IHOP Girl: Better Late than Never!

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Better Late than Never!

Hello to all my family and friends!

I have started this cosy little blog so that instead of making five hundred phone calls (not to mention running up the phone bill), I can update you all on my life as a Onething Intern at the International House of Prayer - KC. Not to mention, you can all leave me comments and lllooovvveee! :-)
I have been here since January 7th, 2005 and so much has happened that I hardly know where to start. If you don't know anything about IHOP, it is a 24/7, 365 days a year prayer room. Built out of an old strip mall, IHOP contains the Prayer Room itself, a coffee shop, bookstore, multipurpose and seminar rooms, a daycare, Childrens Equiping Center, a Realestate agency, thrift store, a cafeteria, and part of an apartment complex for all the different internships they do. Needless to say, IHOP is a full time ministry dedicated to the night and day prayer movement that is spreading across the earth. Staffed with three or so hundred musicans and intercessors, IHOP has been going full time (day and night) for five years!
Ok, so what am I doing here? Well, I'm spending six months at the feet of Jesus! As an intern I spend (weekly) around 30+ hours in the prayer room, another 21+ hours in classes, and 6 hours on my weekly work assignment. Then you have extra prayer time, as well as other fun activities like Walmart trips, and going out late Wenesday night for Friday's happy hour menu (let me tell you - cheap food is great, and you don't have to sit at the bar either). I'd tell more, but it will have to wait until another time, because it is late and I need my sleep!

1 comment:

Jess said...: Dear Jess! Your blog is so well done and professional -- I love it! It's great that you're getting to keep in touch with everybody and provide them with a journal of your IHOP adventures. I just wanted to tell you (1) that I love your blog and (2) keep updating it!! and (3) I'm sending you lots of hugs and love right now! Miss you, miss you, miss you. Looking forward to when you come back but in the meantime keeping you in prayer and thinking of you often! Love you! :-); 1:24 PM

Movie Night In...I love a good movie!

Mega Mind
Taking Chance (Will make you cry like a baby)
Charlotte Grey (A bit of a different take on Nazi Germany)
Series - Merlin (I LOVE BBC)
Robin Hood (Okay, a love Russell Crowe, you'll have to understand that about me...)
Kingdom of Heaven (Chuck full of acting power with an epic tale)
Miss Potter (Such a great film! Story of the creator of Peter Rabbit)
How to Train your Dragon (Possibly my favorite animated movie ever...I'm like a little kid, I watch it over and over)
Buck (Sundance winner, Biography of Horse Trainer, heart touching)
Lost in Austin (Modern day spin on Pride and Prej.)

Life as a nurse...

Great words by Reb Jeff: Vayishlach: Facing Death

"Rachel died. She was buried on the road to Ephrat — now called Bethlehem. Jacob set up a pillar above her grave. It is the pillar at Rachel’s grave to this day."–Genesis 35:19-20

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vidui http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiva_(Judaism), and preparing the notifications to the community, feel like little fragments of the sacred. I have been entrusted with the care and tending of the most powerful, complex and difficult emotions that a person can experience in life. I have been made, in some small part, a guardian of the memory of a departed soul — a life that touches upon many other lives.After dropping off my older daughter at her high school this morning, I made a stop at Treasure Coast Hospice http://www.tchospice.org/, a remarkable organization that sets a very high standard for the loving and respectful care of the dying. There, I visited a lovely man whom I have seen a few times in his hospice room. I sat by his bedside and listened to him (in full possession of his faculties) as he told me about his worries about his family, the support of his wife after he is gone, and the future of his children and grandchildren. I was deeply moved by the way he put any concern for himself — even while facing death — in a distant backseat to his concerns for his family. When my own time comes, I can only hope to have his awareness of the way that one life can touch so many others.Also at hospice, I visited a woman I have known for the past two years — a dear soul who is a former Jewish religious school director. I sat with her, too, singing psalms to her as I listened to her heavy and labored breathing. I have no medical training, but I have come to know the sound of a person who is close to death. The body begins to fight for each breath as it slowly looses it grasp on life. As I held her hand and sang, I realized that being a rabbi is no protection against becoming one of the people caught in the web of connection. I, too, am changed by the loss of a life that has touched mine.Later in the day, I met with a couple from our congregation. She had just learned that her brother died yesterday in a car crash. Coming to terms with the loss is made more difficult for her by the fact that she and her brother had not seen each other or spoken in five years. Sometimes, people think it is easier to mourn the death of someone who has moved out of your life. In my experience, though, it's harder. Grief is magnified by wounded love and regret. I have no magic words to say to ease the pain of mourning. All I can do is listen, become a vessel in which people place their stories, and offer compassion.Actually, there is one more thing I can do. I can have faith that "all I can do" is all that I need to do. It is enough.In this week's Torah portion (Vayishlach) Jacob watched Rachel, the love of his life, die in childbirth. He was overcome by grief. Jacob had worked for his cruel uncle Laban for fourteen years to earn the right to marry Rachel. Now she was gone. Because she died while they were traveling, Jacob had to bury her by the side of the road. He built a pillar of stones on the spot to mark the place as sacred.This is what we all do, in one way or another, when death enters our lives. We grieve and our hearts break. We wish that we could continue to walk along the path of life with our loved ones forever, but the dead cannot fully join us. We have to leave something behind in order to resume our own journey. So, what do we do? We mark the moment as sacred. We erect monuments — both in cemeteries and in our hearts. The stones we place on top of stones remind us that a life may end, but its sanctity is forever.The Torah says that the monument Jacob built for his beloved continues to stand until this day. A life that touches the lives of others never ceases to send living reverberations throughout the web that binds us all.