Monthly Archives: July 2018

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The Prie Dieu (prayer desk)

The Prie Dieu (prayer desk)

I love to work with wood! It is not only cathartic, it is indeed renewing, restoring and allows me to reclaim the joy of recreating!

So, it is, each summer I intentionally “find” a project. This time around it feels like this project “found” me. It was “buried” in the basement of the church – Saint Mary the Virgin in Chappaqua, NY (church basements are fascinating places, filled with hidden gems and valuable history!)

Sometimes it takes, digging deeper to discover the wonder of yesteryear!

I found a Prie Dieu (prayer desk) given “to the glory of God and in memory of a certain Alice Lyon.”

The Prie Dieu, was encrusted with layers of dust, in pieces and at first glance looked like another piece of junk.

I set up shop, in the basement, slowly and carefully putting it all together….a challenge in itself, simply because there were no screws, nails or any other evidence of how it was constructed…..except by tight joints and a craftsmanship of the highest standard.

A high-quality glue and special clamps were used, painstakingly accomplishing the original construction.

A deliberate decision was made not to sand or varnish it. It was meticulously wiped down and one coating of special oil completed the work….see pictures below!

Too much detail you may say. The truth be told; there is much more detail.

Renewing hope, restoring grace and reclaiming joy, rooted in the gift of prayer, takes time, patience and resting in the opportunities that arise from challenges.

My Mother taught me how to pray, through her persistent example, her gentle soulful heart and perseverance amidst the most challenging of times. When I am at a loss, or find it hard to pray, I catch myself praying those simple, yet powerful prayers Mum taught me.

As we live into these summer days, it is my very sincere prayer that each of us would embrace, hope, grace and joy.

Jesus represents the archetypal example of prayer. As we follow the Christ, with fever and purpose, may we in our day, truly be agents of renewing hope, restoring grace and reclaiming joy!

Alan G. Dennis

 

 



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Rolihlahla (Nelson) Mandela affectionately known as Madiba

Today this beloved Icon celebrated his 100thbirthday!  At the age of 12 he dreamed of contributing to the freedom of his people from segregation known as “apartheid” in South Africa.   He was given the name Nelson by a teacher, in accordance with the custom that schoolchildren should have “Christian” names.

I had heard of him, I had read about him, how he practiced law and eventually was incarcerated for 27 years. I was intrigued by his story of rebellion and imprisonment and his unending quest for justice.  On February 11, 1990 he was finally released.  The picture of his “walk to freedom” is permanently etched in my heart and mind!  However, I was only able to view it after the fact for a very personal reason.  It was at exactly the same time, 3 o’ clock precisely when he was released, that Alan, the love of my life, was instituted as the first non-white rector at a predominantly white church in Cape Town!

I recall how our extended family all sat around our tiny television after the service and reception had ended.  We were spell-bound and silent as we listened to this soft-spoken man speak of his joy upon his release and heeded his call to promote peace and love.  The jubilant crowds carried me along as people danced and shouted and cried “happy” tears.

Upon his election in 1994 as our first democratically-elected president, he set up the truth and reconciliation committee chaired by Archbishop Desmond Tutu.  I was honored to be present at the swearing-in ceremony. I had been selected to escort 15 students from a local school where I was a senior teacher.  A magical moment happened when this amazing leader, glanced up at the balcony where we were seated and smiled broadly, waved and said hello.  It felt as if he was smiling just at me!  I felt tears run down my cheeks and I knew that this was a moment I would never forget! I had been irreversibly “touched” by love, humility and peace!

Many years later and continents away, I still remember it with awe and wonder!  There has never been someone who has moved me to choose kindness and joy, as this caregiver of forgiveness and love!  His legacy will always inspire me to be the best I can be in all aspects of my life!  He truly epitomized that love comes more naturally to the human heart, and reminded us that love is taught, and hate has to be learnt! (as so eloquently shared by President Obama).

Happy 100thbirthday Madiba!  You continue to be a beacon of hope and peace!  I revere and honor you and thank you for enriching my life in such a memorable way!

Jenny Dennis – July 18, 2018


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A summer message

“Pour out on us, O Lord, that same Spirit by which your deacon Ephrem rejoiced to proclaim in sacred song the mysteries of faith; and so gladden our hearts that we, like him, may be devoted to you alone”
~ a great cloud of witnesses, a calendar of commemorations

As we live through these summer days, I have been reflecting on the past program year, and also preparing for the next. In doing so, I have become starkly aware of the unsung saints of God, who by their life, witness and example teach us so much.
On June 10, the church remembered Ephrem of Edessa, Syria, who was a Deacon in the church. It is my prayer that the following excerpt, from “a great cloud of witnesses,” will give us all hope and encourage us on our journey during this summer, and beyond.
Ephrem of Edessa, Syria
Deacon, 373
“Ephrem of Edessa was a teacher, poet, orator, and defender of the faith—a voice of Aramaic Christianity, speaking the language Jesus spoke, using the imagery Jesus used. Edessa, a Syrian city, was a center for the spread of Christianity in the East long before the conversion of the western Roman empire.
The Syrians called Ephrem “The Harp of the Holy Spirit,” and his hymns still enrich the liturgies of the Syrian Church.
Ephrem was born at Nisibis in Mesopotamia. At eighteen, he was baptized by James, Bishop of Nisibis. It is believed that Ephrem accompanied James to the famous Council of Nicaea in 325. He lived at Nisibis until 363, when the Persians captured the city and drove out the Christians.
Ephrem retired to a cave in the hills above the city of Edessa. There he wrote most of his spiritual works. He lived on barley bread and dried herbs, sometimes varied by greens. He drank only water. His clothing was a mass of patches. But he was not a recluse, and frequently went to Edessa to preach. Discovering that hymns could be of great value in support of the true faith, he opposed Gnostic hymns with his own, sung by a choir of women. An example is, “From God Christs Deity came forth.” (Episcopal Hymnal # 443)
During a famine in 372–373, he distributed food and money to the poor and organized a sort of ambulance service for the sick. He died of exhaustion, brought on by his long hours of relief work. Of his writings, there remain 72 hymns, commentaries on the Old and New Testaments, and numerous homilies. In his commentary on the Passion, he wrote: “No one has seen or shall see the things which you have seen. The Lord himself has become the altar, priest, and bread, and the chalice of salvation. He alone suffices for all, yet none suffices for him. He is Altar and Lamb, victim and sacrifice, priest as well as food.” ~ a great cloud of witnesses, a calendar of commemorations
As we enjoy these summer days, may we be challenged to follow his example, with a song in our hearts, as we seek to serve those in need around us, and in or world.
Alan Dennis


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Phenomenal persons and cherished moments that shaped my life

It is my opinion that coaching stems from the belief that we have the answers and resolve within ourselves. A coach just happens to be the person who unlocks that potential.  We have the tool box, we just need more and/or different tools and the direction to use those tools.

Mentoring however involves a lasting relationship that supports growth and development of someone who is less experienced and knowledgeable.  The mentor usually has one or more areas of expertise and the mentee must want to learn and benefit from this opportunity which always entails communication.

There are differences between the two:

Coaching is task-oriented whereas mentoring is relationship-oriented!

Coaching is usually short-term, mentoring is long-term

Coaching is more likely performance driven, mentoring is development driven

Coaching focuses primarily on ability, mentoring on attitude

Coaching is usually around a specific objective, mentoring has an open and evolving agenda.

 

Both roles enhance skills, knowledge and performance and also inspires respect as a role model! In some instances, they intersect each other and enrich the lives of the recipient in a profound and insightful manner! I was fortunate enough to be the beneficiary of many of these “coinciding” gifts!

 

My maternal grandma had a great influence on my life.  She died when I was 30 years of age and all these years later, her voice continues to be a constant echo in my spirit.  I catch myself saying “my grandma said” so often that it has become a check-in moment during some conversations with my husband and adult children: “is that you or is that your grandma speaking?” Actually, I do not mind the teasing because it is a convenient excuse if I don’t want to own the moment!

Beside grandma who positively impacted my life, there were also well-intentioned persons who colored my world rather negatively.  Thank goodness that grandma used to say: “every lesson, good or bad, teaches you something about yourself, so identify what it is and learn from it.

I will be sharing experiences from various persons who have inspired me. They shaped my world as they expanded my opinions, my filters and my views.   They showed me how to funnel my judgments and take a stand in a compelling way with true conviction, thoughtfulness and responsibility.  Many of them groomed me to stand up for my beliefs and work at my disbeliefs. Many of them were either a coach or a mentor and a few were interconnected, but I also had a few who set off a spark within me by their very existence and zest for life!

I am forever indebted to the role-models who walked and continue to walk, beside me.  I hope you will join me, over the next few weeks, as I acknowledge and express my gratitude to those who inspired, informed, encouraged, nurtured, moved, motivated and challenged me.

Jenny Dennis – July 11, 2018