Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Some quotes to ponder in the new year (thanks to the Mastery Foundation)

You should never hesitate to trade your cow for a handful of magic beans.   --Tom Robbins

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could: some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with you old nonsense.  --Ralph Waldo Emerson

If it is not true, it is very well invented. --Giordano Bruno

Life is short and we have too little time to gladden the hearts of those who travel the way with us. So, be swift to love and make haste to be kind.  --Henri-Frederic Amiel

Do you remember all the things you were worrying about a year ago? How did they work out? Didn't you waste a lot of fruitless energy on account of most of them? Didn't most of them turn out all right after all?  --Dale Carnegie

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.  --Walt Whitman

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality.  --Martin Luther King, Jr.

What is soul? It's like electricity--we don't really know what it is, but it is a force that can light up a room.  --Ray Charles

He who cannot change the very fabric of his thought will never be able to change reality, and will never, therefore, make any progress.   --Anwar Sadat

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence. --Rainer Maria Rilke

Those whom the gods love grow young.  --Oscar Wilde

 

Happy New Year! And Happy, Deepening Pondering!

 


     

Monday, December 27, 2021

Just back from North Branch

 Mimi, Tim and Eleanor live in North Branch, NY, which is close to 'nowhere' New York!

The way Bern's phone sends us we go 84 West to 17 West and then get off into the sticks. We travel Route 52, which is a road in Southern West Virginia too, and go through White Sulfur Springs (which has the same name as a town in southeastern West Virginia.

The two towns have nothing in common.

The one in New York is less than a mile long and has only a few stores.

The one in West Virginia is home of the Greenbrier, a resort visited by presidents like Wilson, FDR, Eisenhower and others.

Two different worlds.

But North Branch does look like West Virginia.

A mountain, their house, a two lane road, a house and a mountain.

But their house is old and great and they have a barn that could be turned into a residence and Tim is going to use for his music studio.

They're giving up their apartment in NYC since Tim can work remotely always and Mimi can get to the city in under two hours for a day or two every week or so.

We had a great time.

Eleanor is five and one of the smartest 5 year old kids anywhere.

She can already read quite a bit and has an enormous concentration ability.

We came back today--it's only about 2 1/2 hours from Cheshire--got Brigit from the doggie motel and, as much as we loved being with Mimi's family, were glad to be home.

(I had 98 emails--I opened 6 of them. Once your email gets out there you're to get a lot a stuff you don't want to read!)


Saturday, December 25, 2021

Christmas isn't over

 It's the end of Christmas day.

I did a 4 pm service at Trinity in Milton.

Then we went to John's for the traditional Christmas Eve party--people we love and love.

Last night Bern and I opened our gifts. I got a toboggan and a scarf with the Bears--as in Chicago Bears--my team, though it's hard to explain why...I like their uniforms.

I also got a Bob Dylan playing card and the novel by Hilary Clinton and Louise Penny (my favorite novelist). I got Bern a sweater, a shirt that say's "Don't" from Shitts Creek and a heffier to be given to a needy family somewhere in the world.

John was our only guest at dinner--wondrous.

Tomorrow, weather permitting, we go to Tim and Mimi and Eleanor's house.

We also did face time with Josh, Cathy, Morgan, Emma and Tegan, as well as Tim, Mimi and  Eleanor, who ran away, not wanting to be the center of attention.

But Christmas is not over.

Twelve days it lasts.

Enjoy them all.

Merry Christmas--all twelve days of it....


Thursday, December 23, 2021

The day before the day before...

December 23 is always a strange day for a priest.

It is the day before the day before.

It all starts tomorrow afternoon at a 4 p.m. service at Trinity, Milton.

Carols and sermon and communion. More Carols after.

Nothing on Christmas day  or Sunday.

A weekend off.

But the day before the day before seems long and strange though it is very dark already before 5:30.

Waiting for the Eve of Christmas is just as weird as waiting for Santa to come.

It will just be me and Bern and John for Christmas dinner.

After tomorrow's service will go to a small dinner party at John's house.

The day after Christmas we'll go to North Branch to be with Tim and Mimi and Eleanor.

That will be great.

But waiting is not my strong suit.

 

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

another story I wrote for Bern for Christmas

        How the

girls saved

  Christmas

                                                Bern's Christmas gift

                                    from Jim

                                       2014

 

                              (with much love)

 

 

 

 

 

                HOW THE GIRLS SAVED CHRISTMAS

 

        It was a dark and stormy night...well, actually, it was Christmas Eve in Baltimore, Maryland, United States of America, Planet Earth and it was dark, but not stormy—and the girls were so excited about Christmas and their cruise the day after that they knew they'd never sleep. They tried to be quiet so their parents wouldn't come into the room and tell them to go to sleep...but staying quiet when they were so excited was hard.

        The girls lived on Toone Street in a townhouse across from a dog park and a soccer field in the part of Baltimore known as Canton, just off I-95, next to Fells Point and only minutes from downtown. The girls names were Emma, Morgan and Tegan. Emma and Morgan were twins, though not nearly 'identical' since Emma has her mother's black hair and Morgan has her father's brown hair and Emma is almost a head taller. They are eight years old, which is a great age because they can read and write and never have to be bored. The third girl is Tegan and she is five, also a good age, because she is learning to read and write and will, once she masters those two things, never have to be bored either. Reading and writing are like that—cures for boredom.

        Plus, they all three wear glasses.

        That's no surprise since their mother and father and all four of their grandparents have terrible eyes and need glasses or contact lenses to see. Being able to 'see' is genetic, though I'm not sure what that means.

        But what the girls lawyer parents did not know was this: the glasses they got were magic glasses that gave the girls secret wonder powers no one knew about except the three of them and their grandmother, mother of their father (more about how she knew later.) They dared not tell their lawyer parents lest they become 'concerned'--a word the girls knew involved, in some way, intervention, like getting them new glasses that had no powers.

        Here are the powers they had: Tegan could make things fly; Morgan could turn into any animal; and Emma could sing things into being and sing and make people unable to see what was in front of them to see.

        They practiced their powers in private, with each other. Tegan would make their stuffed animals fly around the room. Morgan would turn into a cat or a polar bear or a lizard and the other two would play with Morgan, the animal. And Emma would sing about “she'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes” and six white horses would be in their room. Emma would take her glasses off and the horses would disappear, but it was fun for a moment or two to have six white horses in their shared bed-room.

        Even the animals Morgan could turn into had glasses on, so if Tegan and Emma heard their mom or dad coming down the hall, they'd jerk the glasses off the polar bear and Morgan would be there instead.

        It was hard keeping their super-powers secret because they loved to play around with them. Morgan would become a lobster and hide in the closet while Tegan made the things Emma sang into being fly around the room. Once Emma was singing “Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer,” who could fly anyway, so Tegan made Emma fly as well. The reindeer and Emma were soaring around the room when Josh, their father, opened the door. Tegan and Emma took off their glasses and Rudolph disappeared but Emma fell four feet onto the floor.

        Josh seemed not to notice what had been going on (parents are really kind of dim sometimes) and all he said was, “where's Morgan?”

        Emma crawled across the floor, though falling had hurt her a bit, into the closet and tore the magic glasses from the lobster's face. Morgan suddenly was back and Josh seemed confused (which is what parents are much of the time that we are kids....)

        Once when Cathy, the girls' mother was with their dog, Laura, in the dog park across the street, the girls were watching from the living room window. Morgan turned herself into a Puli, like the dog her dad's parents have, and went to run with the dogs in the park. Tegan, for just a moment, because she wanted to see it happen, made all the dogs fly a little, then took off her glasses. Emma sang a little of “How much is that doggie in the window?” and all the dogs in the park were suddenly outside the living room window until she pulled her glasses off. None of the adults in the dog park noticed any of that—which is the way 'adults' are, sadly.

        There were lots of other adventures the girls had with their magic powers. Like the time Tegan made her teacher fly a bit and Morgan turned into a turtle and walked around her classroom and Emma sang “Hey, diddle, diddle” and made a cat with a fiddle and a cow show up for a moment near the altar of the Episcopal Cathedral in Baltimore where they went to church. She took her glasses off really fast and no one seemed to notice but one member of the choir who left for a while to recover from what she knew was a hallucination.

        But this story is about how the girls, with their oh-so-secret powers saved Christmas in 2014. So, let's go back to Christmas Eve on Toone Street, near midnight with three super-power girls who couldn't get to sleep.

        What you don't know, unless I tell you, is that Santa was getting sleepy and a little sloppy by the time he got to Baltimore plus someone was trying to stop Christmas, more about that later too. Christmas Eve had started a lot earlier out over Asia and Africa and Europe. Since Baltimore is in the Eastern Time Zone of the United States all that was left in his journey to bring gifts to children was North and South America and a few islands in the Pacific Ocean. But he'd been at it for a long time for an old elf and there was another problem you'll learn later and he flew a little too low into Baltimore and his sleigh hit the winking eye man who stands for some beer just off I-95 and careened, out of control and landed on the soccer field beyond the dog park in Canton, just across from where the girls lived.

        Emma, Morgan and Tegan heard the crash and ran downstairs to look out the the living room window.

        “Oh no,” Morgan said, there are still people walking around, even though it is late. What if they see Santa and his sleigh? They'll call 911 and Christmas will be over.”

        So Emma sang a lullaby that made anyone near the crash sight not see anything. Everything was normal for people walking by.

        “We have to do something,” Morgan said, putting on her glasses and changing into a red-tailed hawk and flying out the window Emma opened to see what was going on.

        Tegan made both Emma and her able to fly and they flew out the window after Morgan, the hawk, to check on the crash site.

        Well, it was a mess: the sleigh was broken up and several of the reindeer were hurt and presents were all over the soccer field. Santa was unconscious. What a mess.

        Emma sang, “wake up, wake up, you sleepy head” and Santa came out of his knock-out state. They checked the reindeer and it became clear than Rudolph was too injured to fly. Emma sang, “I'll be home for Christmas” while touching Rudolph and he went back to the North Pole where Mrs. Claus and the elves nursed him back to health after a few days.

        “But what will I do?” Santa said to the girls, “all the presents for North and South America are scattered all over this field and I'm one reindeer short for the rest of the trip? Plus, my sleigh is broken”

        “Never mind,” Emma told him, Tegan can gather the presents really quickly and Morgan can turn into a reindeer and help pull the sleigh.”

        So Tegan made all the presents scattered over the soccer field fly back to Santa's bag in a jiffy. And Morgan first turned into a beaver and repaired the sleigh with mud and then turned into a reindeer and joined the other reindeers.

        “Everything will be alright,” Emma told Santa.

        “Don't worry,” Tegan said, “we're here to help you.”

        “But there's one more thing you don't know about,” Santa told them, “their is an evil witch who is trying to ruin Christmas. I've avoided her most of the time so far, but without Rudolph and as fragile as my sleigh is now, she might have enough power to stop me right here and all the children in North and South America won't get their presents.”

        The girls were suddenly confused. They were so young and yet Christmas depended on them. Morgan said, “I wish we could talk to grandma, she'd know what to do.”

        Their father's mother was the only person who knew about their powers because she came into the dining room at some point over the Thanksgiving holiday and saw Bela and Laura, the two dogs, flying around. Tegan took off her glasses and both dogs hit the floor. But then, Bern, their grandma, made the girls tell about their powers. She promised never to tell anyone else, not even their grandpa, who she told everything. So Morgan turned into a rabbit and Emma sang Bobby Shaftoe into being before they both took off their glasses. Their grandma clapped and laughed at what powers her granddaughters had. And they all joined hands to swear to keep the secrete.

        Santa asked, “does your grandma have a phone?”

        The girls told him the number and he took out his smart phone and dialed it and Bern answered.

        “Are you the grandmother of Morgan, Emma and Tegan?” he asked.

        “Of course,” she said, “who are you?”

        “Well, this is Santa Claus,” he told her, knowing most adults didn't believe in him anymore.

        Santa!,” Bern said, very excited, “so you are REAL!”

        “Of course I'm real,” he told her, “for those who believe.”

        “Oh, Santa,” Bern told him, “I believe....I believe....”

        “Then you need to talk to....”, Santa said.

        Emma grabbed the phone. “There's a witch whose trying to stop Christmas and Rudolph got hurt and Morgan had to fix the sleigh....”

        Morgan, as Rudolph pushed her big deer head in front of Emma and said (she could talk when she turned into an animal, though her voice took on a bit of the creature she was, so she sounded much like a deer) “Grandma, should we try to stop the witch? Emma could sing her here....”

        “That might work,” her grandma said, “but please, all of you be careful.”

        “We will,” Emma and Morgan said together, “and Merry Christmas...tell Granpa too.”

        “I will,” their grandma said, “but he's sound asleep, the phone didn't wake him up.”

        So Emma sang a song about the Witch who wanted to kill Christmas and, sure enough, there she was, on the soccer field, flaming and angry and vicious. But Morgan turned from Rudolph into a T-Rex and ate the witch up, real quick.

        Santa was a little nervous about the dinosaur (as were Tegan and Emma) so Morgan was back as herself.

        “She's gone,” Morgan said, “now what do we do?”

        “It's Christmas,” Santa said, “and we have lots of children to give presents to. Morgan, you need to be a reindeer again. Tegan, you need to help the sleigh fly. And Emma, you have to sing “Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer” whenever we encounter fog or clouds so I can see. Are you girls up to that?”

        They all made sure their magic glasses were firmly in place and did exactly as Santa asked. And off they went, Emma and Tegan in the sleigh, Morgan as a flying reindeer, to deliver the presents to all the girls and boys from Boston to Bogata, from Columbus to Columbia, from Chicago to Chile. From San Francisco to San Juan, from Anchorage to Argentina.

        What a long night for Santa and the girls, but when all the gifts are delivered, Emma hugged Tegan and the reindeer, Morgan and sang “Home again, Home again, jiggidy, jig,” as she took the glasses off the reindeer Morgan, and the girls are all in their room again and it was 7 in the morning in Baltimore. They should have been exhausted, but saving Christmas is something that gives you a lot of energy, so when they heard their parents, Josh and Cathy, outside their room, they ran out to meet them and all five of them went up to the top floor of the townhouse to open presents.

        Christmas was wonderful. They got so many great gifts and then they talked to their mother's parents, who lived in Baltimore, and their father's parents in Connecticut about how wondrous and perfect it all was. And the next day they would go on a cruise with their mom's parents. How great it was to be Morgan and Emma and Tegan!

        When they talked to their Grandma Bern, she whispered to them, “how did things turn out with Santa?”

        And they all told her what they had done to save Christmas and she was so proud of her three granddaughters. So proud and happy about how they had saved Christmas. And she told them each one and swore she'd never tell anyone (even their parents) about their glasses and how they gave them powers. Not ever. And she never did.

        And the girls had many more adventures with their powers: Tegan making things fly; Morgan, turning into any animal; Emma, singing things into being and keeping people from seeing what was in front of them.

        Many adventures they had, for years and years.

        But on Christmas, 2014, after the presents from Santa were opened, Cathy, their mother, asked them what they wanted to eat for breakfast.

        Tegan said, “pancakes!”

        Emma said, “sausage!”

        And Morgan said, “I'm not hungry at all.”

        Cathy and Josh were astonished by that, but they didn't know that Morgan had eaten the Witch who wanted to destroy Christmas. She wouldn't be hungry for a few days though she'd eat to make her parents happy.

        She'd do that because the three of them (besides having such wonderful powers) were the three best girls in the the world, ever....Really.

 

       

 

 

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Christmas Eve Sermon

Christmas Eve 2021

        Christmas Eve is a hard sermon to preach because it brings to mind one of the most difficult theological concepts we have to wrestle with—INCARNATION.

        Why on earth would God want to become a human being? Why would the Creator want to become incarnate as a creature? What is INCARNATION all about? How does it make sense.

        That’s why, this evening, you get two sermons for the price of one. I need two sermons to deal with the INCARNATION.

        The first sermon is ‘Hound Dogs and confused Ducks’.

        Mark Twain once said, “I love my hound dog, I love my hound dog more than most people. My hound dog is my best and most trusted companion. But there is no way, in heaven or on earth I would become a hound dog to die for my hound dog’s sins.”

        Mark Twain didn’t get the incarnation. He didn’t ‘get it’ at all.

        Then there was a man who lived deep in the woods who was an agnostic, if not an atheist. He just couldn’t believe the ‘incarnation’—he didn’t get why God would become Human.

        Then one night in late December, during a massive snow storm with strong winds, he heard a loud thud against his house.

        He suited up and went outside to find 6 wild ducks, confused and damaged from flying into his house in the storm. He knew he needed to get them into his barn to save their lives. But nothing he tried would work. They just wouldn’t go where he wanted them to go.

        Then he had the idea to go into the barn and get one of his tame ducks. The tame duck and the wild ducks hit it off and when the tame duck ran back to the barn, the wild ducks followed.

        Then the man realized he had had to send ‘one of their own’ to the ducks to save them.

        He suddenly understood the ‘incarnation’ and realized it was Christmas Eve and felt tears on his face in the midst of the storm.

 

        The second sermon is called “Angel Song”.

        I have tinnitus. It is usually called ‘ringing in the ears’, but it is not always just that. One day, years ago, I turned off our radio, that was tuned to a classical music station, and half-way up our back stairs, I still heard the music playing. I went back to check the radio and it was off.

        So, I realized my brain was just playing the music in my ears.

        Imagine those shepherds—common men and boys—watching their sheep on a dark and cold night when suddenly the sky exploded with angels singing and great wondrous light.

        Have you ever heard the angels’ songs?

        Those shepherds did. And it led them to a barn in Bethlehem to see a mother and her baby and an older father in the background and all the creatures in a barn.

        Did that Angel song play and play again in their ears and hearts as they bowed to the baby and then went back to their flocks?

        I think and hope they heard that song in their heads for days and years and always.

        And on this Night of All Nights, I pray the Angels’ song will live in our ears and minds and hearts for years to come, for always.

        Please God, may we hear the Angels’ song always and may it lead us to the barn, in our hearts, to meet our Savior—God ‘incarnate’—who came to lead us to paradise and make us whole. Whole.

        Whole.

        Whole.

        Amen and Merry Christmas.

 

Blog Archive

About Me

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.