Sunday, October 30, 2022

No Sunday World Series game

For the first time since 1947--the year I was born, so I know how long ago that was--there will be no Sunday game in this year's World Series.

Why, you may ask?

They didn't want to compete with the NFL for viewers!

Surprise, it's about viewers and money.

Isn't everything?

Competition is the name of the game of Life.

I wish it weren't so.

I wish we were all on the same level--everyone well paid, no uber-rich folks, no competition for status or wealth, just everyone with what they need to have a full and happy life.

Just wishing!

I guess that makes me a socialist.

I don't shrink from the title.

The poor and homeless shouldn't be poor and homeless in the most wealthy country on the planet.

Spread it out.

Take care of all God's children.

Let the immigrants in.

Unless you're a native American, you came from somewhere else.

Why shouldn't they come to us and be welcomed.

Socialist may not describe me accurately enough.

I'm not sure what would.

I like being indescribable.

 

Saturday, October 29, 2022

I hate Halloween

 I think I've said this before but I'll say it again: "I hate Halloween!"

At some point I must have told you about being nearsighted (nobody knew!) and wearing a mask and being, literally, 'spooked out'.

But what happened in South Korea is yet another reason to hate Halloween.

Almost 200 killed and hundreds more hurt when a crowd, celebrating the Korean form of Halloween, got out of control.

Can you imagine being stomped to death by other human beings?

What a great tragedy.

When did Halloween stop being for kids and have adults walking over each other?

Not a good Holiday.

We shouldn't even call it a 'holiday' since that is a form of 'Holy Day'.

Nothing 'holy' about it.

Pray for the victims in Seoul. 


Friday, October 28, 2022

I play Hearts

     I play Hearts on-line against three artificial opponents--John, Lisa and Wanda.

    I play 100 games most of the time--not all at once but over several days. I usually win between 86 and 90.

    A live player has a big advantage over a machine.

    But in the last several days, I've won the first 25 of the 100.

    I've never won 25 in a row before!

    It's making me a tad nervous.

    Things usually go wrong at some point in the 100 games.

    But not this time.

    And though some of the wins have been come-backs, I've tended to win lop sided games.

    What will I do if I don't lose?

    I'll have to quit playing, I suppose.

    We'll see.

 

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Falling leaves

        Although I hate winter and the cold it brings, I really appreciate Autumn.

    I sat on our back porch for 15 minutes this afternoon, watching leaves fall from the trees.

    Nature is re-making itself into something new--though it comes ever year.

    Leaves falling is like a slow motion ballet.

    It is wondrous to watch.

    Enjoy the falling leaves and autumn.

    Enjoy and be glad.

    Spring will come.

    It really will.

    And the whole cycle will begin again.

    Thank goodness....

 

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

This weeks sermon

 

Luke is my favorite Gospel.

       It is the gospel full of compassion.

       Mark is a New York Times article.

       Matthew has an agenda.

       John’s Jesus is too good to be accurate.

       But Luke reaches out to the lost.

       Like in today’s gospel about Zacchaeus in Jericho.

       Zacchaeus is a tax collector—like the man in last week’s gospel—he was considered a sinner by Jews because he took their money for the Roman Empire.

       I like Zacchaeus, not because of his job, but because, like him, I’m not very tall.

       I reached my full height in 9th grade and was a very good Junior High basketball player.

       But by the next September, everyone else had grown and I couldn’t make the high school team.

       I know what it’s like to not be able to see over a crowd of people.

       I never climbed a tree to see, but I have stood on boxes and rocks to look over other people’s heads.

       Jesus had never met Zacchaeus, but he called him by name down from his sycamore tree and told him he would stay at his house that day.

       This is what I mean about Luke’s compassionate Jesus. The crowd was horrified that he was going to visit a ‘sinner’, one who had betrayed his own people.

       But Zacchaeus told him the would give half his wealth to the poor and repay four times what he had taken from others. That was a great ‘pay back’ to those beneath him and Jesus was pleased.

       Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because he too is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek out and save the lost.”

       THE SON OF MAN CAME TO SEEK OUT AND SAVE THE LOST.

       Talk about compassion!

       Let’s spend a few moments in silence thinking and pondering the compassion we have ‘shown’ and the compassion that has been ‘shown’ to us.

 

Monday, October 24, 2022

Another rainy day

The rain keeps falling--almost every day, it seems.

But today is even wetter--the Yankees were swept by the Astro's last night.

No World Series for the Yanks this year.

Astro's and Phillies (of all teams!)

So, my tears mix with the rain.

 

 

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Looking bad for them

The Yankees lost both games in Houston.

It's looking bad for them--they have to win 4 out of 5 to make the World Series.

I don't have much confidence in them.

But I love the Yankees so.

I'll watch part of the game tonight but have church tomorrow.

Probably shouldn't pray about baseball--but I'll keep them near my heart tonight.

GO, YANKEES!!!

 

Friday, October 21, 2022

Indite already!

 A federal judge has said the former President 'knowingly lied' when he signed some papers saying the election figures he presented were accurate.

The document even said 'under threat of perjury'.

An email from John Eastman, the ex-president's lawyer at the time, revealed that Eastman told him the documents were false but he signed them anyway.

Legal scholars agree that if he weren't a former President he would have been indicted long ago.

So, cut to the chase.

Indite already!


Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Sleep

Last night was the best sleep I've had since being in the hospital.

I slept from 10:30 p.m. until 8:30 a.m.

If I got up to go to the bathroom, I did it sleep walking.

It felt so, so good.

Because I'm on a pill to rid my body of fluids, I usually get up twice in the night to go to the bathroom.

But not last night.

And the swelling in my ankles is almost gone.

Sleep is the savior of our lives.

Sleep well, tonight, beloved.

And pray that I do as well....

 

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

The Yankees won!

 After a 5 game series, the Yankees won and move on to the League Finals.

I am so glad.

I know you know I've been a Yankee fan my whole life.

I wish I didn't care so much because it causes me such angst.

But I do.

And will.

On we go.

Tomorrow is the first game.

You know who I want to win.


Monday, October 17, 2022

This week's sermon (written early because I need to listen to it!)

 

October 23, 2022

          Today, I want to talk about ‘humility’.

          Humility is one of those things we should all want but seldom have.

          The root word of ‘humility’ is the Greek ‘humus’, which means ‘the dirt’, ‘the earth’, the ground we walk on.

          Remember how in Genesis God ‘forms’ or ‘molds’ Adam from the dust and breathes life into him.

          We are created, according to that story, from the ‘humus’—so we should be full of ‘humility’.

          And notice how God ‘molded’ Adam, like a potter would mold his clay to make something—a pot, a vase, a piece of art.

          One way we describe ‘humility’ is to say we are ‘down to earth’—down to the dirt, down to the dust we were molded from.

          (As an aside: Eve was created from Adam’s rib, which means—though it’s often been forgotten or ignored over the centuries—that she did not come from his skull, to lord it over him, or from his feet, to be in subjection to him, but from his rib—to stand beside him and be his equal. We should never forget that women and men are equal in God’s creation.)

          I was, in my childhood, the youngest of 15 first cousins on my mother’s side. My grandmother, Lina Manona Jones, used to tell us: “don’t get above your raisin’.”

          I thought she meant a dried grape until one of my cousins told me she meant ‘raising’—who you were and who you came from.

          Good advice for those seeking humility—don’t get above you ‘raising’.

          Don’t pretend to be more important than you are, more than your gene pool, more than your family heritage.

          In today’s Gospel, Jesus tells a parable about a Pharisee—the highest caste in Jewish hierarchy—and a tax collector—someone who worked for the Romans and oppressed his fellow Jews.

          The Pharisee prayed, “God, I thank you that I am not like other people: thieves, rogues, adulterers, or even like this tax collector.”

          But the tax collector, his head bowed, beat his chest and prayed, “God, be merciful to me, a sinner.”

          “I tell you this,” Jesus told the crowd, “this man went down to his home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves we be exalted.”

          Which do we want? To be humbled or exalted in God’s eyes?

          Let us take a few moments to ponder ‘humility’ and not getting above our raising….

Amen and amen.

 

Sunday, October 16, 2022

Sunday off

 Today was a Sunday off.

I didn't sleep in. I usually get up at 8 a.m.

I didn't do much, though.

Went to the wine store, played hearts and solitaire, read a David Rosenfelt novel, looked at email, stuff like that.

People think priests should go to church every Sunday.

I don't.

I love a Sunday off!

Lazy Sunday and no regrets.


Saturday, October 15, 2022

White Dog--RIP

     White Dog is dead.

    He belonged to our next door neighbor and Brigit adored him.

    She's been looking for him every day and David told Bern today he died a couple of weeks ago.

    His real name was Westie and he was 14 years old--blind and deaf for several years but could still smell Brigit.

    They would meet at the fence and wag and sniff and pee.

    He got into our yard a couple of times and Brigit was in White Dog heaven.

    And now he is gone.

    Bern was crying when she came back from talking with David.

    He hadn't told us, he told her, because it was so painful to him.

    My contention is that when dogs die the pain is acute for us--but it fades quicker than when people die.

    Farewell, White Dog!

    We will miss you.

    Especially Brigit.

 

Thursday, October 13, 2022

They did it!

The January 6 committee ended their 3 hour presentation today (all of which was about what the former President knew and what he did) by issuing (by unanimous vote) a summons for him to appear before them and answer questions.

There is almost no chance he would obey the summons--none, not any, nada.

But it was a great way to end their hearing.

He wouldn't dare, given all they have told me, submit to that, unless he's even more unbalanced and crazy than I think he is (which is a lot on both counts).

But it would be interesting, to say the least.

I'd pay to watch that.

 

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Hurray for Waterbury!!!

A Jury in Waterbury, CT today required Alex Jones to pay nearly a billion dollars in damages to the Sandy Hook families whose relatives died in a school shooting he called a hoax.

I served St. John's in Waterbury for 21 years as their rector.

When I drive through, as I did today, I always look for the church tower on the Green and have fond memories of my time there and all who touched me deeply.

Good for that jury.

Not enough Bad could happen to Alex Jones.

(Jones, by the way, was my mother's family name, but that doesn't let him off the hook with me!)

To lie about dead children.

How much more despicable could you be?

Not much.

Not much at all.

 

Monday, October 10, 2022

Getting old just happens

    No one wants to get old...it just happens.

    Time passes.

    Just like that.

    I see a lot more doctors than I did when I was 40.

    Many of my health care providers have retired!

    So, I'm breaking in new ones.

    I wear hearing aids, for goodness sake, and today I asked my PC doctor to get me a (gasp!) handicapped parking sticker.

    I filled out my part of the form and should get it soon.

    Easy parking!

    Not a bad trade for getting older.

    But by no means a good one....

    Just wait.

    It will happen to you.

 

Old friend and older friends

            I got a post card last week from a Credo conference in Roslyn, Virginia from 3 priest friends--Chris, George and Nancy.

    I knew the first two when I was a young priest in West Virginia. They were on the Jr. High Camp team with me and became life-long buddies. (They called me 'Bomber', though I don't remember why.)

    The last was a seminarian in CT years later. An upper middle class woman who would serve upper-middle class parishes after she was through with me in the urban church.

    I've been retired so long I don't really know what Credo stands for anymore--or most Episcopal Church logos.

    They wrote to let me know they were sharing stories about me--Lord help me!

    I wish I could have been there with them.

    Old friends, bookends...whatever that means.

    I love them all.

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.