I am not saying that change is always the answer. I am simply suggesting that individuals and the church could benefit from reflection, examination and creativity.Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-41383785535633500182009-10-20T13:45:00.000-07:002009-10-20T14:32:44.196-07:00God's CallI have felt challenged in many ways since moving to New Orleans. The past few weeks have been particularly difficult. I could tell you all about the things that are not going as planned--but it would be misleading because those things would give the impression that things aren't going well. Rather, things are just not going how I planned! Apparently my plan is not what God intended--maybe one day we will get on the same page. I still feel at peace with my decision to serve in New Orleans. I feel like God has called me to this place. So I thought I would share with you what I love about New Orleans and being a YAV.<div><br /><div>Things that have kept me going this month:</div><div><br /><div>-Until this weekend it was still 90 degrees outside. It cooled down some but I still don't need a coat</div><div>-Running for a cause. You should donate! http://pages.teamintraining.org/la/mardigra10/autley</div><div>-Free concerts at the park</div><div>-A friend at church who is also trying to figure out the path God is calling her to follow</div><div>-The idea that maybe God is calling me to Metairie Ridge simply to be an example of how young adults can work and dedicate themselves to the church (thanks Kathy!)</div><div>-Being able to play the piano whenever I want and exploring new worship music</div><div>-Learning to play the ukulele</div><div>-Talking about what it means to be a Presbyterian with an elderly woman as we waited in line for a flu shot</div><div>-Looking at Casey's church website and blog and seeing her dedication and passion for music ministries</div><div>-Pecan Praline Coffee</div><div>-Exploring my bible and learning how to back up my faith with scripture</div><div>-Starring at a candle in silence with my roommates--taking time to reflect, process, and pray</div></div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-67188384369146353822009-10-14T07:15:00.000-07:002009-10-14T07:46:55.222-07:002 posts in 2 days!Before moving to New Orleans, I invested in some new running shoes. A new pair of shoes is not cheap so I am now obligated to run! I have decided to train for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mardi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gras</span> Marathon as a member of The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LLS</span>) Team In Training.<br /><br />As a member of the program, I have pledged to train on the behalf of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Faron</span> Benoit. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Faron</span> is 14 years old and loves sports and video games. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Faron</span> is also a survivor of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hodgkin's</span> Lymphoma.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlI55DLRB9jI6JZBTBUABXzx9YxzvzssD0TXD9Qo4kOm8_TKn4uf_mWJFyiuWPGe7SyEEOx8eyLV3lCqSZe91uOOJn3dwSH33MdEzIlPTCeL45U8k5y7qWlvvEzeAbB29pSbiE6RN-W-w/s1600-h/tnt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392466193052734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlI55DLRB9jI6JZBTBUABXzx9YxzvzssD0TXD9Qo4kOm8_TKn4uf_mWJFyiuWPGe7SyEEOx8eyLV3lCqSZe91uOOJn3dwSH33MdEzIlPTCeL45U8k5y7qWlvvEzeAbB29pSbiE6RN-W-w/s320/tnt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In addition to running, I have also pledged to raise money for leukemia, Hodgkin and non-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hodgkin's</span> lymphoma, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">myeloma</span> research and patient services programs. My goal is to run 26.2 miles and raise $2500. If you would like to donate, please go to my website: <a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/la/mardigra10/autley">http://pages.teamintraining.org/la/mardigra10/autley</a>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-14389719927507106492009-10-13T08:59:00.001-07:002009-10-13T09:43:48.588-07:00In Stony Point, small groups and some training sessions were divided based on the location of our service (international or national). After being in New Orleans for a couple of months I think they might have made a mistake with the New Orleans YAV placements! New Orleans definitely feels more like like a foreign country!<br /><br />This weekend has been one of the most eventful in my life, and without a doubt the most eventful of my time in Nola. Thursday night our house was broken into. The man wanted money and was surely disappointed that we had none! You can say a prayer of thanks because we are all okay and the man is in jail. Friday we helped at the food bank, and went to a home dedication ceremony. Saturday I had my first marathon training (ps. I am training for a marathon--more on that another time) and presbytery meeting at which we were commissioned for service. Sunday was a typical day. I drove through the rivers in New Orleans (previously known as streets) to go to bible study. I came home to find my roommates pouring buckets of rain water from their cars. Oh...we also had three visitors from out of town this weekend! <br /><br />In the midst of all the emotion, tension, and stress I also experienced the best moment (so far!) of my time here in New Orleans. On Friday we attended a home dedication ceremony in the lower ninth ward. For those of you who haven't seen New Orleans since Katrina here are some pictures of the area...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6N5BFOWvOoQplyIU4FPcsKBbeuUVEyAwZug-tAnBUG-FZxHmWDQr-UrPhjFthjzDfXv2cxllaLMAxbEUpdm_ogaD89suUmk8S6OTO-8XlQIHgXC4V1xKKUMcbggQWQ31mQ7E1dQrnU/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392118938139770530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6N5BFOWvOoQplyIU4FPcsKBbeuUVEyAwZug-tAnBUG-FZxHmWDQr-UrPhjFthjzDfXv2cxllaLMAxbEUpdm_ogaD89suUmk8S6OTO-8XlQIHgXC4V1xKKUMcbggQWQ31mQ7E1dQrnU/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvB8qzZRQv0BkS0mHNUPWz0Z0vxVVOrVMfbcCDI2hSSQZhBwuogP52TKLqf6cRLr4JvZy2K2RnuydQ-y5r30CNGSEWO5Qukj1nM6TJgwbUDctEPue_SR3nw2XtTCTg1hB9idTKUuEDRI/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392118948800510386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvB8qzZRQv0BkS0mHNUPWz0Z0vxVVOrVMfbcCDI2hSSQZhBwuogP52TKLqf6cRLr4JvZy2K2RnuydQ-y5r30CNGSEWO5Qukj1nM6TJgwbUDctEPue_SR3nw2XtTCTg1hB9idTKUuEDRI/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>The first picture is taken from on top the levee that broke. This area used to be filled with houses. This picture (which I stole from google) is musicians village in the upper ninth ward. This is just to give you an idea of the architecture and layout of the neighborhood pre-Katrina.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEPu6QEfT8Q5vrsXf_2i6FLQ7ZBfZKclSw9ZF54ss4qao317Aj7rHZT_czYLsoIzKzbDIqf0-A7tZl3wbsaQQhRiLJyuS_O9dYCJyeIP5ehtiylQzQMSR_9F3XlodJtRWgJXdJfwXcNw/s1600-h/nola-musicians-village.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392123065575794514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJEPu6QEfT8Q5vrsXf_2i6FLQ7ZBfZKclSw9ZF54ss4qao317Aj7rHZT_czYLsoIzKzbDIqf0-A7tZl3wbsaQQhRiLJyuS_O9dYCJyeIP5ehtiylQzQMSR_9F3XlodJtRWgJXdJfwXcNw/s320/nola-musicians-village.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Back to the story...The house dedication ceremony was for a women who remodeled her house just before Katrina hit and then suffered many set backs on the road to recovery, including being hit by a car. In the beginning of the ceremony, Christina (the house's construction assistant) sang the song <em>At Last by </em>Etta James. I have heard this song a hundred times at karaoke but I will never hear it the same again after listening to it the context of the home dedication ceremony. At the end of the ceremony the home owner had the opportunity to speak. Through her tears, all she could say was "I Give Thanks to God." It was an incredibly touching moment that I will not soon forget. In the midst of a crazy weekend it was also a great and much needed reminder of why I am in New Orleans.</div></div>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-9758052330864111092009-10-06T07:46:00.000-07:002009-10-06T08:36:17.795-07:00Simple LivingEvery time I was interviewed for the YAV program I was asked what I worried about or what I thought would be the biggest challenge of my YAV year. Without hesitation I would answer, "simple living." I really like to buy things (especially cloths), I love to go out and do things, I like to eat good (expensive) food, I hate to cook, and I like to have my own space. I was not sure about having a roommate and living on a small stipend. <br /><br />Parts of living on a small stipend have been difficult for me. And really, "difficult" is an overstatement. Shopping and eating out were such a part of my routine in Columbus--you might even call them a bit of an addiction. However, the recovery process is going well and I am learning how to cope with my addictions =)<br /><br />Other parts of simple living have been great. Since college, I have spent most weekends going out to eat, going to a movie, going to a bar, etc. These things are fun but cost a lot of money. We know we can't afford to go out all the time in New Orleans so we are forced to be creative with out outings. This past weekend we all donated blood so we could get into a haunted house for free (saved $20). Other Saturday activities (we call them funtivities) include going to the SPCA to play with puppies and to an art market. It takes some time finding these funtivities but it is worth it. We are living simply and exploring so many of the things this city has to offer.<br /><br />Living in intentional Christian community has also been a good experience. I love always having people to talk to and people to go places with. I like the idea of being dependant on people. I am in a Bible study on Monday nights and we have been studying the life of Paul. This week we talked about Paul's conversion experience on the road to Damascus. One of the lessons in this scripture is that we should be dependant on Jesus but I think God wants us to be dependant on each other as well. Jesus could have opened the eyes of Paul but he choose to work through Ananias. There are also a few chapters in Acts which describe how the believers lived in community and shared everything they owned. The believers always had enough, not only because God provides, but because they shared! I think American society values independence too much. It is refreshing to live in intentional community--to share and be dependant on each other.Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-25776517555792662022009-09-29T07:47:00.000-07:002009-09-29T08:19:26.167-07:00busy weekendIt has been a busy few days in the Big Easy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RYgo7jIMSQq0SpNUZrwKI6Unnv6sx1g7WZwHF4BRuZWlZmpB5tt_0wgsDic_4fkuIidU-1SDSYrxm4d46gACTkQLAzLrBMdMetAu-DjlRjRmJt0ddsIKMo8HJ2PJCiCgBBs2ijc9t6k/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905819731161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8RYgo7jIMSQq0SpNUZrwKI6Unnv6sx1g7WZwHF4BRuZWlZmpB5tt_0wgsDic_4fkuIidU-1SDSYrxm4d46gACTkQLAzLrBMdMetAu-DjlRjRmJt0ddsIKMo8HJ2PJCiCgBBs2ijc9t6k/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Thursday night we went to usher university. It was super boring but I am now an official volunteer for the Mahalia Jackson theater (only recently reopened). My roommates and I signed up to usher several shows including Cats, Tosca, and Yo-Yo Ma! This means we get to see all these shows for free--although I will probably be standing in the rafters at Yo-Yo Ma.<br /><br />Friday night Dan and I went to the Seafood Festival. We split a shrimp po-boy (the best I have had so far) and an order or fried alligator. I don't think I will eat any more alligator. There was also live entertainment (because there is always live entertainment in New Orleans) and lots of dancing. Afterward we had some coffee and good conversation. These moments, sitting around talking about faith and theology, are what I love about living in intentional Christian community.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ-GRpXLMG43yUdzNqNDLhZZRfDXYl8TZ3BVGsGo8Dx3UpMpUISY4jRVmdXyVxPDESTwVNg51Rbwin4NQS2F0lb8gIKDGABqK1g-a2eyycPNR066Twj0kTvGZGwdmUSnm68MbjMAxCLk/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905814264820930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ-GRpXLMG43yUdzNqNDLhZZRfDXYl8TZ3BVGsGo8Dx3UpMpUISY4jRVmdXyVxPDESTwVNg51Rbwin4NQS2F0lb8gIKDGABqK1g-a2eyycPNR066Twj0kTvGZGwdmUSnm68MbjMAxCLk/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saturday I managed to talk everyone into going to the beach even though it was supposed to rain all day long. It was very cold and rainy when we got there but after only ten minutes it cleared up. We saw a water spout out over the ocean--very cool--and by the end of the day the sun even came out. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Cx-g2OrZLjI8fKTB9Vf8HX1hKiQ0ngXnQXrNkSFS2S5I8CP45MmhKxW6JYQbrjOI7hmMFjiDJvGjsFIQgb5zYiM2dfb5sKdMGnzV2O8GaDAruX_nRkQdHuEODs3An19PX_hw-TIpJA/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907628051049122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Cx-g2OrZLjI8fKTB9Vf8HX1hKiQ0ngXnQXrNkSFS2S5I8CP45MmhKxW6JYQbrjOI7hmMFjiDJvGjsFIQgb5zYiM2dfb5sKdMGnzV2O8GaDAruX_nRkQdHuEODs3An19PX_hw-TIpJA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a>Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150929462931149264.post-81431947454076441632009-09-25T08:10:00.000-07:002009-09-25T08:58:07.664-07:00It has been a difficult week for me at work. This will probably be reflected in the scatteredness (that isn't even a word) of this posting. Things are very quiet and not too busy. Being an extrovert, it is draining for me to be in an office all day with only one other person and sometimes by myself. I am tired, but not discouraged. I have always been a very busy person, often putting in 14-16 hour days. I like this lifestyle and it allows me to push aside things that are difficult or not much fun. It probably isn't' the healthiest lifestyle. It is my tendency to want to do things. Part of being in mission is not always doing but sometimes just being. The idea of accompaniment was introduced to me in orientation and is still a concept I think about a lot. I am still trying to decide what it means, especially in the context of my year in New Orleans.<br /><br />I have spent a lot of time this week playing through music that might be appropriate for a casual/contemporary worship. I came across this song in Faith We Sing. It was exactly what I needed to sing and hear this week. God challenges us because it provides us opportunities for growth.<br /><br />"Come and Find the Quiet Center"<br /><br />Come and find the quiet center in the crowded life we lead,<br />find the room for hope to enter, find the frame where we are freed:<br />Clear the chaos and the clutter, clear our eyes that we can see<br />all the things that really matter, be at peace and simply be.<br /><br />Silence is a friend who claims us, cools the heat and slows the pace,<br />God it is who speaks and names us, knows our being, touches base,<br />making space within our thinking, lifting shades to show the sun,<br />raising courage when we're shrinking, finding scope for faith begun.<br /><br />In the Spirit let us travel, open to each other's pain,<br />let our loves and fears unravel, celebrate the space we gain:<br />There's a place for deepest dreaming, there's a time for heart to care,<br />in the Spirit's lively scheming there is always room to spare.Allie in New Orleanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01212900542649517401noreply@blogger.com0