a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.
"to my valentine, 2018"
mixed media collage (vintage papers, acrylic paint, glue, marker, on bookboard)
gregory a. milinovich
valentine's day was kind of tricky this year, since i spent the entire day at the church. it was ash wednesday, so it was tough for me to make it a day of celebration with my valentine, given that i spent most of the day touching other people's foreheads, reminding them that they will all die. super romantic.
still, i continued a yearly tradition of making a collage as an expression of my love for my bride. this was the 11th consecutive year for this, and since it was ash wednesday this year, i was thinking quite a bit about brokenness. and it is true that over 18 and a half years of marriage, we've both had to deal with our share of brokenness: words we shouldn't have said, poor decisions, pride, and more. to quote someone more terse than i: love hurts.
but to quote someone more loquacious: love is also patient …
"ash wednesday, 2018"
mixed media collage (paper, ash, glue on book cover)
gregory a. milinovich
wednesday was ash wednesday, the beginning of lent, and a day to remember that in the end, we all get dehydrated. that's essentially what i preached about on wednesday: that the human body is around 60% water, but one day the water will all dry up from in our cells and between our cells, and we will dry up, like so many crumbling bones.
like the bones in the valley that ezekiel envisioned. he went down into this valley, and said there so many bones, and they were very dry. but the voice of the Lord asked zeke if those bones could live again. and he wanted to believe it. he really did. he would have like to say, "yes! make them live! Lord, you can make these bones dance again. you can rehydrate them. you can restore my people to the way they once were. you can reunited mother with child, and reestablish the old traditions and the good 'ol …
last fall the bishop of our episcopal area, Bishop Jeremiah Park, invited me to be the preacher at his annual retreat for clergy and families at the hershey lodge on Martin Luther King Jr. day. you don't tell the bishop no, so i agreed! last night i preached this sermon, and leave it here for anyone interested...
Good evening, Bishop Park, Cabinet, colleagues and friends, family members, and to all who are here this evening, grace and peace to you. I am grateful to the Bishop for offering me the opportunity to preach tonight, though I must admit it has shown itself to be a daunting task to prepare a message for so many of my closest critics, I mean friends. As the day has approached, I have found any number of things to focus on and to make the task seem even more formidable: I’m too busy, I ‘ve had several funerals, I’ve had the stomach bug, we’re in the middle of several big projects, I have a hangnail, and so on and so forth. I was thinking about this while I was watching …
here is this year's Christmas card from us to you, an i-spy inviting you to look with us into the joy of the fantastic year we've had. we are truly so blessed, and we spy those blessings in every nook and cranny of our lives. you are part of that, and so we say thank you, and wish you the merriest of Christmases, some moments of reflection as the sun sets on 2017, and some great expectations for 2018. peace.
i can't believe that we've been doing this for 10 years now! a whole decade of documenting our family's celebration of advent/christmas in music videos that are meant to try and capture the energy, excitement, and pure joy of christmas in the milinovich house. here is this year's installment, which was meant to be set to bob dylan's version of "must be santa," but can't be because the mean people at new west records refuse to let me use the song on youtube. so instead we have another version of the song by 'brave combo.' in any case, we hope you have a Christmas as playful as ours...enjoy!
and just for kicks and grins, below are the previous nine videos!
"why has this happened to me?" that's the question that elizabeth asked, and it's the third question of my advent journey this year.
you may remember that zechariah and elizabeth were living in the hill country of judea; zechariah a priest and elizabeth his wife, unable to bear a child, and they were, as luke is careful to tell us, "getting on in years." we find that one day in the course of his priestly duties, zechariah's turn to enter the sanctuary and offer incense turns into a moment he would never forget, as an angel of the Lord appeared to him and told him that elizabeth would bear a son, that they would name him john, and that he would prepare the people for the coming of the Lord. unable to process this increadible unbelievable news, zechariah is made mute until the day of his son's birth.
the story moves ahead to elizabeth's sixth month of pregnancy. zechariah is still unable to speak. mary has had her own encounter with an ange…