kyburg: (ebil)


We made it.

We're an Open and Affirming congregation, details to follow.

HAY. Anyone want to come to Thanksgiving dinner next Sunday? Our treat -

(And now, I can actually invite people without having to put any caveats on. Come. We want you. Yes, YOU. REALLY.)
kyburg: (ebil)


We made it.

We're an Open and Affirming congregation, details to follow.

HAY. Anyone want to come to Thanksgiving dinner next Sunday? Our treat -

(And now, I can actually invite people without having to put any caveats on. Come. We want you. Yes, YOU. REALLY.)
kyburg: (ebil)


We made it.

We're an Open and Affirming congregation, details to follow.

HAY. Anyone want to come to Thanksgiving dinner next Sunday? Our treat -

(And now, I can actually invite people without having to put any caveats on. Come. We want you. Yes, YOU. REALLY.)
kyburg: (ebil)
I'm really working hard to figure out how to do Easter this year - really, my priority is getting as many people I can down to the beach to fly kites. We're going to have Santa Ana winds in town, we will have just gotten rain - only problem is we have four kites and only two us to fly them. CONSIDER CRASHING MY PARTY.

That, and I want to make sure kid gets an Easter egg hunt - and if we can get church in, all the better - it will be one of the very few (maybe only) Sundays he will have off from work to do so. And I know some really sweet church ladies who will appreciate meeting him. So.

Juggle juggle.

I have the eggs boiled. I have to have the filled plastic kind and two of the really nice edible kind to preschool tomorrow AM. *lists* I need to sneak off and buy Easter basket trinkets.

Spent last Sunday seeing a niece get confirmed into her church, a very ritual-bound Lutheran sect I found amusing and rather uncomfortable to sit through.

No hymnals. They put everything up on a screen using Powerpoint. Three piece band and vocalist who they buried in the mix (*facesmacks*) between them. We must have stand-sit-stand-sit-stand enough times to qualify for step aerobics. They catechized their confirmands - something I'm more familiar seeing in Catholic practice, to be blunt. And it was kinda creepy. Then again, this is the church that hands out nails at the beginning of the Lenten season and suggests you wear them. (I can just see the faces of my congregation. 'You spent - money - on that? You know we're still sending our loose change offerings to Haiti, right?') Really. You're privileged to just walk in the door, right? God really is great and you suck! Over and over and over again. Got tired of people telling me God thinks I'm junk, lemme tellya.

Mom and I sat next to each other and kibbitzed. We're both UCC and 'in our church we wouldn't - ' Yeah, Mom. I know.

I think the only reason they're here is for the private school - which started out as daycare in the beginning. Not a good enough reason, you ask me. And did the kid even get a Bible? UH. NO. She got every other kind of trinket and piecemeal religious bookie thing.

I'll have to do something about that later.

(I've mentally slapped myself a few times thinking about flying Jesus on a kite on Easter. NO. But my poor head couldn't help it. WHY SO SERIOUS.)

But sweet Coyote Jesus, what a week so far.

Still coughing way too much, but at least I'm not as exhausted - though pretty worn out regardless. The one thing I've noted is just how often I eat dinner and within a few hours, am asleep. Can't do that with the regime - you have to be upright for at least two hours after a meal. Hrm. Didn't see that coming, but it was a useful education.

So -

Who has seen 'How To Train Your Dragon' and wants to squee with me about it?
kyburg: (ebil)
I'm really working hard to figure out how to do Easter this year - really, my priority is getting as many people I can down to the beach to fly kites. We're going to have Santa Ana winds in town, we will have just gotten rain - only problem is we have four kites and only two us to fly them. CONSIDER CRASHING MY PARTY.

That, and I want to make sure kid gets an Easter egg hunt - and if we can get church in, all the better - it will be one of the very few (maybe only) Sundays he will have off from work to do so. And I know some really sweet church ladies who will appreciate meeting him. So.

Juggle juggle.

I have the eggs boiled. I have to have the filled plastic kind and two of the really nice edible kind to preschool tomorrow AM. *lists* I need to sneak off and buy Easter basket trinkets.

Spent last Sunday seeing a niece get confirmed into her church, a very ritual-bound Lutheran sect I found amusing and rather uncomfortable to sit through.

No hymnals. They put everything up on a screen using Powerpoint. Three piece band and vocalist who they buried in the mix (*facesmacks*) between them. We must have stand-sit-stand-sit-stand enough times to qualify for step aerobics. They catechized their confirmands - something I'm more familiar seeing in Catholic practice, to be blunt. And it was kinda creepy. Then again, this is the church that hands out nails at the beginning of the Lenten season and suggests you wear them. (I can just see the faces of my congregation. 'You spent - money - on that? You know we're still sending our loose change offerings to Haiti, right?') Really. You're privileged to just walk in the door, right? God really is great and you suck! Over and over and over again. Got tired of people telling me God thinks I'm junk, lemme tellya.

Mom and I sat next to each other and kibbitzed. We're both UCC and 'in our church we wouldn't - ' Yeah, Mom. I know.

I think the only reason they're here is for the private school - which started out as daycare in the beginning. Not a good enough reason, you ask me. And did the kid even get a Bible? UH. NO. She got every other kind of trinket and piecemeal religious bookie thing.

I'll have to do something about that later.

(I've mentally slapped myself a few times thinking about flying Jesus on a kite on Easter. NO. But my poor head couldn't help it. WHY SO SERIOUS.)

But sweet Coyote Jesus, what a week so far.

Still coughing way too much, but at least I'm not as exhausted - though pretty worn out regardless. The one thing I've noted is just how often I eat dinner and within a few hours, am asleep. Can't do that with the regime - you have to be upright for at least two hours after a meal. Hrm. Didn't see that coming, but it was a useful education.

So -

Who has seen 'How To Train Your Dragon' and wants to squee with me about it?
kyburg: (ebil)
I'm really working hard to figure out how to do Easter this year - really, my priority is getting as many people I can down to the beach to fly kites. We're going to have Santa Ana winds in town, we will have just gotten rain - only problem is we have four kites and only two us to fly them. CONSIDER CRASHING MY PARTY.

That, and I want to make sure kid gets an Easter egg hunt - and if we can get church in, all the better - it will be one of the very few (maybe only) Sundays he will have off from work to do so. And I know some really sweet church ladies who will appreciate meeting him. So.

Juggle juggle.

I have the eggs boiled. I have to have the filled plastic kind and two of the really nice edible kind to preschool tomorrow AM. *lists* I need to sneak off and buy Easter basket trinkets.

Spent last Sunday seeing a niece get confirmed into her church, a very ritual-bound Lutheran sect I found amusing and rather uncomfortable to sit through.

No hymnals. They put everything up on a screen using Powerpoint. Three piece band and vocalist who they buried in the mix (*facesmacks*) between them. We must have stand-sit-stand-sit-stand enough times to qualify for step aerobics. They catechized their confirmands - something I'm more familiar seeing in Catholic practice, to be blunt. And it was kinda creepy. Then again, this is the church that hands out nails at the beginning of the Lenten season and suggests you wear them. (I can just see the faces of my congregation. 'You spent - money - on that? You know we're still sending our loose change offerings to Haiti, right?') Really. You're privileged to just walk in the door, right? God really is great and you suck! Over and over and over again. Got tired of people telling me God thinks I'm junk, lemme tellya.

Mom and I sat next to each other and kibbitzed. We're both UCC and 'in our church we wouldn't - ' Yeah, Mom. I know.

I think the only reason they're here is for the private school - which started out as daycare in the beginning. Not a good enough reason, you ask me. And did the kid even get a Bible? UH. NO. She got every other kind of trinket and piecemeal religious bookie thing.

I'll have to do something about that later.

(I've mentally slapped myself a few times thinking about flying Jesus on a kite on Easter. NO. But my poor head couldn't help it. WHY SO SERIOUS.)

But sweet Coyote Jesus, what a week so far.

Still coughing way too much, but at least I'm not as exhausted - though pretty worn out regardless. The one thing I've noted is just how often I eat dinner and within a few hours, am asleep. Can't do that with the regime - you have to be upright for at least two hours after a meal. Hrm. Didn't see that coming, but it was a useful education.

So -

Who has seen 'How To Train Your Dragon' and wants to squee with me about it?
kyburg: (Default)
Teabaggers were out in force at Farmer's Market Saturday. I thought about throwing tomatoes, but I realized it would be a waste of good produce.

I *so* wanted to yell 'you should be ASHAMED!' at them. Every last one of them educated under the GI Bill, and cared for under Medicare for at least the last ten years. All of them able to work at their chosen professional until they retired - WITH PENSIONS.

Not a one of them under 75. And they all wanted the CA legislature to go part time so 'we don't have to pay them anymore!'

I have to wait for the kid's final documents over 14 months as it is. Yeah, we need fewer legislative hours - uh huh, fer shure.

Here. Have some fun to share with a friend - this is the church I joined over the weekend:

You saw this one, I'm pretty sure of it.

But not too many places ran this one.

The current gripe is that Locusts Hiding The Family Focus on the Family got to buy airtime for the Super Bowl, but nobody else (including the UCC) could.

Your Monday, now in progress.
kyburg: (Default)
Teabaggers were out in force at Farmer's Market Saturday. I thought about throwing tomatoes, but I realized it would be a waste of good produce.

I *so* wanted to yell 'you should be ASHAMED!' at them. Every last one of them educated under the GI Bill, and cared for under Medicare for at least the last ten years. All of them able to work at their chosen professional until they retired - WITH PENSIONS.

Not a one of them under 75. And they all wanted the CA legislature to go part time so 'we don't have to pay them anymore!'

I have to wait for the kid's final documents over 14 months as it is. Yeah, we need fewer legislative hours - uh huh, fer shure.

Here. Have some fun to share with a friend - this is the church I joined over the weekend:

You saw this one, I'm pretty sure of it.

But not too many places ran this one.

The current gripe is that Locusts Hiding The Family Focus on the Family got to buy airtime for the Super Bowl, but nobody else (including the UCC) could.

Your Monday, now in progress.
kyburg: (Default)
Teabaggers were out in force at Farmer's Market Saturday. I thought about throwing tomatoes, but I realized it would be a waste of good produce.

I *so* wanted to yell 'you should be ASHAMED!' at them. Every last one of them educated under the GI Bill, and cared for under Medicare for at least the last ten years. All of them able to work at their chosen professional until they retired - WITH PENSIONS.

Not a one of them under 75. And they all wanted the CA legislature to go part time so 'we don't have to pay them anymore!'

I have to wait for the kid's final documents over 14 months as it is. Yeah, we need fewer legislative hours - uh huh, fer shure.

Here. Have some fun to share with a friend - this is the church I joined over the weekend:

You saw this one, I'm pretty sure of it.

But not too many places ran this one.

The current gripe is that Locusts Hiding The Family Focus on the Family got to buy airtime for the Super Bowl, but nobody else (including the UCC) could.

Your Monday, now in progress.
kyburg: (Default)
Because so many other things keep me on my feet and away from computers. Not the least of which is the habit of my largest cat sitting on the chair facing the one computer left on all the time.

Wait for another one to boot up? Can't. Too many plates spinning.

Friday, we arrived at the Family Courts office in Monterrey Park - an entirely cake and punch kind of place, clearly designed with children in mind. The architecture is fanciful, often decorated with crayon drawings kept in ceramic tile form and there are entire families present, with tables dedicated to coloring books and crayons.

Then you see the tables designated for 'attorney conferences' where some of the scariest men I ever saw pasted on hopeful smiles and interviewed nine year old girls in my hearing with questions leading to 'what brings you to court today, and what were you told to keep secret?'

Irony of ironies - everyone in attendence has an LJ.

Me. (Mom)
[livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo (Dad)
[livejournal.com profile] xanxanbell (Kiddo)
[livejournal.com profile] silverkun (Rey, the head of the committee)
[livejournal.com profile] catsonmars (Tommy, one of the members of said committee)

Our kid got his readoption on this side of the process completed that day. Pictures were taken, the judge was very impressed with him, us and the godfathers - and all it took was a couple of signatures, a sworn oath from the two of us and it was done.

Kid got a new teddy bear, which he has been inseparable from ever since. You ever wonder what those teddy bears given out by law enforement and other members of the community are worth - there you go. He LOVES it.

I saw so many of them that morning. And I saw at least half a dozen kids waiting their turn in court for things clearly Not So Happy as ours. And of course, a few that were!

We then went to Shin Sen Gumi in Monterrey Park and foundered on yakitori and shabu-shabu. Not to mention killing a most magnificent bottle of sake.

Back home, we all fall down for naps and order in Chinese food for dinner.

Saturday, we had a lovely day with Rey - and a *perfect* bonfire night at Dockweiler State Beach. I've got a couple of Twitpics from the sundown:

http://twitpic.com/yf0pk
http://twitpic.com/yf0zk

Sunday, Jim went back to work - while I took Rey out to the King's Hawaiian restaurant and we foundered on spam, fried rice, corned beef hash and french toast made with hawaiian bread. Oh, and Kona coffee. As much as we could put away. (Kid, we took out for fast food hash browns, his favorite breakfast, prior. That was a total win.) Then we washed my car, fed kid lunch at McDonald's (we both being stuffed from breakfast, still.)

I put kid down, and Rey went home.

Now, we are here.

I have documents that can remedy the name change that needs to be done so that he 'fits' into our family unit as a legal entity (we retained his entire Chinese name, just surrounded it with the name he will be known by) - but the final documents? Would you believe fourteen months before they arrive? Hooray California! Furlough those guys, yeah baby!

I'm also coughing again, have already been to the doctor and gotten antibiotics and here we go again. Right on time - something key happens, I get sick for it. (I got Christmas and New Years without sick. I should be grateful. What.)

Met with Pastor at church a while back (too busy to post about it) about joining church as full voting members, and that's happening next week. Would you believe the denomination I selected is actually the American arm of the Swiss Reformation Church, founded by Zwingli? Yes, I do believe Cliff has been here - again. Little shit.

And AOD is in two weeks. Boy, they are going to be LEAN weeks, lemme tellya.

So how was your weekend?
kyburg: (Default)
Because so many other things keep me on my feet and away from computers. Not the least of which is the habit of my largest cat sitting on the chair facing the one computer left on all the time.

Wait for another one to boot up? Can't. Too many plates spinning.

Friday, we arrived at the Family Courts office in Monterrey Park - an entirely cake and punch kind of place, clearly designed with children in mind. The architecture is fanciful, often decorated with crayon drawings kept in ceramic tile form and there are entire families present, with tables dedicated to coloring books and crayons.

Then you see the tables designated for 'attorney conferences' where some of the scariest men I ever saw pasted on hopeful smiles and interviewed nine year old girls in my hearing with questions leading to 'what brings you to court today, and what were you told to keep secret?'

Irony of ironies - everyone in attendence has an LJ.

Me. (Mom)
[livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo (Dad)
[livejournal.com profile] xanxanbell (Kiddo)
[livejournal.com profile] silverkun (Rey, the head of the committee)
[livejournal.com profile] catsonmars (Tommy, one of the members of said committee)

Our kid got his readoption on this side of the process completed that day. Pictures were taken, the judge was very impressed with him, us and the godfathers - and all it took was a couple of signatures, a sworn oath from the two of us and it was done.

Kid got a new teddy bear, which he has been inseparable from ever since. You ever wonder what those teddy bears given out by law enforement and other members of the community are worth - there you go. He LOVES it.

I saw so many of them that morning. And I saw at least half a dozen kids waiting their turn in court for things clearly Not So Happy as ours. And of course, a few that were!

We then went to Shin Sen Gumi in Monterrey Park and foundered on yakitori and shabu-shabu. Not to mention killing a most magnificent bottle of sake.

Back home, we all fall down for naps and order in Chinese food for dinner.

Saturday, we had a lovely day with Rey - and a *perfect* bonfire night at Dockweiler State Beach. I've got a couple of Twitpics from the sundown:

http://twitpic.com/yf0pk
http://twitpic.com/yf0zk

Sunday, Jim went back to work - while I took Rey out to the King's Hawaiian restaurant and we foundered on spam, fried rice, corned beef hash and french toast made with hawaiian bread. Oh, and Kona coffee. As much as we could put away. (Kid, we took out for fast food hash browns, his favorite breakfast, prior. That was a total win.) Then we washed my car, fed kid lunch at McDonald's (we both being stuffed from breakfast, still.)

I put kid down, and Rey went home.

Now, we are here.

I have documents that can remedy the name change that needs to be done so that he 'fits' into our family unit as a legal entity (we retained his entire Chinese name, just surrounded it with the name he will be known by) - but the final documents? Would you believe fourteen months before they arrive? Hooray California! Furlough those guys, yeah baby!

I'm also coughing again, have already been to the doctor and gotten antibiotics and here we go again. Right on time - something key happens, I get sick for it. (I got Christmas and New Years without sick. I should be grateful. What.)

Met with Pastor at church a while back (too busy to post about it) about joining church as full voting members, and that's happening next week. Would you believe the denomination I selected is actually the American arm of the Swiss Reformation Church, founded by Zwingli? Yes, I do believe Cliff has been here - again. Little shit.

And AOD is in two weeks. Boy, they are going to be LEAN weeks, lemme tellya.

So how was your weekend?
kyburg: (Default)
Because so many other things keep me on my feet and away from computers. Not the least of which is the habit of my largest cat sitting on the chair facing the one computer left on all the time.

Wait for another one to boot up? Can't. Too many plates spinning.

Friday, we arrived at the Family Courts office in Monterrey Park - an entirely cake and punch kind of place, clearly designed with children in mind. The architecture is fanciful, often decorated with crayon drawings kept in ceramic tile form and there are entire families present, with tables dedicated to coloring books and crayons.

Then you see the tables designated for 'attorney conferences' where some of the scariest men I ever saw pasted on hopeful smiles and interviewed nine year old girls in my hearing with questions leading to 'what brings you to court today, and what were you told to keep secret?'

Irony of ironies - everyone in attendence has an LJ.

Me. (Mom)
[livejournal.com profile] unclejimbo (Dad)
[livejournal.com profile] xanxanbell (Kiddo)
[livejournal.com profile] silverkun (Rey, the head of the committee)
[livejournal.com profile] catsonmars (Tommy, one of the members of said committee)

Our kid got his readoption on this side of the process completed that day. Pictures were taken, the judge was very impressed with him, us and the godfathers - and all it took was a couple of signatures, a sworn oath from the two of us and it was done.

Kid got a new teddy bear, which he has been inseparable from ever since. You ever wonder what those teddy bears given out by law enforement and other members of the community are worth - there you go. He LOVES it.

I saw so many of them that morning. And I saw at least half a dozen kids waiting their turn in court for things clearly Not So Happy as ours. And of course, a few that were!

We then went to Shin Sen Gumi in Monterrey Park and foundered on yakitori and shabu-shabu. Not to mention killing a most magnificent bottle of sake.

Back home, we all fall down for naps and order in Chinese food for dinner.

Saturday, we had a lovely day with Rey - and a *perfect* bonfire night at Dockweiler State Beach. I've got a couple of Twitpics from the sundown:

http://twitpic.com/yf0pk
http://twitpic.com/yf0zk

Sunday, Jim went back to work - while I took Rey out to the King's Hawaiian restaurant and we foundered on spam, fried rice, corned beef hash and french toast made with hawaiian bread. Oh, and Kona coffee. As much as we could put away. (Kid, we took out for fast food hash browns, his favorite breakfast, prior. That was a total win.) Then we washed my car, fed kid lunch at McDonald's (we both being stuffed from breakfast, still.)

I put kid down, and Rey went home.

Now, we are here.

I have documents that can remedy the name change that needs to be done so that he 'fits' into our family unit as a legal entity (we retained his entire Chinese name, just surrounded it with the name he will be known by) - but the final documents? Would you believe fourteen months before they arrive? Hooray California! Furlough those guys, yeah baby!

I'm also coughing again, have already been to the doctor and gotten antibiotics and here we go again. Right on time - something key happens, I get sick for it. (I got Christmas and New Years without sick. I should be grateful. What.)

Met with Pastor at church a while back (too busy to post about it) about joining church as full voting members, and that's happening next week. Would you believe the denomination I selected is actually the American arm of the Swiss Reformation Church, founded by Zwingli? Yes, I do believe Cliff has been here - again. Little shit.

And AOD is in two weeks. Boy, they are going to be LEAN weeks, lemme tellya.

So how was your weekend?

Yuck.

Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:11 pm
kyburg: (facepalm)
http://www.ManhattanDeclaration.org/

Um.

As a Christian, this offends me to my marrow. Just wanted to let you know.

I'm very disappointed. And no, this is not Christian behavior in my experience.

Yuck.

Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:11 pm
kyburg: (facepalm)
http://www.ManhattanDeclaration.org/

Um.

As a Christian, this offends me to my marrow. Just wanted to let you know.

I'm very disappointed. And no, this is not Christian behavior in my experience.

Yuck.

Nov. 23rd, 2009 09:11 pm
kyburg: (facepalm)
http://www.ManhattanDeclaration.org/

Um.

As a Christian, this offends me to my marrow. Just wanted to let you know.

I'm very disappointed. And no, this is not Christian behavior in my experience.
kyburg: (ebil)
The family of the alleged Fort Hood military base shooter held his mother's funeral at the same mosque that two Sept. 11 hijackers attended in 2001, at a time when a radical imam preached there.

I think this says much more about the expectations of church attendence right now than anything of substance.

Like, you only attend with people of your own political leanings and all that, and don't question them.

And people who attend on a regular basis are nuts, anyway.

...

I can count the number of mosques I know of on less than two hands, and I'm in Los Angeles.

I seriously doubt they are swimming in them in Virginia to the point where if you're devout, you have much choice about where you can participate and with who.

And I've said something about being poked with privilege sticks already.

Just, tuck it away. Food for thought, that kind of thing.
kyburg: (ebil)
The family of the alleged Fort Hood military base shooter held his mother's funeral at the same mosque that two Sept. 11 hijackers attended in 2001, at a time when a radical imam preached there.

I think this says much more about the expectations of church attendence right now than anything of substance.

Like, you only attend with people of your own political leanings and all that, and don't question them.

And people who attend on a regular basis are nuts, anyway.

...

I can count the number of mosques I know of on less than two hands, and I'm in Los Angeles.

I seriously doubt they are swimming in them in Virginia to the point where if you're devout, you have much choice about where you can participate and with who.

And I've said something about being poked with privilege sticks already.

Just, tuck it away. Food for thought, that kind of thing.
kyburg: (ebil)
The family of the alleged Fort Hood military base shooter held his mother's funeral at the same mosque that two Sept. 11 hijackers attended in 2001, at a time when a radical imam preached there.

I think this says much more about the expectations of church attendence right now than anything of substance.

Like, you only attend with people of your own political leanings and all that, and don't question them.

And people who attend on a regular basis are nuts, anyway.

...

I can count the number of mosques I know of on less than two hands, and I'm in Los Angeles.

I seriously doubt they are swimming in them in Virginia to the point where if you're devout, you have much choice about where you can participate and with who.

And I've said something about being poked with privilege sticks already.

Just, tuck it away. Food for thought, that kind of thing.
kyburg: (ebil)
Yesterday was week three of going to church. No, really. And I'm still here to talk about it, fancy that!

I took these folks up on their invitation.

And I gotta say - they are really cool.

Boy, I need to talk to someone about website maintenance. Somebody is either sick or dead (and I think that the most likely cause for most of the site not worky). If there is something I've noticed about them, it's that things are nailed down - just. This is a *tiny* congregation - maybe 250 all told, tops. Yesterday was a big day - confirmations were done for this year's class, all four of them, so the place was nearly full. But the picture on the website only looks big - those pews won't hold more than five people each, and there's only the one aisle. Wee. Intimate.

And they have no trouble sharing.

There's a Korean Presbyterian church that uses theirs for services. A Catholic group (not the Roman Catholic one, probably some Eastern schism they don't talk to well) that does as well, on Saturdays. DCFS uses their church home to provide space for supervised visitation between parents and kids in foster care (this gets important in a minute, stay tuned).

Tons of community-use groups like AA, NA, etc. use their facilities, wee though they are, week-round.

The first week we (Xander and I) went, they had a bounce house set up - they were having an open house BBQ to kick off their membership drive for the year. Okay, my timing is good! Win!

Xander got a solid half hour of jumping in the bounce house alone - which made sitting through the opening part of services easy, and then we both went to the church house for Sunday School together (I'm not leaving Xander alone with anyone we haven't been introduced to - not daycare, not sitters, nothing. And right now, limpet kid is limpet. Strange people shut him right up.) The rest of the kids are all much older - they split Sunday School into two classes - 0-5 years, and everything else. 0-5 has a daycare worker and a room to themselves, and is basically Go Play time.

These are the rooms and staff that DCFS utilize - so they have to be safe, clean and adequate to task. This is one thing I don't have to worry about. It's also nearly entirely non-denominational, if you get my drift. Decorations are tasteful and childish - the biggest indication this is a church facility at all is in the 'living room' where the banners are, and the bookcase has all the children's bible books. (Including the one I remember reading as a child. I'm looking forward to having another look at it.) It has a kitchen you could cook a banquet in - neat, tidy and well appointed. But still, small.

Xander and I sat through the youth group because it was mostly about setting up the BBQ stuff, but the second week they had their daycare worker back - and the youth group was out on mission in Long Beach. So Xander had her all to himself! I said this place was small.

(Yesterday, he had competition - another little boy about 2.5 years old. That's the class. Daycare ratio is less than 4 to 1, state licensed. You tell me.)

No, we didn't stay for BBQ - nothing kid would eat, and I hadn't packed a lunch. So we made our initial splash, met everyone, signed the guest book and went to McDonalds.

We won't be the only family made by international adoption - even in a group this small, there's another family with a child from Russia, about 12-14 years old. I haven't met his parents yet, but I'm looking forward to getting a chance to. They have a family fellowship group that meets Sunday nights at 5 PM - that'll probably be Jim's only chance to interface, and also will be far more to his liking, as it's not a traditional sermon and singfest.

Standing outside the bounce house, one of the other Moms was telling me about the women's interfaith group that meets here as well (I'm reminded of the group [livejournal.com profile] rowanf used to do? I think that's who I remember doing it....) Why yes, the girls here go have tea and cookies with pagans and turrrists! AND THEY LIKE IT. In my neighborhood, it's entirely possible we will have Buddhists, Shinto and Santeria in addition to the Christian, Muslim and Jewish groups. This is going to be FUN. Can't wait.

Jim works Sundays, so this has been my project so far. So far, it's been completely positive. Most of the elders now know us on sight, make much of Xander (think a whole bunch of grandparents with toys and cossets) and he gets to play with some really fun toys (I heard all about it going home yesterday). There was even CAKE yesterday! My kid loves birthday cake, oh very yes he does - *laughs*

I started considering this even before we went to Taiwan, and I decided to really Do Something about it because I can be fairly sure kid attended church with his foster family, and it would be a comforting, familiar experience for him to resume. ([livejournal.com profile] silverkun, I've been taking the Find-It with us to keep him busy during services, and it's worked like a treat.) I suspected I might find it at the least soothing, if not a time to just sit quietly and not run after kid for an hour. It's also resources, support, friendly faces - and gee, nobody says a harsh word. About anyone. Just not the UCC style, doncha know.

Yup, teh gay is not a problem here. They're actually pretty proud of that stance. Sermon topics have been largely geared towards self-improvement like 'how do you plan to age well - looking at the envitability of needing care at the end of life as reaffirmation of how we all need each other, instead of dreading the moment you have to own up to needing help' and how really fscking HARD it is to be Christian when the culture would have you be an asshole instead.

They also don't ask for a credit history.

There's no gift shop, no bumper stickers proclaiming YOU'VE BEEN TO CHURCH, nothing to buy, parking is free and the hymnals are well-worn and a bit musty. Choir is less than 15 members, and I may be generous at that. They don't have stained windows - just clear glass that looks out on gardens well-kept and always blooming (this is California, we can do that) with native, and nearly-native plants.

I don't think I've seen any fish on the cars in the parking lot, and mine probably has more on it with its Coexist and KTLK 'all that's left' bumperstickers.

They also said the bounce house was such a hit, they're going to have it again soon.

Confirmation class wore dresses (they were all girls), but one last-minute addition showed up in jeans, y-back orange shirt with a black bra underneath - and got baptized. (I think they used one drinking glass full of water - *pat* *pat* *pat* - okay, yer good!) Biggest day of the year, and I was hardly underdressed in my slacks, tunic and hoodie. I wore my Stitch hoodie to church. What.

*rolls eyes* Yeeees, we talk about God and Jesus. But more like 'here's the best example we got and hasn't been wrong yet as long as we agree we can be wrong about some things, m'kay?' There's also this undercurrent of 'you're pretty awesome, and we acknowledge that, cause God don't make junk' thing going on.

There's also one other REALLY good reason to be doing this.

My kid is not going to be getting exposed to Chrisitianity by these guys because I didn't provide anything but a vacuum. Fuck. That.
kyburg: (ebil)
Yesterday was week three of going to church. No, really. And I'm still here to talk about it, fancy that!

I took these folks up on their invitation.

And I gotta say - they are really cool.

Boy, I need to talk to someone about website maintenance. Somebody is either sick or dead (and I think that the most likely cause for most of the site not worky). If there is something I've noticed about them, it's that things are nailed down - just. This is a *tiny* congregation - maybe 250 all told, tops. Yesterday was a big day - confirmations were done for this year's class, all four of them, so the place was nearly full. But the picture on the website only looks big - those pews won't hold more than five people each, and there's only the one aisle. Wee. Intimate.

And they have no trouble sharing.

There's a Korean Presbyterian church that uses theirs for services. A Catholic group (not the Roman Catholic one, probably some Eastern schism they don't talk to well) that does as well, on Saturdays. DCFS uses their church home to provide space for supervised visitation between parents and kids in foster care (this gets important in a minute, stay tuned).

Tons of community-use groups like AA, NA, etc. use their facilities, wee though they are, week-round.

The first week we (Xander and I) went, they had a bounce house set up - they were having an open house BBQ to kick off their membership drive for the year. Okay, my timing is good! Win!

Xander got a solid half hour of jumping in the bounce house alone - which made sitting through the opening part of services easy, and then we both went to the church house for Sunday School together (I'm not leaving Xander alone with anyone we haven't been introduced to - not daycare, not sitters, nothing. And right now, limpet kid is limpet. Strange people shut him right up.) The rest of the kids are all much older - they split Sunday School into two classes - 0-5 years, and everything else. 0-5 has a daycare worker and a room to themselves, and is basically Go Play time.

These are the rooms and staff that DCFS utilize - so they have to be safe, clean and adequate to task. This is one thing I don't have to worry about. It's also nearly entirely non-denominational, if you get my drift. Decorations are tasteful and childish - the biggest indication this is a church facility at all is in the 'living room' where the banners are, and the bookcase has all the children's bible books. (Including the one I remember reading as a child. I'm looking forward to having another look at it.) It has a kitchen you could cook a banquet in - neat, tidy and well appointed. But still, small.

Xander and I sat through the youth group because it was mostly about setting up the BBQ stuff, but the second week they had their daycare worker back - and the youth group was out on mission in Long Beach. So Xander had her all to himself! I said this place was small.

(Yesterday, he had competition - another little boy about 2.5 years old. That's the class. Daycare ratio is less than 4 to 1, state licensed. You tell me.)

No, we didn't stay for BBQ - nothing kid would eat, and I hadn't packed a lunch. So we made our initial splash, met everyone, signed the guest book and went to McDonalds.

We won't be the only family made by international adoption - even in a group this small, there's another family with a child from Russia, about 12-14 years old. I haven't met his parents yet, but I'm looking forward to getting a chance to. They have a family fellowship group that meets Sunday nights at 5 PM - that'll probably be Jim's only chance to interface, and also will be far more to his liking, as it's not a traditional sermon and singfest.

Standing outside the bounce house, one of the other Moms was telling me about the women's interfaith group that meets here as well (I'm reminded of the group [livejournal.com profile] rowanf used to do? I think that's who I remember doing it....) Why yes, the girls here go have tea and cookies with pagans and turrrists! AND THEY LIKE IT. In my neighborhood, it's entirely possible we will have Buddhists, Shinto and Santeria in addition to the Christian, Muslim and Jewish groups. This is going to be FUN. Can't wait.

Jim works Sundays, so this has been my project so far. So far, it's been completely positive. Most of the elders now know us on sight, make much of Xander (think a whole bunch of grandparents with toys and cossets) and he gets to play with some really fun toys (I heard all about it going home yesterday). There was even CAKE yesterday! My kid loves birthday cake, oh very yes he does - *laughs*

I started considering this even before we went to Taiwan, and I decided to really Do Something about it because I can be fairly sure kid attended church with his foster family, and it would be a comforting, familiar experience for him to resume. ([livejournal.com profile] silverkun, I've been taking the Find-It with us to keep him busy during services, and it's worked like a treat.) I suspected I might find it at the least soothing, if not a time to just sit quietly and not run after kid for an hour. It's also resources, support, friendly faces - and gee, nobody says a harsh word. About anyone. Just not the UCC style, doncha know.

Yup, teh gay is not a problem here. They're actually pretty proud of that stance. Sermon topics have been largely geared towards self-improvement like 'how do you plan to age well - looking at the envitability of needing care at the end of life as reaffirmation of how we all need each other, instead of dreading the moment you have to own up to needing help' and how really fscking HARD it is to be Christian when the culture would have you be an asshole instead.

They also don't ask for a credit history.

There's no gift shop, no bumper stickers proclaiming YOU'VE BEEN TO CHURCH, nothing to buy, parking is free and the hymnals are well-worn and a bit musty. Choir is less than 15 members, and I may be generous at that. They don't have stained windows - just clear glass that looks out on gardens well-kept and always blooming (this is California, we can do that) with native, and nearly-native plants.

I don't think I've seen any fish on the cars in the parking lot, and mine probably has more on it with its Coexist and KTLK 'all that's left' bumperstickers.

They also said the bounce house was such a hit, they're going to have it again soon.

Confirmation class wore dresses (they were all girls), but one last-minute addition showed up in jeans, y-back orange shirt with a black bra underneath - and got baptized. (I think they used one drinking glass full of water - *pat* *pat* *pat* - okay, yer good!) Biggest day of the year, and I was hardly underdressed in my slacks, tunic and hoodie. I wore my Stitch hoodie to church. What.

*rolls eyes* Yeeees, we talk about God and Jesus. But more like 'here's the best example we got and hasn't been wrong yet as long as we agree we can be wrong about some things, m'kay?' There's also this undercurrent of 'you're pretty awesome, and we acknowledge that, cause God don't make junk' thing going on.

There's also one other REALLY good reason to be doing this.

My kid is not going to be getting exposed to Chrisitianity by these guys because I didn't provide anything but a vacuum. Fuck. That.

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