Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Broken-hearted

The Yankees lost last night. Their season is over. I'm not even going to say, "wait 'til next year!"

I've been a Yankee fan all my life.

When my father was in NYC ready to ship out to Europe for WW II, someone gave him tickets to a World Series Game--Yankees and Dodgers (still in Brooklyn).

He and his friends went to the game and he decided whoever won would be his 'team'. Not many to choose from in Southern WV! The Reds, I guess, or what was then the Washington Nationals.

Needless to say, the Yankees won and my dad infected me with Yankee love.

When I was a kid they were head and shoulders over everyone but the affor-mentioned Dodgers.

The sports reporter on Channel 6 in Bluefield (one of only three channels we got) would start his report by saying, "Let's see who the Yankees clobbered."

Nothing like that time for Yankee fans.

But I hoped against hope for this year.

Heart-broken again.


 
 
 

 

Monday, October 4, 2021

How I've changed

I haven't been nearly as controversial on my blog since "he who will not be named" left office.

So, I'm ready for a rant!

Joe Manchin is an A-hole!

He's from my home state of WV and has a D. after his name, but he's not a Democrat with a capital D--his is a small d for dumb-a**.

From one of the poorest states in the country, he is blocking the passage of the Build Back Better bill that would provide West Virginians with more help than most states.

But at least he's said what he wants: to cut the price tag from 3.5 trillion over ten years to more like a single trillion.

Arizona's Kyrsten Sinema, democrat in name only is joining him but she won't say what she wants!!!

These two so-called Democrats could undo the whole Biden agenda and hurt many millions of people around the nation.

(Course Manchin gets lots of coal money and Sinema lots of pharmacy $--both of which would be affected by the environmental and drug pricing parts of the bill!!!)

What Idiots!

And that's the polite word....

 

 

 

Saturday, October 2, 2021

Why?

Why do baseball players spit so much?

I've been watching baseball on TV for a week now.

The season is too long and games are too long and, let's face it, compared to football and basketball and even tennis, baseball is boring.

But I've been watching because my Yankees might make the wild-card game.

And I've noticed, not for the first time, how much baseball players spit.

If they were chewing tobacco, as many used to, it would make some sense. I chewed tobacco in my teen years and loved it. My teeth didn't.

But they're blowing bubbles from bubble gum, or eating nuts, but they spit all the time.

Basketball players never spit.

Nor to tennis players.

Football players might but their helmets keep you from knowing.

But baseball players--spit, spit and spit some more.

How come?

I just can't figure it out.

Spit, spit, spit.

Why?

Let me know if you know.

 

Friday, October 1, 2021

Sunday's sermon

 

Sunday, 10-3-2021

       A preacher should know who their speaking to.

       I think I know you well enough now to imagine that today’s gospel is somewhat unsettling to many of you.

       Mark’s Jesus is straight forward in his condemnation of divorce.

       Some Christian churches still do not recognize civil divorce, including the largest Christian denomination in the world—the Roman Catholic church.

       (But, as a Catholic, if you ‘know someone’ high enough up or are willing to pay for the service, the Church will provide you with a Papal ‘annulment’ so you may leave your spouse behind and remarry! That seems a tad ‘two-faced’ to me….)

       The Episcopal Church recognizes divorce and re-marriage. It would be ironic if the church, having come from the Church of England which came into being in 1550, breaking from the Roman church so King Henry VIII could divorce his wife Catherine and marry Ann Boleyn, would not have a more open view of divorce and remarriage!

       The re-marriage of a divorced person must come as a request from a parish priest to the Bishop of the Diocese, who makes the final decision.

       I must tell you, in nearly 40 years as a priest, I have never had that request turned down. (However, as some of you know, the most recent marriage I did, permission did not come until the eve of the wedding day!)

       Would I have done it anyway? Most likely I would have and let the Bishop’s ire come on my head.

       In Jesus’ time, women were considered ‘property’ by Jewish law. ‘Property of their father from birth and ‘property’ of their husband after marriage.

       You notice when the Pharisees come to Jesus, they ask, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife?” No mention of a woman divorcing her husband since, as Jesus gets out of them when he asks what Moses said, they answer: “Moses allowed a man to write a certificate of dismissal and to divorce her.”

       For his time, Jesus was a great defender of women. We see it over and again.

       But in the gospels, men were described by where they came from: Saul of Tarsus, Jesus of Nazareth, like that.

       But women were described as related to their husbands or their sons: Mary, wife of Joseph or mother of Jesus—in John’s Gospel, on the Cross, Jesus tells his mother that the beloved disciple is now her son. He does that to give her and identity since Joseph is dead and Jesus is dying.

       The only woman in the gospels named for where she comes from is Mary of Magdala.

       (I have a lot to say of Mary of Magdala, but not today!)

       So, we could see Jesus’ rejection of divorce as an act in defense of women.

       At any rate, divorce is not the issue for us.

       For human beings, when something is ‘broken’, we either fix it or get rid of it.

       When my car broke down on Route 8 South, leaving here the third Sunday I was with you, I had it fixed and drive it still. But the day will come when it can’t be fixed and I will trade it in.

       The same of marriages. My first advice for a broken marriage would be to ask the couple to try counseling and re-conciliation to ‘fix’ it. But, if that doesn’t work, the best idea for both people is to move on.

       All of that said, the Gospel ends with Jesus taking children in his arms and declaring, ‘whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will never enter it.”

       Lord knows, children make mistakes. It’s how they learn and grow.

       It is the same with we adults—we learn and grow from our mistakes.

       Even when the mistake was a marriage.

       Our mistakes teach us humility and makes us like little children again open to the kingdom of God….Amen.

        

Third jab

 Today I got my Covid booster shot by simply walking into Rite-Aid and asking for it.

I feel safer already.

Don't get me started on the anti-vaccination folks....

Get the damn shot!

I saw a school teacher in New York on Youtube today who was going to quit teaching instead of getting the vaccination as her school board mandated.

She was a young Jewish woman who had a "religious exemption".

But when pressed by the CNN reporter. she could not define what the religious belief was that made her avoid the vaccine.

Most religions I understand teach us to respect and protect one another. I can't think of how a religious belief could keep us from taking a shot to protect, in her case, the children she taught.

Most religions also warn us to take care of ourselves and not put ourselves in danger.

Denying the vaccine puts you and those around you in danger.

So quit, young woman, that at least will protect your students, but the part about taking care of yourself is up for grabs.

She was an emotional young woman, torn to bits by having to quit teaching children she loved.

But I felt no sympathy toward her. None at all.

Get the shot and keep teaching, for God's sake....and your own!


Wednesday, September 29, 2021

I usually hate the internet

I'm a devout Baby Boomer, so I am not tech savvy.

I usually hate the internet, but sometimes it can do wonders.

Like today.

For a week I've been trying to remember a rhyme I've known for years.

It goes like this: "I never saw a ??? I never hope to see one. But I can tell you right now, I'd rather see than be one."

So I go on line and find out what I've never seen.

A purple cow.

It's a poem by Gelett Burgess written in the 1890's and admired by Emily Dickinson.

Go figure.

Pondering something you don't quite remember--go on line and remember....

 

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

I probably ruined my favorite shoes

I got out of the car at a supermarket today and stepped in a puddle.

My shoes felt weird after that.

My feet moved around too much.

They were my favorite shoes.

If I ruined them, I'll go on line (or, rather, Bern will) and find another pair.

I wear them everyday and love them.

I've hung them up to see if they'll dry out.

I pray so.

Should one pray about shoes?

I'm not sure.

You should ask a real priest....

 

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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.