This post is kind of in reverse order since the photos just loaded that way. We went to Lummi Island in Washington for a week at Spring Break. Our desire was to rest in nature, be creative, enjoy time together as a family. It was a perfect place for all those things.
I took the girls to the little church on the island for Palm Sunday. It was my first time worshiping in community since starting my sabbatical and I sat there kind of in a surreality and enjoyed the singing and the scripture and the glimpse into their community life. One highlight was that the scripture readings were a series of passages that went through the whole passion and the first reading was "The Extravagant Gift". An elderly woman read the scripture Matthew 26:6-13 and when she reached the part "Truly I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her," she was overcome with emotion and her eyes were full of tears and her voice broke. I couldn't help the tears that sprang up instantly along with her. I had prepared the story about this woman as the last story I shared with the children at Church Without Walls. I was full of sadness and frustration as I read all the texts that in the writing down of it all, Jesus' words were not revered...that the woman is unnamed, the accounts aren't easy to reconcile (feet? head? what?) and the unnamed woman who did such a beautiful thing is not remembered as Jesus seemed to think she should be. As we remember her as unnamed, or as Mary, or however we are able with the information we have, I cling to this story as Jesus speaking through time and space and history for women. I was so sad about it as I prepared and was so glad that I was able to share all the information I could with the children and wonder with them about this woman, "remembering" her as well as I could. I entered into my sabbatical with that story kind of hovering and my own personal wonderings and journey leading me under that hovering story into another place, it was remarkable to re-enter that story so tenderly at that moment. Anyhow, it was a good trip, I was inspired and I wrote some poems, hiked, learned, saw, rested. Here are some pictures.
At Pine State Biscuits in Portland on the way home. These girls were such good travelers. They were up for anything most of the time.