This is a time of strange situations. Matters of Strange Nature have infested my life like so many wombats, and I am forced to confront (sword in hand) things which do not happen everyday, nor even every year, but only-occasionally-once in a lifetime.
In swift succession over this past week, the following odd, sad-making events have occurred:
note - this is not my church. >_>
It's just a very cool-looking one found on Google.
1. We have left our church.
2. My Dad left his job.
These events go hand in hand. You see, my Dad is
(ahem, was) a pastor. We went to that church for many years, and it's the only one I truly remember. Dad was a pastor there, but after some sad, sad, sticky situations and 2+ years of trying to
fix the problems and
bring in help and
preserve the church and
maintain his sanity (all at once! My Dad's a great multi-tasker ^_^), he and one other pastor
(and several other families in the congregation) left, creating a small church
schism. So now Dad and the other pastor - our families are good friends - have no jobs. They are unemployed. O_O
Planned/desired dinners and talks and friendships - hundreds have been snapped off. Sad, sad. Yet I confess that I am in part enjoying these Strange Things; I am enjoying the newness of it all. After all, this situation is the closest thing to an
adventure this spy is going to get for a long time. My
morbid side has come alive in
spewing writings about this. ^_^ Of course, there is still the sad nostalgia and mixed-up-ness of the whole matter that makes one cry atimes. And with this situation came the awfulness of broken trust. I learned sad things about people I'd respected and admired and loved as brothers and sisters in Christ - people that I wanted to go on seeing as role models. There is something unreconstructably sad in realizing your heroes are fallibly far from perfect.
Yet there is one hero who, for me, has come to light in this whole mess: my Dad. Throughout the church-/job-leaving situation, my Dad has been, in so many ways, a
hero. He has been inestimably gracious, humble, and brave, and my respect for him has grown so much. Love you, Daddy. (:
And then there is a third matter: as many of you already know, our very good friend,
Jake, is leaving, going far-off. He and his family are moving to Liberia, Africa, and communication will be diminished significantly. Although I am quite happy for this splendid opportunity that the Sadaar Clan now has to participate in mission work in far-off lands, this is still unquestionably sad-making. As all who know him will agree, Jake is a marvelous elf, an epic writer, a heroic fighter, a wellspring of randomness, a summoner of turkeys, and a loyal friend. His Pen of Doom is respected and revered among all elf-kind. And his
Battle Fought at Midday - a four part chronicle in which he quite literally duels with Procrastination -is a masterpiece in entertaining allegory ("Inspiration hit me over the head with my shampoo.") (read part 1
here)
Many goodbyes are happening; many things are being changed, and books are closed and burned. *snif* Two quotes
(both from the illustrious 100 Cupboards series) seemed to suit various aspects of this week well:
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He sat up. "Your peaches," he said. "And your applesauce. How many pies do you think I've eaten in my life?" He looked down at her. "Not enough." He smiled. "If we get out of this, there needs to be more pie. That's all the complaining I've got."
- The Chestnut King
"Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. The greatest heroes stand because it is right to do so, not because they believe they will walk away with their lives. Such selfless courage is a victory in itself."
-Dandelion Fire
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(a third quote that is not 100-Cupboards-ish but that I love anyway and pertains to farewells and thus ought to be said)
"For Christians, 'goodbye' always means 'see you later.'"
- Anonymous
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These times are still strange. o_O If you have any inspiring quotes and/or advice about sadness, farewells,
friendships, and/or Aztecs, I'd love to hear them.
*sighs* What with the sadnesses of the aforementioned three things and the compounding frustrations of overloads of schoolwork, papers, deadlines, and information, this situation becomes evermore unpleasant. Sometimes I just want to vanish into a French monastery and become a nun, or maybe a part-time Russian Communist spy. Or perhaps move into the forest and become a librarian/warrior/hermit. If I disappear one of these days, know that Whisper the spy has donned the black robes and obliterated herself from the face of the earth and all its social quandaries.
Or gone LARPing. More on that later.
Standing at the top of, and blinking owlishly down at, the very-long spiky black glass staircase leading into the Depths of Despair,-whisper
