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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 358 :: christmas kindness

24 Dec
{be}

Today I continue the month of Christmas Kindness!

We decked the halls tonight. Football. Sunday. Church. Family. Games. Elf on a Shelf. Christmas Eve dinner. Tracking Santa’s sleigh on an app. Calling family.

It all makes for a beautiful tradition. And the kindest moment of all was just being there.

Tonight, in church, the pastor spoke of the importance of “being” is the kindest gift of all. The biggest gift we can share. The most we can possibly give to those we love.

And I agree.
So, here’s to being.
Thank you for being here. May you have a very Merry Christmas and beautiful holiday traditions.

What could be more kind?

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{being here}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 354 :: away in a manger

25 Dec

Today’s bliss…singing.

In church.

Merry Christmas!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{singing?}
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Day 346: 12 days of christmas :: fear less hope more

13 Dec

As the holiday approaches (and there is still no snow in the ground!) I am officially getting into the Christmas Spirit.

It all starts tonight and continues as we count down 12 days until Christmas.

And today I am reminded about my promise this year to be LOVEMORE+FEARLESS.  Especially by this photo my friend Pam sent me:

fear less hope more

It’s been an amazing year already, and I know these last few weeks left in 2012 will continue to provide more hope, love and peace — because, after all,  ’tis the season.

Take tonight for instance.

As I sat down to write this post, I heard a familiar song on the Pandora Radio station I listen to while I write …but I couldn’t place it.

There were no words, lyrics, voices for me to recognize. Just subtle keys of a piano talking to me.

Finally I had enough wondering, “what’s that song?” and just clicked over to inspect.

Nearer My God To Thee.
Wouldn’t you know it.

It took me back to my teenage years, standing and singing among the pews of church.

Or if on joyful wing,
cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
upwards I fly,

And then I remembered that part.

The part that sends everyone’s singing voice two octaves higher, piercing the sound barrier inside the church, shattering stained glass windows — usually brought on by an old, decrepit lady in the front of the room who sings not just high soprano, but OLD LADY high soprano.

It begins with the word “STILL” and doesn’t end until you’re nearer your God to Thee.

Still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Tonight, this song also reminded me of one of favorite parts of Christmas — church.

I love seeing the little children in their Christmas duds, the boys sparkling and decked out in little suits, the girls in frilly dresses and ribbons in their hair. Usually they come all packed together in a pew trying not to squirm out of their skin.

I love singing Christmas songs. I especially love singing Christmas songs by candlelight.

I love seeing the faces of strangers, neighbors, friends and family alike, all celebrating each other and the miracles we otherwise forget during the rest of the year.

And, I especially love the decrepit, old ladies who sit in the front pew and sing ten octaves higher than everyone else in church.

Because someday I hope to be one too.

Until then, I leave you with this:

Fear less.
Hope more.
Whine less.
Breathe more.
Talk less.
Say more.
Hate less.
Love more.

Happy Holidays.
xo~Jamie

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Day 231: amazing grace

19 Aug

The first time I ever went on my own to church was not for the grace of God.

It was for a boy.
The Cute Boy.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

I spotted him at school in our junior high hallways, and then saw him again one Sunday when I tagged along with a friend and her family to the Methodist Church.  Once I knew where he went to church I accepted every invitation ever extended to worship.

Problem was, I was worshipping a really cute boy sitting a few pews behind me.  I know, it’s sad that a boy (who didn’t know I existed) led me to church.

T’was Grace that taught…
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear…
the hour I first believed.

Today, as I sat in the second pew of the Union Chapel, in Oak Bluffs, I remembered the boy who first led me to church — that is, freely and of my own volition.

It’s not like church was a foreign place to me, my grandfather was a preacher.  My mother was devout.  My first memory of church is sitting in the front row, listening to my grandfather preach, while eating Cheerios out of my mother’s hand.  I was that little.

But, something happened after my grandfather died.  Inspiration and spirituality were still abundant in our lives, but church, for the most part, disappeared.

Through many dangers, toils and snares…
we have already come.
T’was Grace that brought us safe thus far…
and Grace will lead us home.

Until The Cute Boy entered mine.
I never had a single conversation with The Cute Boy.  He was just eye candy.  The Cute Boy and his family eventually moved away, but, somewhere in that process, I got hooked on church.

And, then my mother and I were diagnosed with cancer, within a month of each other.  We did everything together; surgeries together, lost our hair together, and we were baptisted together at that same church where The Cute Boy originally led me.

The Lord has promised good to me…
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be…
as long as life endures.

Today, as I stood under the beautiful octagon above the Union Chapel, sunlight spilling in the glass windows, singing Amazing Grace, my eyes began to tear.

I’m not sure why… it could have been the memory of my mother who always cried in church.  It could have been the spirit and the vibe in that tiny packed church filled with incredible song. It could have been the actual song, Amazing Grace, that has always called to me.

When we’ve been here ten thousand years…
bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise…
then when we’ve first begun.

And, then the woman standing next to me, a total stranger, saw the tears rolling down my eyes and reached for my hand.  Together we stood, she holding my hand, me sobbing like a baby, singing together.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

And, that made me think…
I suppose it doesn’t matter where you go or what leads you to worship, be it the father, the son, the holy ghost, or a really cute boy.

As long as your soul is touched and your spirit flies…
It is amazing grace.

Day 230: ah, the comedy of life

18 Aug

Comedy club tonight.  Church tomorrow. 

Lenny Clarke and Friends tonight.  Union Chapel tomorrow.

There’s something ironically perfect about that line up.
And something pretty funny too.

Ah. The comedy and inspiration of life.
Gotta love it. 

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