Moving.

20 Nov

Dear Reader,

The Gathering Hope blog has moved. You can now find it at the following link: https://gatheringhope.wordpress.com/

Thanks for reading.

Sincerely,
Jodie

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Nothing unusual, nothing strange…

19 Oct

Nothing unusual nothing strange
Close to nothing at all

The same old scenario the same old rain
and there’s no explosions here

Then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at all

I saw a spaceship fly by your window
did you see it disappear?

Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of Of O
Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century brings a change for you and me

Nothing unusual nothing’s changed
Just a little older that’s all

You know when you’ve found it there’s something I’ve learned
’cause you feel it when they take it away hey hey

Then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at all

But I’m not a miracle and you’re not a saint
just another soldier on a road to nowhere

Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of O
tell it like you still believe that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me

Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of o
tell it like you still believe that the end of the century
brings a change for you and me

“Faithful” (Jennifer Knapp)

1 Oct

All the chisels I’ve dulled carving idols of stone

that have crumbled like sand ‘neath the waves

I’ve recklessly built all my dreams in the sand,

just to watch them all wash away

Through another day, another trial

Another chance to reconcile

To One who sees past all I’ve seen,

and reaching out my weary hand,

I pray that you’d understand,

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

All the pennies I’ve wasted in my wishing well

I have thrown like storms to the sea.

I have cast my lots, dropped my guard, searched aimlessly,

for a faith to be faithful to me.

Through another day, another trial,

Another chance to reconcile

To One who sees past all I’ve seen,

and reaching out my weary hand,

I pray that you’d understand,

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

All the chisels I’ve dulled carving idols of stone

that have crumbled like sand ‘neath the waves

I’ve recklessly built all my dreams in the sand,

just to watch them all wash away

Through another day, another trial

Another chance to reconcile

To One who sees past all I’ve seen,

and reaching out my weary hand,

I pray that you’d understand,

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

All the pennies I’ve wasted in my wishing well

I have thrown like storms to the sea.

I have cast my lots, dropped my guard, searched aimlessly,

for a faith to be faithful to me.

Through another day, another trial,

Another chance to reconcile

To One who sees past all I’ve seen,

and reaching out my weary hand,

I pray that you’d understand,

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

You’re the only one who’s faithful to me.

I Remember…

1 Oct

(Warning, Only the 1st half of this song is good. That is why I am only posting the first half of the lyrics.)

“I Remember”
(Damien Rice)

I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
‘Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down…

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth…

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down…

Ridiculous!

29 Sep

Today, the Pandora “Toddler” station played this song.

Jack kept cutting his eyes over & looking at me knowingly. When the man sang, “And I hope you sing along.” Jack said,“Umm, but we are not going to sing along with this song, because it is ridiculous!”

A song for every season of trouble.

27 Sep

“Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul”

Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to Thee
Though prostrate in the dust

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner’s prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there

Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet

“Before You Know What Kindness Really Is”

18 Sep

I heard this read on NPR tonight as I drove home from church. I wish I had heard it this summer; it is something I would have liked to have shared with my fellow chaplaincy interns in Philly. (If you are reading this, I miss you all. You are each amazing individuals.)

“Before You Know What Kindness Really Is”
(from The Words Under the Words, by Naomi Shihab Nye)

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.