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How do YOU do home church during COVID?

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

photo from ComeUntoChrist.org

In a recent Christian Science Monitor article called “Virtual Sunday School: Where faith endures during Lockdown”, Rachel Lambourne of Fremont, CA, responds to a question about how having church at home works for her and her young family during this age of COVID.

Rachel says, “I think the peace that we generally feel when we are together, when we are praying together – that peace is the only thing that can really transcend all of the worry and confusion.”

Sister Lambourne is a bright, creative, talented Latter-day Saint with four children and a fine husband. (Full disclosure: she is also my niece.) Her family adapts to church at home by inviting the children to pick songs and give talks.

People from other faith traditions in the CSM article mention the added challenge of now being responsible for the religious education of their children.

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The Boggart in My Closet

By Jessie Christensen

Crazy Cat LadyIn the world of Harry Potter, a boggart is a shape-shifting creature that hides in enclosed spaces like closets or cabinets. When released, the boggart takes on the shape of its victim’s worst fear. At school, Harry and his friends battle boggarts that look like giant spiders, disappointed teachers, or bloody mummies; in one particularly poignant scene towards the end of the series, Molly Weasley confronts a boggart that keeps turning into each of her family members dying, in turn. I’ve got a boggart in my closet, and it seems to change shape too. Sometimes it looks like the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons, spouting gibberish and flinging cats at anyone who tries to approach her. Other days I think it might be Eponine, patron saint of lonely third-wheels perpetually stuck in the friend zone. Perhaps it’s Miss Havisham, moldering away in her wedding dress.

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Change Is Coming

By Kellie Purcill

I can feel change coming, taste it like dust and jasmine on my tongue, but I can’t work out the direction, or what it will mean, or how it will cause bits of me to crumble away and reveal the pink and twitchy bits I try to hide. From everyone. Change is coming, and I’ve …

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Singular Opportunities

Today’s post comes from Ellen Patton, born and raised in Van Nuys, California and moved to Boston 21 years ago sight-unseen. She has loved living in New England since that first day when she said, “this apartment is OLD”. Her hobbies are late-night baking, antiquing, reading books and magazines, sewing, quilting, exploring in New England, spending time with friends, writing letters, watching movies, and photography. She owns a loft condo with 18 foot ceilings in a converted high school. During the day she works as an assistant to the President at MIT, and has word processing, photocard, and photography businesses on the side. Ellen has 3 brothers, 11 nieces and nephews, and a bus fleet of friends. She currently serves as the RSP in the Arlington Ward. She is a daily blogger at Big Red EP .

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Ten years ago this month I went to China for two weeks with my good friend when she adopted her second daughter. (She said she invited me to go because I was good in groups and she knew I wouldn’t tell her what to do with the baby.) There were seven families from Boston traveling in our group. I spent time on the Great Wall, visited two orphanages, took a boat ride along the Li River, witnessed the families meeting their daughters for the first time and enjoyed traveling for two weeks in an amazing country (we traveled to Beijing, Nanning, Guilin, Guangzhou and Hong Kong.) I captured the two-week trip on 55 rolls of film–it was a memorable experience! I don’t think my friend would have invited me if I had had my own family (and I probably wouldn’t have left a family behind to travel to a third world country).

When my older brother, a sportswriter living in Florida, was diagnosed with a brain tumor at age thirty-seven, I saw him a dozen times during the eighteen months before his death. His becoming a hospice patient coincided with a timely layoff from my job, and I flew from Boston to Florida and spent two months; caring for him and helping his wife and three children with the day-to-day duties of their household. I would not trade that time in my life for anything. For all the sad memories that I have of his struggling as his mind and body stopped working correctly, I have many sweet memories—of his recognizing me after his first brain surgery, feeding him jell-o in the middle of the night, asking him sports trivial pursuit questions, and talking about what life after death would be like.

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UP CLOSE: Living Single– For a Reason

When people ask Lisa where she is from, she says she’s from heaven. She currently lives in Arizona where she’s working on a Ph.D. in educational psychology. Previously she taught elementary computers where her students nicknamed her Miss Giggles. She loves elephants, quilting, running marathons, and reading children’s literature. Throughout her life she’s frequently been compared to a butterfly, either because she’s graceful or because she likes to float along in her own world and occasionally touch down on reality. She can be found blogging at Random Giggles

If we are all being honest, we have to admit that at some point we have at least thought it about someone we know who happens to be both single and, oh, say, over the age of 22. They must still be single for a reason.

Rarely is that reason ever stated, but the implied reasons are never good ones. He’s still single because he’s too immature, because he’s lacking in social skills, because his priorities are mixed up, because he’s addicted to pornography. She’s still single because she’s too focused on her school/career, because she could stand to lose a few pounds, because she’s too much like one of the boys and isn’t feminine enough.

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A Living Sacrifice

By Kathyrn Lynard

I SHIFTED MY WEIGHT on the pew and sighed as the sacrament meeting speaker stood to begin his talk. Seven months pregnant, I was swollen and sore, big-bellied, and exhausted from the constant demands of my five young children who were crawling on and off my nearly nonexistent lap, whispering (or not) in my ear, …

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Last but Not Least

By Julie Rowse

I’VE ALWAYS DONE EVERYTHING LATER than my friends. I was the last girl in my Beehive class to wear makeup. I didn’t decide on a career until I was twenty-two. I left for my mission when I was twenty-three—nearly two years after most girls leave—and it took me nine years to finish my bachelor’s degree. And …

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