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To Love, Proclaim, and Serve God through

Amar, Proclamar y Servir a Dios a través de

  • life-giving liturgical worship
  • joyful community
  • empowering others

We live our mission through worship, in which lay adults, children and youth participate alongside our clergy.  Traditional, life-giving Eucharistic liturgy and fine music are hallmarks of worship at our parish, and we have weekly services in both English and Spanish.  We create a joyful community with a harvest of fellowship activities and events for all ages.  We empower and serve others through vital ministries, particularly around feeding the hungry.  Please explore our website to get to know us or, better yet, come visit!

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Musings from Mother Jenny 03.08.2024

The saga with my right index finger is telling. It goes this way. Three months ago, my arthritic finger developed a ganglion cyst. It wasn’t painful just unsightly. Attempts to doctor it myself failed plus it became painful. So off I go to Patient First in early January to have it fixed. The waiting room is packed with people coughing and hobbling. There are ten people in the queue ahead of me. When I’m finally taken back to the exam room and my vitals taken, the physician comes in, takes one look at my finger, and says “I can’t do anything about this, you are going to need surgery by an orthopedic hand specialist.” I’m stunned and, in my panic, desperately push back. “Are you sure?” He’s sure.

First of all, I don’t have time for surgery. Secondly, the situation with my finger doesn’t seem serious enough for surgery. Nonetheless, I see the orthopedic hand specialist two weeks later. She comes in, takes one look, orders x-rays, and then after that explains to me what she is going to do to fix my finger. I don’t understand the inner workings of my distal joint so she draws a picture. The procedure sounds simple. My confidence in her surgical abilities grows. Nonetheless, I cannot fathom how she is going to insert a screw into my finger and decide not to ask.

Surgery is scheduled. The anesthesiologist who will put me under calls. On the day of surgery my husband drives me and by 7am I am in pre-op, on a gurney, waiting to have what now feels like major surgery on my finger. Upon waking from surgery, I see a huge bandage on my finger. In the weeks that follow the pain from surgery gradually lessens, the swelling diminishes, and my finger begins the slow process of healing. Five weeks later, I still need to wear the small brace with a Band-Aid to protect my finger as it heals.

So why am I telling you all this. Because the unexpected need for healing can stun us into numbness or denial or panic. When the unexpected happens we must slow down and pay attention to what is hurting us. Fixing things solely by ourselves usually doesn’t work so we need to ask for help. And as I’ve discovered, when something hurts, we must be gentle with ourselves, take time to rest, and pray patiently for healing. Sharing our hurts with others helps too.

As you will see in the church calendar, we are moving the last two Sacred Conversations in Lent to Monday evenings, March 11 and 18. Soup and sandwiches are enjoyed from 6pm-6:30pm and the conversations will follow until 8pm. Arrangements are being made for supervising children. And granted the tiny distal joint on my right index finger is no comparison to what Grace Church is experiencing. Nonetheless, I think it is telling.

With love and care,

Mother Jenny+