(sung to the tune of “Hey there Delilah” by ‘plain white “t’s”)
We all know a girl
Who lives in Victoria city,
She says our prayers and leads communion
And always looks so pretty
yes it’s true,
She sees right through to you
There are so few
She does ballet, jumps around and she likes cheese,
She loves everyone she knows
And is so good at saying please
When the time arise(s)
She wears her soul inside her eyes
It’s no surprise…
OHHHHH it’s Janet Doherty, OHHHH it’s Janet Doherty…
OOHHHHH it’s Janet Doherty, OOhhhh it’s Janet Doherty
She looks so pretty…….
We all know a guy
Who lives in Saanich city
He talks a lot and says big words
And often is quite witty
When it’s due
He thinks he might be smarter than you
It’s prob’bly true
He loves his wife and kids
God, lacrosse and hockey
It might not be in that same order
‘cause it’d make his life too rocky
Be his demise
He is a little disorganized
It’s no surprise
OOOOHHHHH it’s Pastor Randy, OHHHH it’s pastor Randy,
OOOOHHHH he loves Philosophy, Ohhhhh it’s Pastor Randy
He loves Theology…….
Bridge:
There are so many who work so well
At keeping us from going to hell
Every Sunday they give all their heart and soul….
They lead worship, teach and pray
Watch our kids without any pay
Good community is their only goal…..
They go to meetings without any fuss
Organizing stuff to include all of us
Even though it takes a lot of their time
They hardly get a dime……
OHHHHHHHH it’s Dr. James Prette
OOHHHHH it’s Jason Nassi
OHHHHH it’s either a Kingsley
OOHHH it’s Simon Prittie
It’s Penny or Kristy
It’s Janet Doherty
It’s anyone who ends with “ee”…
Anyone who ends with “ee”…
OHH , OH OH oh oh OOOOOOOoh oh OH OHHH, OH OH….
OHH , OH OH oh oh OOOOOOOoh oh OH OHHH, OH OH….
OHHH It’s Pastor Randy
he loves orthodoxy……
Launa Kremler
Showing posts with label retreat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retreat. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My “Place” Persons tribute parody song
Friday, January 13, 2006
Place Retreat Reflections I
by Katie S
The longest Place Retreat ever! To be honest, I didn’t really notice the extra hour, but I think I slept through it so that may be why. The place retreat is always an interesting experience. It’s a place where you feel socially awkward, surrounded by people you don’t know but wish you knew because you see them every Sunday and they seem really cool but you’re just too scared to talk to them. In my case that might be a direct result of me being a dork and knowing that if I talk to those cool people they’ll find out. But that’s a different story all together. Then there are the people who you swear you’ve never seen before and you find it hard to believe that you’re members of the same community. And if you’re like me and you’re scared to go anywhere without someone you know, one or many of your good friends are there too. With these people you laugh, learn and act just plain crazy. You’re a mixing pot of creativity and enthusiasm.
The thing that is most amazing to me about this annual event is that social barriers are torn down. Our community is a giant farrago of people who come from different places and are passionate about different things. That’s something that makes the Place beautiful, but I personally find it challenging. I’ve heard more than a few times that our community can come across as exclusive or cliquey. It’s outright scary to walk through those doors for the first time on a Sunday night, into a motley mass of unfamiliar faces. I’ve been going to the place for over five years and sometimes it still freaks me out. But in a group of people as large as us, it’s impossible to really feel a sense of community if you don’t break up into smaller units. The Place Retreat proves to me, and I hope others, that we are an accepting and welcoming community. When there’s a slightly smaller number of us from all different social circles, making yourself vulnerable to people you don’t know by letting them know you is so much more tangible. I wouldn’t say that the retreat makes fewer yet larger Place pods; our social groupings don’t necessarily change. But it sure creates a lot more friendly faces on a Sunday night, and that in itself makes the Place feel more like home.
The longest Place Retreat ever! To be honest, I didn’t really notice the extra hour, but I think I slept through it so that may be why. The place retreat is always an interesting experience. It’s a place where you feel socially awkward, surrounded by people you don’t know but wish you knew because you see them every Sunday and they seem really cool but you’re just too scared to talk to them. In my case that might be a direct result of me being a dork and knowing that if I talk to those cool people they’ll find out. But that’s a different story all together. Then there are the people who you swear you’ve never seen before and you find it hard to believe that you’re members of the same community. And if you’re like me and you’re scared to go anywhere without someone you know, one or many of your good friends are there too. With these people you laugh, learn and act just plain crazy. You’re a mixing pot of creativity and enthusiasm.
The thing that is most amazing to me about this annual event is that social barriers are torn down. Our community is a giant farrago of people who come from different places and are passionate about different things. That’s something that makes the Place beautiful, but I personally find it challenging. I’ve heard more than a few times that our community can come across as exclusive or cliquey. It’s outright scary to walk through those doors for the first time on a Sunday night, into a motley mass of unfamiliar faces. I’ve been going to the place for over five years and sometimes it still freaks me out. But in a group of people as large as us, it’s impossible to really feel a sense of community if you don’t break up into smaller units. The Place Retreat proves to me, and I hope others, that we are an accepting and welcoming community. When there’s a slightly smaller number of us from all different social circles, making yourself vulnerable to people you don’t know by letting them know you is so much more tangible. I wouldn’t say that the retreat makes fewer yet larger Place pods; our social groupings don’t necessarily change. But it sure creates a lot more friendly faces on a Sunday night, and that in itself makes the Place feel more like home.
Place Retreat Reflections II
by Tally H
Imagine a place where ocean, trees, and mountains meet, where time is set aside for conversing over coffee and for canoe rides and jaunty forest strolls, and everyone pitches in to help clean up at the end of the day. The soundtrack is amazing, and all join in doing the Lord's work feeding the season's last mosquitoes.
Such was the Place retreat. To spend a weekend among friendly and interesting people eager to talk, to listen, and to raise their voices in every kind of joyful noise imaginable (the cowbell had not previously occurred to me as an instrument of praise) was a delight and a privilege. Much time was spent in conversation over mugs of hot caffeinated beverages, the only drawback of this being that one was also prone to spend a great deal of time in the washroom. But even there I found opportunities to meet people!
And the craft - that's when I knew I was among like-minded folk, when the adults were given an opportunity to do a craft. It was like getting to be in Sunday school all over again, but this time with fingers better coordinated to handle the scissors. (Tissue paper never gets any easier to deal with.)
All in all it was a fantastic, restful experience. I came away from the retreat praising God for putting such great people in my life - in all of our lives - and for coffee, music, Amy Grant, and even tissue paper.
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