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Photo of a Hammered Dulcimer strings
I (DM) first came across Marcy as she was in the midst of posting a list of 100 people from her life. I was struck by her honest candid observations. She like many of you is a mom…the hardest job on the planet. She is also a musician, plays the hammered dulcimer. Here is her guest post:
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> 1. My name is Marcy. I grew up in NJ; went to school, got married, and
> worked in Virginia; did music in upstate NY for several years; am mostly a
> mom in Indiana now (to a very charming toddler girl).
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> 2. I like to think. I majored in linguistics, English, math, and got
> endorsed to teach the latter two. I also studied a bit of philosophy,
> anthropology, Greek, biology, French, and modern dance. I like to read
> fiction, usually perusing the new books shelf at the library or re-reading
> favorites like Vonnegut, Anne Lamott, Terry Brooks. I like reading
> theology textbooks. I like playing word games.
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> 3. I have been a Christian for twenty years. Raised mainline Presbyterian,
> made faith my own / got picked up and turned around in 8th grade, visited
> two non-denominational and one Pentecostal church, discovered the PCA (a
> conservative branch of Presbyterian), and now attend a Church of Christ
> church with a somewhat Emergent flavor, which is really odd, but there is
> no PCA church here and nothing else suited us any better than this one.
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> 4. Sometimes I don’t like Jesus very much. He spoke clearly enough to make
> a lot of people really mad and to really amaze others, but I find a lot of
> what he says rather cryptic. So it’s obvious (right?) he didn’t really
> want people to cut off their hands, feet, and eyes, but it’s not so
> obvious exactly what he wanted people TO do in response to sin. I suspect
> that if I had been there, I would have been so infuriated trying to test
> him, trying to see if he could be Messiah, trying to be a good faithful
> follower of God and neither miss the Big Message nor get taken in by a
> false teacher. I don’t know that I could have become a believer without
> having been one of the top three disciples. One sight of him, one
> encounter, even quite a few encounters — wouldn’t be enough for me. I
> certainly wouldn’t have appreciated him telling me to stop clinging to him
> like he told Mary.
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> 5. I play hammered dulcimer. I have three CDs. One is a mix of music types
> and includes some singing. One is all instrumental Christmas stuff, and I
> think it’s my best work — the most thoughtful, the most beautiful. The
> other is my trio from NY, with guitar and fiddle, mostly Celtic stuff, a
> lot of fun. I haven’t played regularly since mid-pregnancy. I would like
> to get out and play more. I am a terrible salesperson — I hate having to
> drag myself out and beg people to hire me. That kind of effort feels like
> it costs me more than I would get from it.
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> 6. I am terrified of being mean or stepping on toes or hurting feelings or
> being inconsiderate, and yet I sometimes feel like a sharp-edged rock
> lumbering around knocking everyone over. People have told me how demanding
> and judgmental I am.
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> 7. I think it’s hard to want anything without someone feeling I’m being
> demanding. I think it’s hard to believe in some principle or value or
> truth without being judgmental. I’m not sure how to hold onto what I value
> and believe, for real, without hurting other people by doing so.
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> 8. I value living moderately greenly — we compost, use CF bulbs, cloth
> diapers and napkins, turn off appliances… I value good food — I like
> our garden and cooking, would love to buy more local stuff, more humanely
> raised stuff, more healthy stuff, less processed stuff. I wish I liked
> some healthy things more than I do. I sort of value simplicity — not
> caring too much about stuff, about fashion, about spending money.
> Sometimes I feel conflicted when there are things I would like to have but
> don’t need — or the conflict between beauty and function. I value rather
> direct and prompt communication. I value respect and compassion.
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> 9. I am in therapy (again, still) for depression and anxiety. I want to
> know how to be me and how to love me and how to love others, all without
> destroying anyone, myself included. I want to practice radical acceptance
> and fight against reality a little less.
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> 10. I want to know God and be found pleasing to him, as long as it doesn’t
> really mean having to lose my life or deny myself or die to myself.
Here’s Marcy’s home page: http://prochaskas.wordpress.com/
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August 26, 2008 at 5:36 pm |
[...] Miscellany — Marcy @ 6:36 pm Tags: Blog Two guest posts in one week — here’s the second over at Douglas Monk’s place. I think I found him through our mutual blogfriend [...]
August 26, 2008 at 6:44 pm |
Hi Marcy! Glad to see you over here.
August 26, 2008 at 7:31 pm |
Marcy: glad to see you here on DM’s block! He is an awesome guy and a humble one at that; and I love what you tell of yourself. Although I am years past the toddler stage, my partner and I are raising a former toddler, now almost eleven year old fifth grade girl, who decided over the summer I think that we drive her crazy….. never give up hope in knowing that you will eventually realize how truly fabulous you are!!
And, FWIW, I think if I were to be in Jesus’ presence, I would be in such awe that I think my mouth would be hanging open…… so human and yet so loving and compassionate…..
August 26, 2008 at 8:24 pm |
Hi Marcy, welcome. I like your honesty and the way you’ve thought about things. Sometimes I don’t understand Jesus either so I just try to live my life being the way “I think” he would have been. Way to go on the green also. Glad to have met you.
August 27, 2008 at 5:49 pm |
Marcy; You certainly have accomplished a great many things in your life. How interesting it must have been on that journey.
Best of luck with the rest of your journey.
August 27, 2008 at 8:16 pm |
Thank you all.
Vanessaleigh, I think it’s precisely because I would have so longed to love Jesus that I would have so tested and feared and distrusted him. I’m glad I didn’t live back then!