My friend Christine at Brave and Reckless has posted a poetry challenge. While I'm not usually a poetry writer, this one spoke to me. Our instructions were to write about a life experience using only 10 objects. Immediately, I thought about celebrating the Eucharist. Here's my poem:
Brown pottery plate, with spiral center
Freshly baked bread and sweet port wine
Ancient words, spoken aloud
Hands hold bread and bless
10/13/2018 08:57:09 am
I think where I grew up, it is so unfair that they let everyone undergo all these in a mandatory way. I mean you can't get married if you weren't baptised, and if you did not get a confirmation and first communion. It's silly if you think about it. These rituals had nothing to do on how you expect to live the rest of your lives. I mean there is nothing wrong with attending a seminar because you can really learn a lot of things. But they shouldn't be too strict with people who aren't interested. They won't be able to encourage more people to listen to them if they keep doing that.
7/25/2019 11:51:07 am
I felt like I was a hostage right now. I am trapped in people's kindness. Somebody wanted me to stay in a place I never liked even from the beginning. I felt I was blackmailed into staying because I have been surrounded by cute little animals. They are all talented. Everyone can draw. Everyone thinks they can sing or play music. I have never met such people who think so highly of themselves yet so insecure that they have to brag and beg for credit all the time for their merits.
1/4/2019 02:32:44 am
I agree with you. I know that religions must respect each others perception. When I got married, my husband and I agreed that we must respect each others faith and let our child choose her or his religion. Up until now, my child is not baptized in any religion and I let him decide on his own free will when he grows up. What matters more is that we should guide him with kindness and courage. He must be kind and be intellectual enough to understand every situation he will be facing.
4/12/2019 09:56:24 pm
I remember having the communion when I was in my fourth or third grade. At first, it was really fun and exciting because it makes me feel like I am mature. As time goes by, I am slowly realizing the essence and thought of the purpose of it. It is not that I am, against my religion, but I am a bit confused on why it became so mandatory. As you can observe nowadays, religion makes people apart. I am not saying that all religion does, but some are.
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I'm Fran Gardner-Smith. I'm an Episcopal priest, a wife, a grandmother, a feminist, a writer, and an artist.