tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247403322024-03-06T03:25:31.560-05:00the church lady cooksI am anchored and bouyed by the life of the church and the life of my kitchen. Occasionally, I get sidetracked...Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-55881427349268855522019-02-08T14:28:00.003-05:002019-02-08T14:36:46.470-05:00Why Beauty?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br /><br /><i>Philippians 4:8-9 NRSV<br />Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Keep on doing the things that you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, and the Peace of God will be with you.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Paul tells his congregation in Philippi, and us, that God’s peace comes from focusing on what is good and true…and beautiful! The congregation in Philippi knew, as we do, that there’s always something to complain about, sometimes deeply hurtful things. However, as children of God, we know that life is a gift from God and to be celebrated. As Christians, we know that following Jesus leads us on a path that, while perhaps not easy, is full of the Peace of God. <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />For 2000 years Christians have tried to follow Jesus. Today’s reading from the Letter to the Hebrews is another example of what that path looks like. To me these steps – the practice of deep empathy – are ‘next-level’ instructions, lessons for those who are at a place within themselves that they can focus on others. <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />Jesus knew his path isn’t easy! We are so easily distracted! How do we know where the path is? How do we stay to it? Christians in America today are perhaps more like the congregation in Philippi than previous centuries’ of Christians -- we are seriously outside the cultural norm and the path we are trying to follow, and to lead others’ towards, is obscured.<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />The Psalmist instructs us, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” <br /><br />************<br /><br /><br /> <br /></span><br />
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<br /><br /><br /><br />Certainly, God’s word was all that was necessary for John Calvin in the 16th century: Scripture alone would bring the beauty of God’s creation into focus, creating a clear path to God’s Peace. <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />Calvin, in his <i>Institutes</i>, tells us that nature is indeed a “most beautiful book.” The natural world is the first instruction we receive in learning about God. And the natural world instructs us in God’s order and God’s desire. Calvin would say we need to follow Scripture to unlock God’s plan. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But the natural world is vast! And, in our daily lives, the world seems very different than what Scripture describes. For multiple reasons, <i>sola scriptura</i> cannot be our only lamp. Following Jesus was never easy; in the 21st century it is ever-more complicated.<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />But...Calvin was on to something: <b>focusing</b>. <br /><br />How do we know what to focus on? How do we learn “to see heaven in a wild flower?” <br /><br />**** <br /><br />I’m going to jump forward through the Romantics 400 years to Los Angeles in the mid-1960s.<br /><br />****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />Sister Corita Kent was a deeply formed Sister of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Her college classes were filled with young women who were not necessarily Catholic or practicing Christians; when you hear Corita teaching, it’s not surprising that she never talks about God, Jesus, or the Sacraments... She talked a lot about Beauty. Sister Corita believed in the beauty of the world and the <b>joy </b>of the everyday. She was frustrated that art could only mean one way of seeing. Told by her Roman Catholic superiors that her art wasn’t appropriate, she turned to the world outside the Church. <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Corita used the ordinary items of her contemporary Los Angeles world and refocused them, telling a counter-cultural story, making a spiritual message, pointing to God’s Peace.<br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />This is one of Sister Corita's students, as a class, downtown, on Sunset Blvd, participating in an exercise on focusing. <br /><br /><br />Corita tells her class that of course it <i>is possible</i> to take the whole of the world in…but sometimes what you need a small piece. In her words, <br /><br /><i><br />“I think that's really what a work of art is...it's a small piece that you can digest which gives you a kind of idea of the richness that is in the whole.” </i><br /><br />***<br /><br />Where does this journey from Paul through the Reformation, Romantic Era and into our own take us? We too are called to focus others on God's Great Work. <br /> <br /><br />And it is indeed what we are doing with Signs of Life! <br /><br /><br />Sadly, it doesn’t serve our purpose well to walk around with a 1-inch square view-focuser…<br /><br /><br />Instead, the Brothers' understanding of the Eucharist, of living the liturgy daily, of living in Community, will help us create Lamps…Signs…that illuminate the everyday. And, I hope, use the everyday to illuminate the Sacred. <br /><br />In the Lent 2020 Offering, we –Brothers and Communications people and curriculum writers alike—are being asked to focus on very small portions of God’s Grandeur in our hope that others will come to love Jesus and this liturgical way of living in God’s Peace. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />**** <br /><br />I started on this homolini with a scripture search for “Beauty” and of course the first up was “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”<br /> <br /> Vapid? Yes. But it also begs the question: <b>Who is the beholder? </b><br /><br /><br /><br />What is beautiful to one person may not be to another. How do we talk about what we believe to be Beautiful and True without dismissing others’ experience? <br /> <br /> One of the very great dangers of this entire project is that we will end up in a binary area with one side heavily weighted towards Grace and the other unvalued.<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br /><br /> Swinging back to our mini theme of Beauty, I want to start us with a quote from the Rule of the Society of Saint John the Evangelist:<br /> <br /><i><br />“This deep intention at the heart of our life to find God in all things means learning to trust that divine companionship continues undiminished even when we feel only boredom and frustration.” <br /> If this is so, then beauty must also be available in all of creation, even what we think of as ugly.</i><br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />**what is the counterpoint to Beauty? If the world God created is Good, can anything be ugly? <br /><br /> What's the counterpoint? Counterpoint brings more than one voice into relationship with the melody, highlighting one and then other for a polyphonic experience. <br /><br />Is the counterpoint of Beauty ... Falsehood?<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />**Is beauty solely in the mind? How do you experience beauty with your body? <br /><br />What I want to ask is: What is the “practical application” of beauty. <br /> We know beauty – if we are the beholder – <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />How does this play out liturgically? <br /> <br /> If we were to apply this theme to the structure of the others, what would be the theological meaning of Beauty? And how would we see that meaning in the liturgy and reflected back into our lives?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />***affiliated readings***<br /><br /><br /><br />Philippians 4:8-9 The Message <br /><br />Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious -- the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies. <br /><br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br />Pied Beauty, Gerard Manley Hopkins <br /><br /> <br /><br />Glory be to God for dappled things – <br /><br /> For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; <br /><br /> For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; <br /><br />Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; <br /><br /> Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; <br /><br /> And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. <br /><br /> <br /><br />All things counter, original, spare, strange; <br /><br /> Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) <br /><br /> With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; <br /><br />He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: <br /><br />Praise him. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Auguries of Innocence, William Blake <br /><br />To see a World in a Grain of Sand <br /><br />And a Heaven in a Wild Flower <br /><br />Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand <br /><br />And Eternity in an hour</span>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-26701915172238796762017-02-06T13:57:00.000-05:002019-02-06T21:36:34.726-05:00The Purification, Presentation, and Our Confession of Sin - NOTESI am a big fan of the liturgical reciting of the Confession of Sin.<br />
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According to the rubrics - as I have been taught - of the 1979 Episcopal Book of Common Prayer, we stand for corporate prayer. In a practical sense that means that I stand a lot during the service:<br />
We stand for the processional<br />
for the welcome<br />
song of praise<br />
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We sit for the readings<br />
standing to witness as a people the proclamation of the Good News.<br />
We sit to hear the learned response.<br />
We stand to communally affirm that We Believe.<br />
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And then we kneel. From my earliest memories, I have repeated in unison with the gathered body of Christ:<br />
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we confess that we have sinned against you</div>
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We have not loved you with our whole heart;</div>
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we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.</div>
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We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.</div>
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have mercy on us and forgive us;</div>
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that we may delight in your will,</div>
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to the glory of your Name. Amen.</div>
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I don't remember a time when I thought it was unimportant to recite - not read - the Confession. Reciting allows my mind to wander, to stop on the words that resonate, to think on what I might have done better or not done at all. It does not bind me up in guilt, nor does it make me feel either better or worse. For most of my 38 worshipping years, I have recited and moved on, having made right with myself in order to make right with my neighbor. </div>
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Last week was the Feast of the Purification and Presentation, the Feast of Candlemas. Juan Oliver's <a href="http://aplm2013.blogspot.com/2014/01/preachers-study-presentation-of-lord.html" target="_blank">Preacher's Study for the Feast </a>touches on exactly what that means. According to Jewish rites, Mary comes to pay the temple tax in order to be made ritually clean after giving birth. Joseph and Mary come together to present their first born son, Jesus, as an unblemished offering to Go. We're most familiar with this Festal occasion because it gives us Simeon's graceful personal/political commentary on Emmanuel's birth, the Nunc Dimittis.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">"Lord, you now have set your servant free</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">I had fully intended to write on the Purification last week. A chorister from my earliest years, I love singing the Nunc and it never fails to comfort in the last moments of Compline. I was struck by the idea Juan presents of a Light that is also a scourge. A Light that like fuller's soap, purifies. He writes, "So Luke stresses that we cannot enjoy the light and warmth of Christ without also welcoming the purification that it brings, a cleansing of the inner clutter of insecurity, lack of focus, deceitfulness, culling favor, and so on."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">Until, that is, Sunday. We knelt to recite the Confession and as we were standing to enact the Peace I experienced an epiphany of my own. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">Our confession is fuller's soap. If we don't repent of the wrongdoing - petty and insignificant or all-encompassing - we cannot have room to DELIGHT.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">A progressive Christian, I have been told my whole life that God is Love, God loves me, God is still creating, God is willing us to be Love...in other words, God <i>wants us to delight</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "goudy old style" , serif;">What happens in our bodies when we have sinned? When we have not told the whole truth or we have held onto information that should have been shared? When we call each other names? OUR STOMACHS HURT. There is literally no room for delight. We must rid ourselves of the fullness of sin in order to make room for delight. We have seen the Light, set us free. </span></div>
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I've been several places in the past week where security seems to be amped up.<br />
I feel like I am holding my breath. Or perhaps it's more appropriate to say that I am holding my breath, clenching my teeth, and then remembering to take a deeper breath, shrug my shoulders, peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth.<br />
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On.Edge.<br />
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It's in keeping with this feeling that I read the Epistle assigned for today, Paul's greeting to the church gathered in Corinth. It's a typical introduction: grace and peace to you, who have been strengthened by God and enriched and strengthened by the testimony of Jesus Christ...<br />
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Honestly? It didn't say much to me, so I clicked to the following chapter. Ahhh. I imagine the people listening to this letter heard this opening salutation holding their breath. Because - spoilers - the next paragraph is a doozy.<br />
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If Corinth were America, security would be heightened. There would be neighbors bunched together, nervous about those on the other side. Corinth was divided.<br />
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If we were in Corinth, the Corinth to whom Paul addresses his letter, we would know this. I imagine there would be some followers of Jesus who would be expecting a smack upside the head. Those new Christians would be holding their breath, waiting for their shepherd, their mentor, to rightly admonish them.<br />
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And that's where we are, current day Americans, less than a week before a Presidential Inauguration that even the most ardent supporters of our President-to-be are waiting for with bated breath.<br />
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In a <a href="http://www.journeywithjesus.net/Essays/20110110JJ.shtml" target="_blank">2011 essay on this reading</a>, Daniel Clenendin, a contemporary Christian commentator, tells us this about Christian faith, "Focusing only on our faults distorts the true nature of the church." In the same essay he quotes several writers, ancient and new, who have gone to church, participated in worship, precicely because they needed the space to find faith, not because they had faith and needed to express it.<br />
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As a denominational entity, the Episcopal Church came to the conclusion some 40 years ago to celebrate Holy Communion every week. I'm not here to tell you what you should or shouldn't find in the common celebration of "our sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving." But I will note it is the one time in <i>my</i> week that I find myself in a group of people with whom I have little else in common.<br />
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We are waiting, here, almost holding our breath.<br />
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Breathe out. Breathe back in. Slowly. Roll your shoulders back down your back. Breathe in again. Breathe out. Scrape the tongue off the roof of your mouth. Breathe.<br />
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The world is a frightening place. We <i>all</i> have worries about what will happen in the next few years; many of us worry about changes already enacted by our House & Senate. We are waiting to be scolded from one side or the other.<br />
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But we are HERE. NOW.<br />
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The Psalmist <a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?passage=Psalm+40&vnum=yes&version=nrsv" target="_blank">writes</a>,<br />
I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry.<br />
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He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my<br />
feet upon a rock, making my feet secure.<br />
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Come and see.<br />
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<sup class="ww" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2</sup><span style="background-color: white; color: #010000; font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.</span><br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-51310342190787270222017-01-13T11:56:00.000-05:002017-01-13T11:56:38.001-05:00NOTES: Baptism of our Lord, January 8th, 2017Or maybe it's the Feast of the Epiphany, celebrated?<br />
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I feel like I am in an old timey cartoon, watching Jesus' life speed by like a train. We got glimpses this year of his childhood: there's goes the birth and an angry Herod, sending out the troops to massacre the Holy Innocents. Maybe we can wave to Anna and Old Simeon at the presentation? Woohoo, circumcision! Somewhere we passed the Magi and their foreshadowy gifts and the flight into Egypt...<br />
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And now the train has stopped. Catch your breath, we get a panoramic view of the Baptism of our Lord.<br />
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Head's up: Jesus is now an adult.<br />
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Our readings for this week are descriptive:<br />
<a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?passage=Isaiah+42:1-9&vnum=yes&version=nrsv" target="_blank">Isaiah</a> tells us what God will do.<br />
<a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?passage=Psalm+29&vnum=yes&version=nrsv" target="_blank">Psalm 29 </a>describes the actions of a mighty God - "Lebanon skips like a calf."<br />
<a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?passage=Acts+10:34-43&vnum=yes&version=nrsv" target="_blank">Acts</a> succinctly retells the story from a distance of some years, to a new audience - and importantly, what Peter tells them (and us!) what actions we should take with that information.<br />
And <a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?passage=Matthew+3:13-17&vnum=yes&version=nrsv" target="_blank">Matthew's Gospel</a> gives us the actual interchange between John the Baptizer and Jesus and the Holy Spirit, speaking God's words. (My co-editor at Building Faith, Matthew, has a handy <a href="http://www.buildfaith.org/epiphany-baptism-of-our-lord/" target="_blank">explainer</a> for this occurrence.)<br />
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Unlike viewing the world through the windows of a speeding train, reading God's story in Scripture isn't linear. We loop and double back more like a roller coaster, often ending up in the same physical space as when we started. Surely, it is the journey that makes the difference. This same reading from Acts is also read at Easter in all three lectionary years. It is the story, if you read just a few more lines, of a massive baptism by the Holy Spirit to a group of non-Jews. We read it at the same time we read the story of Jesus' baptism...at the start of a new year.<br />
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In another big loop, here we find Peter in Joppa, the same city where Jonah fled to avoid God calling him to preach to non-Israelites. Peter is being called into Cesearea, to share daily living with, and to preach to, non-Jews.<br />
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As Christians we are called to repeat the holy cycle year after year, sometimes, as in this reading from Acts, repeating the same scripture verses within a year. But as Sir Terry Pratchett notes, "Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving." And we can see this! We know that this January is not like any previous one. As we look with some trepidation to the big changes ahead of us a country, as communities, as congregations, we can also reflect upon the words of the Psalmist, written some 3,000 years ago, calling us to witness to God's terrifying acts, not simply to scare us, but to testify that this God is our God of strength and a blessing to us.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-8244837475853196562017-01-07T14:50:00.001-05:002017-01-07T14:50:21.250-05:00DRAFT: The Feast of The Circumcision, January 1st, 20172016 has been an awful year. Sure, there were individual moments that shone like the magi's star. In our family, there were births of wonderful babies, Wylie got his driver's license, Beatrice survived her first year at college, and Joe made Captain. But by and large, most people - all the people? - I talk to are ready to shut the door FIRMLY on 2016.<br />
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And the Church is ready to move into 2017, as well. Christ is born! The Nativity has happened and we are in the great pivot, waiting for the magi to show their obedience to a baby king, waiting for the grown Jesus to signal he is God-with-us, waiting for the signs and symbols of Epiphany.<br />
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BUT WE ARE STILL IN THE NATIVITY. In a weird twist of God's calendar, we actually celebrate Christ-the-baby for a solid 12 days. And so, this 8th day of Christmas, the 8th day after Jesus' birth, we find ourselves in the Temple with Joseph and Mary and the squalling, squirmy Christ child. We find ourselves here because Joseph and Mary and the baby Jesus were 1st century Jews. In accordance with the custom of their faith, they had come to the Temple to name their baby and, as a son, for him to be circumcised. The bris, as Jews today call this ceremony, is the enactment of a covenant between man and God that stretches back to Abraham. In <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+17" target="_blank">Genesis 17</a>, God changes Abrams name to Abraham...but the sign of the covenant with which he does that is in circumcision (Genesis 17: 9-14). 21st century American Christians call this the Feast of his Holy Name, but it is more properly the Feast of the Circumcision, because while the name is important, the act of blood-letting is more important.<br />
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As a culture, we've moved beyond circumcision. When Wylie, who is almost 17, was born, parents who chose not to have their boy children circumcised at birth were on the fringe. <a href="http://www.cirp.org/library/statistics/USA/" target="_blank">There are now more parents who choose genital integrity over circumcision</a>.<br />
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So why does it matter? Why not simply refer to this day as the naming of Jesus? His name is pretty important: Jesus, a derivative of Joshua, means "he saves." He is also to be called Emmanuel, "God with us." Those names appear to his parents in dreams from Gabriel. Hebrew scripture tells us that God cares deeply about names and naming. But we also know that God cares deeply about covenants.<br />
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*As we pivot into Epiphany, into the miracles of Jesus that portend who is really is, it's important to remember where we came from.<br />
*As we swing into the New Year, with so many changes on the personal, family, and societal levels, it's important to remember where we came from. We cannot simply shut the door on 2016. We cannot have made it to 2017 without 2016 and we would be wise to remember the year as we move bravely into the new one.<br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-85858209746499977322014-05-07T15:02:00.002-05:002014-05-07T15:02:18.820-05:00So many things to do, so few photos - let's eat!I even thought, as the cornstarch-slicked jewels of rhubarb and strawberry filled the dish, "I should take a photo."<br />
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Um, yeah. <br />
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<b>Strawberry-Rhubarb Crisp-like Sweet Casserole</b><br />
(can't be a crisp, topping didn't, well, crisp)<br />
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Preheat oven to 350, grease baking dish<br />
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Dice 7 cups of rhubarb and strawberries - attempt to keep in the same general size family<br />
Gently fold in:<br />
1/4 cup cornstarch<br />
1 cup brown sugar<br />
2 Tbsp lemon juice<br />
zest of one lemon<br />
1/2 tsp large-grain salt<br />
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Let sit while you make the crispy-like topping.<br />
Mix together:<br />
1/2 cup oatmeal<br />
1/3 cup oat bran<br />
1 cup brown sugar<br />
1 cup flour<br />
1 tsp cinnamon* oops, I forgot this<br />
1/2 tsp large-grain salt<br />
**I also added 1/2 cup sliced almonds and some more oatmeal<br />
Add 8 Tbps cold butter, diced small<br />
Cut in butter as though making pie crust - you're done when you can squeeze a handful and the mixture stays together<br />
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Pour fruit into baking dish. Gently cover with topping.<br />
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Bake 40-60 minutes until fruit is bubbling (you might want to put a baking sheet under your casserole), topping is crispy, and rhubarb submits willingly to a skewer.<br />
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Devoured in less than 5 minutes, piping hot and all.<br />Is that because the boy was hungry or because it was that good? Does it matter?<br />
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<br />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-5754660080811439092014-03-03T13:54:00.000-05:002014-03-03T13:55:20.315-05:00See where I am now?I'm not sure if writing for somewhere else will make me more likely to write here? Promises, promises, right?<br />
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But please come see my curatorial work at <a href="http://www.buildfaith.org/" target="_blank">Building Faith</a>, a place to converse, critique, and keep working on Christian formation and a mission of the Center for the Ministry of Teaching at Virginia Theological Seminary.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-30932661061544156732011-05-14T09:46:00.001-05:002011-05-14T09:46:21.830-05:00Why I love the internet<span style="font-weight: bold;">Our Father and Mother Who Art.</span><br /><br />Our Father and Mother,<br />Who are present in the world and in history,<br />Hallowed be your name<br />in all languages and religions.<br />May the message of your reign come to each of you<br />indigenous peoples, the humble peoples,<br />in the language of gospel<br />and not of the domination systems.<br />Let your will be fulfilled,<br />your will of sharing and peace,<br />for your indigenous peoples,<br />for the humble peoples,<br />even for our own society.<br />Let us live each day in the sisterly solidarity<br />that produces abundance<br />and living joyfully together<br />that all may have bread.<br />Forgive our massacre of cultures,<br />and our colonizing evangelism.<br />And let us not fall into the temptation of fearing to be engaged,<br />of fearing to offend, of fearing to suffer,<br />But deliver us from the violence of consumerism,<br />and the violence of the forces of power and domination.<br />For Yours is the Future, Yours the Reign<br />that is Coming,<br />Yours the Glory and Goodness for ever and ever.<br />AMEN<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Translated from the Spanish & doxology added, by the Rev. Grant Mauricio Gallup, Casa Ave Maria, Managua, Nicaragua, 1994)</span>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-70964481994111039432011-05-06T20:24:00.002-05:002011-05-06T20:32:31.536-05:00I'm just going to stumble through thisHow you celebrate Mothers' Day is not just about how your mother parented (or not), but also about how you perceive and receive your mother's parenting. Too wordy? What I mean is, my mom is probably a great mom to lots of other people, and I actually really like that. But she was not a good mom for me. I love that there have been other young women in my mom's life that she has been able to competently mother. Be that as it may, I have a difficult relationship with her. I struggle with her. She forgets that she struggled with me. I repeat the same mistakes with my daughter, but I try to be a little more aware. I am certainly more vocal. We talk A LOT in our house. As a mother, you cannot be all things to your children. As a mother inadequately mothered, sometimes I think you have no way of knowing what's adequate and what's not. <br /><br />There are memories that I absolutely treasure of my mom. She was fantastic in the middle of the night when I retched with coughing. She allowed me to follow my whims and she pushed me to keep swimming, even when I hardly had time for it. She drove me everywhere, or if not everywhere, she found someone to take me. <br /><br />But my mother lacked boundaries. She lacked perception about other people. She asked too much of me. <br /><br />I know how to drive now, I know how to drive my kids to do what they need to do and how to allow them do what they want to do. But knowing boundaries, self-awareness, where I end and they begin...those are places where I do not have an adequate template. Maybe none of us do.<br /><br />So, as we approach this mom-tacular weekend, I want to do what I do every mothers' day. Make a quick call to my mom, preferably an email. And then ignore the whole thing.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-92206950429935834262011-03-29T21:52:00.003-05:002011-03-29T22:06:35.368-05:00A Field Guide to American Houses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuVGtVaiHY__iIH3vLHAlXwbeJ8cR8xKhT7WQxnwMNMJDSV-l6PenJLbqiWWrEVpKzbpATAFtGypPV-GddFpgw6NKC7NfQ7MNbRt2tvahB8eeOF8UqpIN6xR7uBJvwwLTyME0RQ/s1600/houses.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuVGtVaiHY__iIH3vLHAlXwbeJ8cR8xKhT7WQxnwMNMJDSV-l6PenJLbqiWWrEVpKzbpATAFtGypPV-GddFpgw6NKC7NfQ7MNbRt2tvahB8eeOF8UqpIN6xR7uBJvwwLTyME0RQ/s320/houses.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589703969821069794" border="0" /></a><br />My week is full of silly stuff like fixing the broken strut on the car and coloring my hair and taking kids to the doctor's.<br /><br />Free of encumbrances, I would set off, brave explorer, for the wilds of Bay St Louis. I'd flip expertly through these pages and tag each Craftsman, Prairie, Double-Shotgun, Dog-Run, Queen Anne, Greek Revival house as I passed by.<br /><br />Assuming no wild weather had set me from my path, I would take myself off for a cup of coffee, a toast to myself, a nod to no one in particular. "Merci, chere Bryn Mawr, de me permettre, enfin, de profiter de ma langue <span id="result_box" class="" lang="fr"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps">vernaculaire</span><span class="" title="Click for alternate translations">!"<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><img src="file:///C:/Users/CHARLO%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/CHARLO%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-63922382029234658882011-03-27T17:45:00.002-05:002011-03-27T17:48:04.693-05:00I have a confession to make.When David announced this morning that Clelie will be ordained on June 4th and that she will subsequently no longer be on our prayer list as "our seminarian" and moreover, she will be the curate at St Timothy's Southaven, I just about screamed. I did clench my hands. I made myself take a deep breath.<br /><br />I am jealous. <br /><br />More than jealous, I am covetous. <br /><br />Once again, woman in the wilderness.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-86479681791434292842011-03-12T22:27:00.002-05:002011-03-12T22:30:04.815-05:00The night before...the first day of Sunday School.<br /><br />Yes, it is the first Sunday in Lent. Yes, we have offered other formation programs, but not very well.<br /><br />Yes, it is also daylight saving time. <br /><br />Yes, I am totally screwed and will need an iv drip of java.<br /><br />However, I know three things:<br /><br />Nothing and no one is ever too late for God.<br /><br />I have 2 rocking teachers along with my fine, if somewhat lame, self. They are just as loved and loving of God as I and equally okay with jumping in somewhat half-assed.<br /><br />Tomorrow afternoon will involve wine and sunshine.<br /><br />Shalom, ya'll!Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-50890397175967307802011-03-10T23:05:00.003-05:002011-03-10T23:06:37.391-05:00Miserable misery meWell, not really. BOY have I been slacking in the blogging department.<br /><br />Slacking everywhere, really.<br /><br />I am going to endeavor to do better. <br /><br />Nothing of note at the moment, but even logging back on is a start :)Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-80657456172008737182010-03-08T03:35:00.002-05:002010-03-08T03:39:24.193-05:00Aarrggghhhh!!! or, my Oscars rantSHOULDERS BACK LADIES!!!<br /><br />A little bit of lipstick won't hurt you, neither would a smile.<br /><br />Skinny legged tuxedos are fab, but gentlemen, please. Facial hair <span style="font-style: italic;">must </span>be groomed. Keanu Reeves, hello?<br /><br />I so do.not.do nude colored clothing.<br /><br />Thank you, Zoe Kravitz, for giving my daughter a perfect example of how to be daddy's girl.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-12856970015736264422010-03-02T02:54:00.002-05:002010-03-02T02:55:13.138-05:00found poemin cleaning out my gmail (because procrastination takes many turns)<br /><br />The Bright Field<br />~R.S. Thomas<br /><br />I have seen the sun break through<br />to illuminate a small field<br />for a while, and gone my way<br />and forgotten it. But that was the pearl<br />of great price, the one field that had<br />treasure in it. I realize now<br />that I must give all that I have<br />to possess it. Life is not hurrying<br />on to a receeding future, nor hankering after<br />an imagined past. It is the turning<br />aside like Moses to the miracle<br />of the lit bush, to a brightness<br />that seemed as transitory as your youth<br />once, but is the eternity that awaits you.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-33956677100306584622009-09-20T14:33:00.000-05:002009-09-20T14:34:38.953-05:00from my class for further thinkingI hope I never stop growing in my understanding of the Gospel. God has always been the same, and the Gospel has always been with us--what changes is my understanding of the impact it has on me, my life, the people around me, etc. Perhaps 'emerge' is the backward way of seeing it. The Gospel exists and we enter into it. It 'emerges' to us as we learn to navigate <span style="font-style: italic;">through it</span>--as we discover new doors and new hallways. What it has to reveal is waiting for us to discover. It's exciting, really, isn't it??<br />I think this was from Kevin Kinsey, week 1 question 1Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-27774008003722304502009-06-13T08:22:00.001-05:002009-06-13T08:23:38.865-05:00kids and fooling around with picassa<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYmqN3q3JxFjv0ifbhSLqQQKSIteYSz1GAVGVFcPzYFgmlvbE6zgB19GFvDKQM-xV7abYlDzn6jJHc9X54Lt5P4t1IH-cwKTdV8AoH_ZIG0Ym6PfL9l4Sjg62t4jHtk3oeoaOaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnYmqN3q3JxFjv0ifbhSLqQQKSIteYSz1GAVGVFcPzYFgmlvbE6zgB19GFvDKQM-xV7abYlDzn6jJHc9X54Lt5P4t1IH-cwKTdV8AoH_ZIG0Ym6PfL9l4Sjg62t4jHtk3oeoaOaQ/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ack! I actually looked at the date of the last entry and am SHOCKED to see it was in April!!<br />I don't even have a very good excuse for my laziness. Just bein' a slacker...<br /></div></div>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-45003548024980484252009-04-30T01:02:00.004-05:002009-04-30T01:26:40.135-05:00why in tennis is zero called love?Because love is more than zero, it is the opposite of zero, it is everything. When you love the world loves with you. Didn't someone famous say that? At any rate, I found something else to love. (Perhaps fickleness is a detrimental side-effect of love? And do you notice, as I did because I had to use spellchecker, that word det-ri-mental? It actually comes from the middle english/latin and means "loss" but as an adjective it looks more like a state-of-being, a place inside your mind.)<br /><br />So here is where my fickle heart resides this morning:<br /><br /><a href="http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/23/may-it-please-the-court/">Okay, my blogging skills are a bit thin - click to read this NYTimes blog</a><br /><br />You rock, Maira Kalman.<br /><br />I'd like to interview you and ask your favorite dessert and peek in your closet and run my hands over your paints and brushes.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mairakalman.com/children/nextstopgrand.html">Next Stop, Grand Central</a> was a favorite of Wylie's for years. How could it not be? Rhyming, trains, New York?<br /><br />Maira Kalman has an ear for the outrageous and a heart for the disenfranchised. There is nothing of loss and everything of mental spark.<br /><br />Maira Kalman is the opposite of zero.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">**I had forgotten that she redid <a href="http://www.mairakalman.com/elements.html">The Elements of Style</a>. </span>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-43511185783526817202009-04-29T14:13:00.002-05:002009-04-29T14:16:23.468-05:00Is it possible to be in love with the comments on a strange man's blog?Well? Is it?<br />Head on on over to the <a href="http://emberdays.blogspot.com/">Postulant</a>'s site and scroll down to "On not immanentizing the eschaton" and read the comments.<br /><h3 class="post-title">Swooning.</h3><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Come on, he had me at "immanentizing"...</span>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-64350792932253532892009-04-03T14:52:00.001-05:002009-04-03T14:53:55.555-05:00Poetry schmoetryIt fits the bill and we're goin'<br /><br /><br />Istanbul was Constantinople<br />Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople<br />Been a long time gone, Constantinople<br />Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night<br /><br />Every gal in Constantinople<br />Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople<br />So if you've a date in Constantinople<br />She'll be waiting in Istanbul<br /><br />Even old New York was once New Amsterdam<br />Why they changed it I can't say<br />People just liked it better that way<br /><br />So take me back to Constantinople<br />No, you can't go back to Constantinople<br />Been a long time gone, Constantinople<br />Why did Constantinople get the works<br />That's nobody's business but the Turks<br /><br />Istanbul (Istanbul)<br />Istanbul (Istanbul)<br /><br />Even old New York was once New Amsterdam<br />Why they changed it I can't say<br />People just liked it better that way<br /><br />Istanbul was Constantinople<br />Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople<br />Been a long time gone, Constantinople<br />Why did Constantinople get the works<br />That's nobody's business but the Turks<br /><br />So take me back to Constantinople<br />No, you can't go back to Constantinople<br />Been a long time gone, Constantinople<br />Why did Constantinople get the works<br />That's nobody's business but the Turks<br /><br />Istanbul<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Istanbul (not Constantinople)</span> can be found on the They Might Be Giants album "Flood"<br /><br />Didja know that They Might be from Lincoln, Mass?Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-27398309515590225062009-04-02T06:19:00.002-05:002009-04-02T06:33:05.007-05:00OhhhhNINE DAYS IN APRIL: VCCA<br />by <a href="http://www.barbaracrooker.com/month.php">Barbara Crooker</a><br /><br />I<br />In Vermeer's paintings, light is always falling<br />just like here, in sweet Virginia, where spring's<br />already come, lilacs and phlox, soft air<br />on bare arms, descending. Peepers are calling<br />from the trees, there are dogwoods, white<br />and pink, everywhere, as if a cloud<br />of butterflies has come to ground. Haloed<br />in hazy green, the woods are coming back to life.<br />At twilight, the scent of lilacs drifts<br />through the open screen, the sky turns lavender,<br />and this first day's work is put away.<br />Nothing but false starts today,<br />first lines begun that simply go nowhere;<br />filling yellow paper with my erratic script.<br /><br />II<br />Filling yellow paper, my erratic script<br />wanders over the blue ridges and green fields<br />where cows munch green grass, that yields<br />rich milk, like Vermeer's maid, whose hips,<br />wrapped in a thick blue apron, are rolling hills<br />themselves. The earthen jug, the crusty bread, the buttery<br />light glazes her face and arms, spills<br />onto the table and floor. The thing about memory's<br />that it's a thief, stealing what it should<br />preserve, the past, stop all the clocks.<br />I'm trying to remember what it felt like to be five,<br />first days of school, the smell of library paste, arriving<br />late, the stomach butterflied, new crayons in their box.<br />I'm trying to be good.<br /><br />III<br />I'm trying to be good, write 500 words a day<br />even though outside the sun is streaming<br />like a thousand dandelions gleaming,<br />and the sky's the blue of washed chambray.<br />The purple prose of redbud trees is<br />scribbled and scrawled outside the lines.<br />Hidden in the grass, violets, buttercups shine,<br />but gosh, how hard this writing business<br />is--it's easy enough to just repeat, a slick<br />lyric, a villanelle or two--<br />What challenges are there that I've not tried,<br />that also calls to something from inside,<br />blends head and heart as Vermeer drew<br />the light? A crown of sonnets just might do the trick.<br /><br />IV<br />A crown of sonnets sure would do the trick,<br />could capture this experience--away<br />from home, nine days to see if I could pay<br />attention to myself for just a bit.And so, today, I took a break and drove<br />to town, a thrift shop, bought a raw silk<br />blouse of Chinese blue, a tee shirt swirled in gilt<br />and glitter, earrings of gears and sequins that I love.<br />Came back, wrote for hours, went for a massage,<br />felt all the knots along my shoulder blades untie,<br />walked down the winding road, the mustard<br />blooming, thick as butter<br />spread on bread. All I<br />know is: a day like this is nothing but a blessing.<br /><br />V<br />What a blessing it is, to be in this space,<br />no cleaning off the desk when school bus comes.<br />The only sounds, the birds and bees that hum<br />and dither-which flower should we light on next?<br />In the woods, light falls, reflects off dogwoods,<br />rafts of phosphorescence, illuminations, decrescendos<br />of lace. Each morning, I do yoga, get the blood<br />moving, then back inside to dig in memory's mine.<br />Each sonnet's getting harder now to write,<br />but the challenge has been thrown down like a glove<br />or crumpled petals littering the ground. I'd like to prove<br />that I can meet this task, and take delight<br />as one word, then another, falls in line.<br /><br />VI<br />One word, and then another, falls in line<br />like geese wedging their way down the sky,<br />a vast scroll of paper yet unwritten. I<br />roll a sheet in the typewriter, and begin<br />again, to try and pin down what's elusive,<br />some insistent bird that whistles from a bush,<br />"Here, here, here I am," then vanishes,<br />while I am left to struggle with the narrative.<br />Like <em>Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window</em>,<br />I wish the light would flood in from the left,<br />paint me slickly gold, tell me what comes next.<br />But I am in the dark, no map, no text,<br />just following my heart as night falls soft,<br />covers us with her obsidian wing.<br /><br />VII<br />Night covered us with her blueblack wing,<br />but now it is the morning, the last day--<br />here, the closest thing to paradise on earth. May<br />I be truly grateful for this stay, though squeezing<br />these last lines is getting tougher.<br />Last night, we had a concert, Brahms<br />and Currier on grand piano, wine on the lawn,<br />Caesar salad, grilled tuna, and strawberries for supper.<br />The lilt of southern vowels, drawling--<br />But this last sonnet's waiting to be woven,<br />threading the radiance of spring, memory's snapshots,<br />pictures at an exhibition, birdsong snippets,<br />into the poem's loom, the descant of love.<br />In Vermeer's paintings, light is always falling.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-82436563264818194032009-04-01T03:13:00.002-05:002009-04-01T11:41:55.964-05:00April is the cruelest...no no is National Poetry Month!!Through an old, old friend, and in a roundabout way, I found a new poet today. Thanks to poets.org<br /><br />The Sciences Sing a Lullabye<br />Albert Goldbarth<br /><br /><pre><i>Physics says</i>: go to sleep. Of course<br />you're tired. Every atom in you<br />has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes<br />nonstop from mitosis to now.<br />Quit tapping your feet. They'll dance<br />inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.<br /><br /><i>Geology says</i>: it will be all right. Slow inch<br />by inch America is giving itself<br />to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness<br />lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.<br />You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be<br />one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.<br /><br /><i>Astronomy says</i>: the sun will rise tomorrow,<br /><i>Zoology says</i>: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,<br /><i>Psychology says</i>: but first it has to be night, so<br /><i>Biology says</i>: the body-clocks are stopped all over town<br />and<br /><i>History says</i>: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.</pre>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-11287874224290264442009-03-28T05:22:00.002-05:002009-03-28T05:52:21.140-05:00Friday 5Haven't really felt moved to respond to the Friday 5s at <a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-five-blogroll-spotlight.html">RevGalBlogPals</a> in recent weeks. This week's 5 reminds me of why I love the blogosphere, as some of my dearest friends are connected across oceans and mountains via the web.<br /><br />Here's the Friday 5 leader:<br /><strong><em>So for today's Friday Five, give us five blogs you visit regularly, and tell us briefly WHY you like them. </em></strong> These can be RevGal and Pal bloggers and others ... or news sites, knitting sites, etc. Who are you showing the love to on a pretty constant basis?<br /><br />I'm surprised at how much my 5 have changed. I used to check Father Jake Stops the World all the time. When we moved out of the States I stopped reading Father Jake (and now there is no longer a "Father Jake") and I changed computers, so I didn't always remember to check on old friends like <a href="http://maggidawn.typepad.com/maggidawn/blog_index.html">Maggie Dawn</a>. <br /><br />In no particular order:<br />Di at <a href="http://thekitchendoor.blogspot.com/">the Kitchen Door</a>. Di, how did you and I start writing back and forth? I don't remember a specific moment, but I am so glad that we did! <br /><br />Nancy at <a href="http://bigharmony.blogspot.com/">Big Harmony</a>. Nancy and I lived next door to each other, a minor miracle in Navy housing: 2 Episcopalians, 2 academics, 2 kids apiece, 2 foodies...she's been in Japan for ever and I'm in Sicily. Nancy's voice comes through very clearly in her posts about life as an American in Japan. I am grateful that she started to blog rather than send emails. I crack up that we both read <a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/">Cake Wrecks</a>, which is how we started posting to one another. I am thrilled that Nancy and Di are friends!<br /><br />Milton at <a href="http://donteatalone.blogspot.com/">Don't Eat Alone</a>. Milton is very faithful about writing every day, which means I am guaranteed a meal each morning when I log on. I think I've been reading him almost since he started blogging and I value his perspective on church, food, and most of all, relationships.<br /><br />Vicky at <a href="http://beautytipsforministers.com/">Beauty Tips for Ministers</a>. I fell in love with the tag line: Because you are in the public eye and God knows you need it. I love Vogue and W almost as much as I love the Church. Reading Vicky's blogs gave me permission to talk about how we look and what that says, within a professional and theological framework. In addition, Vicky has always made herself (electronically) available to me and used her vast network of friends to answer questions. Thanks, Vicky!<br /><br />"Sally Big Woods" at <a href="http://grandforet.blogspot.com/index.html">Grand Foret</a>. Sally blogs about sacred spaces and sacred itentities that are created through art. She and I went to college together and I love that her blog keeps us connected. <br /><br /><br />Sally usually only posts once a week, so I am going to cheat a little bit here and add some more:<br />I don't have a personal connection with Elise at <a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/">Simply Recipes</a> or Daniel Clenedin at <a href="Journey%20With%20Jesus%20Foundation">Journey With Jesus Foundation</a>, but they both deserve a shout-out and I tend to check in with them once a week, too!<br /><br />Finally, I've just found Roberta at <a href="http://spirituallydirected.blogspot.com/">Spiritually Directed</a>. Thank you for your wonderful blog!Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-4168629437937372262009-03-26T00:34:00.002-05:002009-03-26T00:43:28.239-05:00Today is Joseph Campbell's birthday, according to Garrison Keillor at <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/">The Writer's Almanac</a>. I've never really dug JC, but I remember the Bill Moyers interviews and how ga-ga everyone was about him. Was I merely not interested or had I already figured out the corporate-dream state of myths? <br />At anyrate, I was struck by the quote that Mr. Keillor used at the end of birthday note:<br /><br />"We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."<br /><br />Whatever it was that I was trying to say with the quote below, this one says it, too. I rely too much on plans, don't we all? But life, all life, is a blessing. Think Abram and Sarai, Moses, Miriam & Aaron, Ruth, Jael, even Peter as he denied the Lord and heard the rooster crow. Drop the limitations of your imagination and move into God's dream!<br /><br />**I just reread Sister Joan Chichseter's comment about perfection holding us back. No one is perfect this side of paradise, perfection holds us back from God's work. (From Daniel Clenedin's <a href="http://www.journeywithjesus.net/">Journey with Jesus Foundation</a> reading for this week. Check him out, he also has the complete text of Psalm 51 and an amazing image of David and Bathsheeba.)Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24740332.post-58711698351317493552009-03-25T01:47:00.003-05:002009-03-25T02:00:19.039-05:00OrigamiWhat I like best about poetry<br />is that the words fold in on themselves<br />two simultaneous beings<br />looking one way and<br />without losing a set of truth<br />looking elsewhere:<br />distinct but not separate.<br /><br />Washi paper-words:<br />one side is swirled black and green<br />the other tiny dogwood flowers. <br />What starts with a quote<br />paints the sky at early morning,<br />detailing the plodding nature<br />of our hope-filled lives.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A riff on <a href="http://www.barbaracrooker.com/index.php">Barbara Crooker</a>'s </span>Poem on a Line by Anne Sexton, 'We are All Writing God's Poem'<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">**check out the mopheads behind her photo - lovely!!</span></span><br /><h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia;"><br /></h2>Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868673314903949354noreply@blogger.com0