Andrew's Daybook

26-28 January 2010

2010-01-28T08:41:00.000-08:00

Much has happened in the past few days. On Tuesday I cancelled our Feb 1 flight to Port au Prince. It was simply too much to pay for a less than 72-hr drop into VOH with a return of Feb. 5. Things may work out for the better inasmuch as it now appears that a team of a dozen or so will go down sometime in the near future. All of which means that June will still go on her cruise with Becky, Jimmie-Lee, and her daughter. I get the week here by myself. Perhaps I can catch up on some writing, do some serious walking, buy the making of another batch of beer, perhaps visit Lisa, Katie, and Tim, and spend some time at the Orthodox cathederal in Atlanta.

Phatteicher's New Book of Festivals & Commemorati0ns arrived yesterday. An ecumenical effort that might well pay off. Chas' rose plant coming along nicely with the addition of coffee grounds in the soil. The "crown of thorns" suffers but showing small signs of renewal. And the bougainville looks as though it will make it for the spring outting.

Saw Extraordinary Measures with June on Tuesday as that cinema day is getting itself fairly institutionalized week by week. UK lost to SC and broke its winning streak.

This afternoon, after a fourth-straight afternoon walk with June, we go over to Barnesville, I to work on the boat, June to get her nails done (thank God I don't have to do that, rather spend my money on a good book), and later we're to have some of Hugh's chili. Good bright day now for that sort of thing.

Really looking forward to being alone. Must get the time really dedicated to what matters: prayer, fasting as recommended by the Didache, walking. I bought a big bag of dog food in case Mitzy shows up.

Obama's speech last night--a dandy. I need to write to Gina Rocca.

22-25 January 2010

2010-01-25T13:09:00.000-08:00

The weekend has gone by quickly. I remember nothing of Saturday; I think June and I watched a forgetable movie late in the evening. Sunday, however, was inescapably memorable. First, that which I wish I could forget: worship at First Baptist Church. Garth's sermons are now so formulaic as to be exercises in trying to stay awake. Five-point lectures with PowerPoint slides and without any semblance of Good News. Moralistic drivel. Even June feels embarrassed by the poverty of thought, aesthetics, or Gospel. All one faintly (thank goodness!) remembers is there to be some sort of a turkey shoot, a dinner of venison, and some unbelievable story about a Rick Warren Baptist church serving its community with lessons for toddler potty training. Good grief!

What a relief to get over to St. John Lutheran Church with its robust proclamation of the Gospel, joyful singing, and full announcement that Christ is with and for us in the Eucharist. Jonathan Meeks gave a fine presentation on his recent trip to Nepal--such excellent photographs! And after the Eucharist a wonderfully scrumptuous pot luck dinner and a parish meeting with reports from nearly everyone in the parish. Eucharist with an Agape. A good Lord's Day!

Babbett's Feast arrived today and we watch it tonight.

18-21 January 2010

2010-01-21T07:57:00.000-08:00

Morning of the 21st. Nearly constant rain. The lake’s rivers, especially the Yellow, are swollen, the brown mud out beyond the cove thick as molasses, driftwood gathering in the cove. Yesterday, however, full of light, and last night’s Vespers (Holden Evening Prayer) especially beautiful with Jewish melodies and “You shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace, and the mountains and the hills will break forth before you. There’ll be shouts of joy and all the trees of the field will clap their hand . . . while you go out with joy.” The young people are a joy to watch, and Carly's singing Luke’s entrance into the Song of Mary especially beautiful.

Charles Klopfenstein’s talk to the confirmation class about B'nai Israel's Shabbat was interesting and well done with good questions from Joe’s son Corey. And what a delight to see one of our elder Jewish brothers listed in the parish directory with his Lutheran wife. A taste of paradise. I’m in rather continued amazement as Pastor Katie’s graceful leadership. Interestingly, I was asked to be part of the Mutual Ministry Committee.

On Tuesday June and I watched Avatar in 3D. I think C. S. Lewis and Tolkien would have enjoyed the film, not only for its technological bravado, but for its mythic truthings, saturated throughout.

Things now stand quite undecided about going to Port au Prince. It’s a matter of Debbie Berquiest at VOH getting enough fuel to make trips to the airport. AA tells me that flights may resume on the 25th so there’s a chance that Luckey and I, bringing money and clothes for the children, may do down to see Marie. Everything is His hands.

After Eucharist on Sunday, Pastor anointed Michael with oils and prayer, and Myrna spoke boldly to him; I don’t know Michael's last name, but have promised to remember him daily in the intercessions.

Morning and Evening Prayers with June—so special. More rain. And tonight the real possibility of all the children in Marie's orphanage being from en masse to the States for adoption.

17 January 2010, The Second Sunday after Epiphany

2010-01-17T17:04:00.000-08:00

Pastor Nancy Christensen, assistant to Bishop Gordy, presented us with a most insightful homily at this morning's Eucharist, weaving into the Gospel for the day, the story of Jesus at the wedding in Cana, her mission work in Guatemala. The singing of songs from other countries, especially the Swedish Samba "You Are Holy" and the Tanzanian "Listen, God is Calling" was lovely. Such a joy-filled day, but deeply saddened by our thoughts and prayers for the people of Haiti. For the rest of our lives we must repent of our imperialist sins against the Haitian people and commit ourselves to the restoration of that beloved country. God help us.

12-16 January 2010

2010-01-16T12:26:00.000-08:00

Days of unspeakable tragedy, sorrow, heartache. The first news of the earthquake in Haiti came, not from TV, but via email sent by Debbie Berquist from the Village of Hope in Port au Prince:

Jan 12, 2010 - 6:03pm WE ARE ALL FINE....shook up in more ways than one as you can well imagine. A few MINOR bruises. It is 5:40 PM as we type this and we are still having a few after shocks...the room shakes as I type. All the Haitian staff at Hope House are fine as well. My Haiti phones are out. Some of the team members (from PA) have been able to contact their families.

Since that message, many more, some almost hourly. Marie Major is all right as are all her children at Grace Orphanage; the kids at The Little Children of Jesus Orphanage are okay. A fragment of a phone call from Johnson tells us that Johnson and Andronic are alive; there is no word yet about Stevenson. We fearful that he may not be alive. My talk to the parish on Sunday bears fruit with money being collected, many prayers offered, and SJLC fully aware of the disaster. Received word today that Thrivent is matching funds given for relief: $1 for every $2 donated. In touch with Luckey, Pat, and Sherri; all of us are convinced that our scheduled February 1 trip to Port au Prince is on indefinite hold.

On Wednesday I met with Larry Schultz on the Global Missions Committee at the Manhattan Restaurant; Larry comes from good stock, open and honest. That evening the Eucharist was clean and simple, always Christ. Becky and Wayne came over for supper on Thursday. Met Hugh in the Barnesville post office and afterward he helped me get the plywood over to his place. We got the boat covered with a huge tarp.

Importantly, am learning to do the Jesus Prayer with regularity, each morning about 6. The darkness is important. 100 slow knots and prostations. Two chokti arrived as did the votive candle for the icon shelf. Learning how to include the saints in my prayers, especially the Blessed Virgin Mary. Clearly more Orthodox. Jim Forest's book a big help, especially the collection of prayers.

Good movie: Under the Sun with subscripts. Tomorrow's Gospel, the wedding at Cana. Dan Clendenin says it well:

At Cana in Galilee Jesus filled and fulfilled the ancient promises of Judaism. He filled the empty pots used for ritual purity with wine used for secular celebration. He didn't merely announce a coming reign of God, or direct attention away from himself to some other. With the first of his "many miraculous signs" he demonstrated that somehow and in some unsurpassed manner he revealed the glory and character of God like no other. This friend of sinners, accused of being a glutton and drunkard, revealed a God of extravagant goodness and mercy.

11 January 2010

2010-01-11T14:10:00.000-08:00

Crisp in the morning. Air tight. The ice in the cove is gathering thickness, extending itself to the cove mouth. Refueled the bird feeders and suet baskets. Right after getting out of bed, walked and coffeed with Joe, my tea-bagger (I spoze) friend. Later got off emails to Luckey, Renauc, and Debbie Berquist at VOH. Forest's Praying with Icons arrived. Am (at times) deepening the Prayer. For lunch ate outside: sardines with Hot Louisianna Sauce and a tumble of wine.

No need to go into any "to whom," but here's an excerpt from a note I sent to someone whom I consider more (never less) my spiritual director:

When we get together next, I would like for you to give me the straight stuff, Lutheran or not, about theosis. Currently thinking there’s more to it than in our Confessions allow. Mostly because I’ve been whacking my way through some Orthodox stuff, having gotten a good introduction by Christopher Pramuk in Sophia: The Hidden Christ of Thomas Merton who recommends large doses of Bulgakov and Evdokimov, neither of whom have I yet read. All of
which is getting me to this question: what does the Athanasian Creed when it affirms about Our Lord that “Although he is God and man, he is not divided, but is one Christ. He is united because God has taken humanity into himself; he does not transform deity into humanity (italics mine)? I’ve wondered about this understanding of the Incarnation for years and have lately found the assertion, if I understand it even a little rightly, to be the radicalest thing
theologically imaginable. So I need an early morning balcony talk at Marie’s in Port au Prince. I may bring the Sophia book with its underlinings to Haiti so that I don’t misparaphrase what I think I see Pramuk via Merton and several Russian Orthodox saying. Of course, if his/their/my musings are off base, you can simply declare the whole package heretical, and I’ll try to forget such explorations as uselessly speculative at best. Even if you go that far, I spose I’ll continue to be a heretic of some sort anyway. Always did like Origen.

This by Merton:

Sophia is God's sharing of himself with creatures. His outpouring, and the Love by which he is given, held and loved. She is in all things like the air receiving the sunlight. In her they prosper. In her they glorify God. In her they rejoice to reflect him. In her they are united with him. She is the union between them. She is the Love that unites them. She is life as communion, life as thanksgiving, life as praise, life as festival, life as glory . . . . She is the Bride and the Feast and the Wedding.

10 January 2010, First Sunday after Epiphany

2010-01-11T13:57:00.000-08:00

A good Sunday, as all (and all days) should be. Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord, Theopahny. Pastor's sermon beautiful, saturated with the euangellion. I gave two “temple talks” before Eucharists and an hour-long SS chat with projected photos at St. John Lutheran Church, Griffin; all went well except for the first talk in which I found my tear ducts somehow strangely connected to my heart, and I had to sniffle and bawl my way through 4 of the 5 minutes. Not your usual tears of compunction, just too many memories of Haitian children by the roadsides. At any rate, I got through the SS thing without them seeing a 72-year-old fogey pathetically slobbering more than decorum allows. Somehow the Spirit managed to save the whole thing, and we may eventually have a few more Lutherans traipsing down to PAP sometime.

Grateful to Larry Schultz; he not only offered to take me to the airport on February 1, but also to loan me his camcorder so that I can record our interviews with Johnson, John-Smith, Andronic, and Stevenson in Port au Prince.

9 February 2010: Dunkelweizen!

2010-01-09T12:10:00.000-08:00

Lots of the cove water is frozen. The mallards are having a hard time of it. The lake so low that some of the hill ridges at the mouth are poking themselves through, looking like a brown longish log caught in the ice.

Took a long, strong walk with Joe, Jeff, and Dick this morning; on the way, got to chat with Rolf.

Went to Covington for some cracked cord for the mourning doves who find it necessary to eat off the hardpack ground. When June and I returned from shopping in Covington, we found neighbor David down by the dock burning logs and brush. When he yelled up that he'd like for me to come down and share a beer, I told him to "Hang on!" Then I got the first cold bottle of Dunkelweizen out of the fridge, pour a bit into a glass and sipped. Shockingly good! Once down at the dock with a glass for sharing, David had his taste, pronounced it "as good any beer as I've ever had" (which is a good bit; no, a lot!), and together we enjoyed the first bottle. Even Mitzy enjoyed a sip. The Dunkel bears a warm brown-ale-like color with a creamy head, no dregs, no off-taste. Absolutely right! Am so damn proud of myself that I could drink and pee hour after hour. But not this afternoon. At 4 UK plays UGA at home in Lexington, a TV thriller. Then a beer, maybe.

8 February 2010

2010-01-09T12:06:00.000-08:00

Contined house cleaning and finished up with the vacuuming. Am eager to taste the Dunkelweizen, but since Wednesdays and Fridays are my "Orthodox" fast days," I'll wait until tomorrow to take the first sipping. Instead of what I hope will be a glass of good beer, I'm pouring into myself all of Frederica Matthewes-Green's The Jesus Prayer: The Ancient Desert Prayer that Tunes the Heart to God. Better than any beer I or anyone can brew.

Morning and Evening Prayer during this Epiphanytide are lovely respites. We learn a new hymn, practice it before prayers, and then sing it at least two times in a row so that the words and melody come together. So grateful for the little electronic keyboard that Abigail gave us.

7 January 2010

2010-01-09T12:00:00.000-08:00

Came home from the parish church too late to do anything with the house blessing last night, so today, after doing some winter house cleaning (ashes out of the fireplace, several loads of laundry, packing up the Christmas decorations for storage under the basement stairs, tidying up the study, and vacuuming), I got out the stepstool so that June could step up and mark the inside of the front door with 20+C_M+B+10 while I said the blessing. Then it was a march around all the rooms, even the bathrooms, laundry, and basement for more prayers and blessings. Went to bed tired, happy.

6 January 2010, Feast of the Epiphany

2010-01-06T17:09:00.001-08:00

The sky pitch black, filled with stars. Snow approaching. Vespers at the local parish with the chalking of the entrance: 20 + C + M + B + 10. Home too late to bless our home and will do so tomorrow after Matins. Christus Mansionem Benedicat, "Christ, bless this home."

Merton's The New Man and Frederica Matthewes-Green's The Jesus Prayer arrived today. After house cleaning tomorrow, I hope to settle into one of them, most like the latter for now.

5 January 2010

2010-01-05T18:30:00.000-08:00

Bitterly cold with the sky void of clouds. Some fields still stippled with unharvested cotton balls. Skimmings of ice in the middle of the cove. Mallards feeding in toward the shoreline. The sun an orangey disk streaked with pine trees.

We said goodbye to Christmastide and with Evening Prayer entered the Feast of the Epiphany. Tomorrow we bless our home with the traditional chalk markings, going from room to room, saying prayers, asking that the Light of Christ fill our kitchen, living room, bedrooms, study, and laundry room.

Drove to Conyers and saw It's Complicated; the theatre was filled with lots of older folks, all of whom--I think we can safely assume--know just how any human life is complicated. Within the complications of my life, God has been gracious, marking all that is central to my inner life with the simplicity of Christ. This Epiphanytide I continue to ask God and his Word always to a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.

Got a Tuesday letter off to Chelsea.

4 January 2010

2010-01-04T16:58:00.000-08:00

Deeply cold by the lake, yet I found Mitzy sleeping in a pile of oak leaves. Head clearing. Strange, still unable even to murmur that psalter without coughing. Hour-long sleep in the afternoon, dozing off while listening to an Orthodox priest talk about the Incarnation. It must be the weeks of sleepless nights, for the most part, catching up. Fourth reading: Bernard of Clairvaux, from his Sermons on the Song of Songs. "If you are wise you will show yourself a reservoir . . . ."

3 January 2010, Second Sunday after Christmas

2010-01-03T18:03:00.000-08:00

Still Christmastide, the Second Sunday after the Nativity. Eucharist at St. John Church with richly insightful sermon by Pastor Katie this morning. Robust singing of carols. And afterwards: procession outside for the Groundbreaking, the blessing of the ground and the soon-to-be built educational addition:

May this building be a place where your glory dwells, where your Word is studied and taught, where your light shines through us as we serve each other and the community around us. May your gracious blessing descend like the dew from heaven upon this place and all who gather here to be equipped for service in your name.

Pastor Katie confirmed her earlier suggestion that next Sunday I make a "Temple Talk" and during the hour between Eucharists I share some thoughts on how my life has been changed by visiting Haiti during the past five years. I've been working on the presentation for several weeks now; I keep rearranging pictures and try to find the best possible sequence. Kirk was kind to remind me to avoid all bulleted onscreen lists. My hopes are that I'll not inappropriately focus much on myself, but on the people of Haiti, and most importantly, on the grace of God who has given me the gift of Haiti's people.

2 January 2010

2010-01-02T06:38:00.000-08:00

Took another Mucinex D at 4:30 this morning. Breathing well now at 9:30. Carole and Hugh came for the South's traditional NY Day supper last night. Introduced me to the Daniel Fast, basically a vegan way of eating (cf. Daniel 10); they begin it on January 10 and continue for 21 days. Inasmuch as my extended fast will come in Lent, I don't intend to join them although I wish them a blessing.

Still having trouble chanting the psalms without coughing; my only remedy is to keep a hot cup of tea or coffee nearby for an occasional sip. It's good to still be singing Christmas carols, songs, and hymns during the Twelve Days.

I continue to work on and review my presentation concerning Haiti. Pastor Katie wrote to say it may be due a week from Sunday.

Reading Merton's "Hagia Sophia," wonderfully fresh and exciting even though I don't quite know what to do with it. It'll have to seep in. Yesterday at Borders I sat down with a paperback copy of The New Man but didn't buy it. Instead, I ordered a used copy online, along with Jim Forest's Praying with Icons and Frederica Mathewes-Green's The Jesus Prayer. About the latter: I listened to a talk on the prayer she gave recently; it was available on Ancient Faith Radio.

1 January 2010, Name Day & Circumcision of Jesus

2010-01-01T03:27:00.000-08:00

Morning Prayer somewhat hurried.

Always, always new beginnings. With old carrryovers: continuing sinus difficulties; the red pill Sudafed is a four-hour reliable throat clock. Quite manageable discomfort.

New ELWs arrived yesterday. Lovely hymnals. Most become intimate with them.

Thursday, a collectable Angelic Mistakes: The Art of Thomas Merton arrived my postal mail. In addition to everything, a printmaker. Absolutely remarkable. More than all, however, am learning who I am from Pramuk's Sophia: The Hidden Christ of Thomas Merton, slowly unpuzzling that enigma in the Athanasian Creed: "He is united because God has taken humanity into himself; he does not transform deity into humanity."

Over Two Years Since Posting

2008-10-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

I often find myself too scattered to be of much good. For some time now I've been writing into a leather-bound book, albeit sporadically, and I'd forgotten about my opportunities to write here. Since few people know about this effort, I imagine it's safe to keep something of a record of my thoughts and doings, helter-skelter as they are.

This morning June went to some sort of a health seminar on cancer with Mary Sweet, and I stayed home, managing to mow the front and side yards, buy a voltage tester (the garage electricity has gone out), take a nap in the afternoon, and do some reading in The Cloud of Unknowing. Having read it before, I'm surprised at how much I see upon this second (maybe third) reading.

Earlier in the morning I spoke at some length with CFI's Scott Mandl and brought him up-to-date of my efforts to assemble an itinerary for Ivy Salomon when she comes from Haiti to visit family and friends in the States. It's not as easy as I imagined; her family is spread out all over the U.S. and they too have busy lives that make it difficult for Ivy to drop by and stay for several weeks at just any time.

June and I are doing well as a married couple, even in our seventies. Tomorrow we plan to take Matt and Sara Beth Stout out to lunch somewhere in Nicholasville. I'm hoping we'll get to one of the morning Eucharists at Faith Lutheran Church. If not, then we'll spend the afternoon in Lexington and go to the evening contemplative Eucharist.

I need to study myself in the light of acedia and may get Kathleen Norris' new book on the subject.

2007-07-30T16:33:00.000-07:00

Having returned from our family reunion, this year at Dauphin Island, I'm delighted that our family has been able to keep itself together. It's a real effort to gather everyone together because we are so separated geographically and at times spiritually. In spite of--or at times, I think, because of--our differences, the blood of us Harnacks runs thick and deep. As paterfamilias, I'm so privileged to have such a wonderful bunch of kids, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews. O yes, we argue a good bit (mostly about politics), but in the end there's always the huggings, the looking forward to seeing one another again, and the prayers that sustain us in our variety and differences. Some of us are politically conservative (yea, a libertarian!), others are liberal (listening, of all things, to NPR!), and others largely a-political. But in blood, and I like to think, in the blood of Christ, we are a real family. One, Carol, comes with enormous forgiveness in heart, and her presence is the light of Christ among us. Others come with professional preoccupations, overloads of work that don't disappear even on vacation times. Still others come as precious children, innocent of our family's history, but eager and willing to be lilke the children about whom Jesus says "are of the kingdom of God." For all who came to this year's week-long reunion, I give heartfelt thanks to God for their presence, their determination to keep the tradition going, and their holding of hands in prayer and in grace before our meals. It's all quite wonderful!

Withdrawing Troops from Iraq

2007-07-14T06:20:00.000-07:00

For a good while I have been deeply appreciative of Daniel B. Clendenin, long-time associate with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship and founder of The Journey with Jesus: Notes to Myself, especially his weekly essay on the Biblical lectionary. As to why I had not noticed it before, I don't know, but yesterday I discovered One Million Blogs for Peace: To End the Iraq War. Inasmuch as I have been been opposed to the Iraq War months preceeding Bush's invasion on March 19, 2003 and watched in horror at our nation's celebration of "Shock and Awe" and have strongly opposed the war ever since, I wish to identify myself with those opposing the war in One Million Blogs for Peace. I have therefore signed online the blog's pledge:
I believe in the immediate withdrawal of all foreign combat troops from the nation of Iraq. I believe in using my blog, in whole or in part, as a tool
toward this end.

To understand why I and other hundreds of thousands--millions of people worldwide--are convinced that we should remove our troops from Iraq now, visit the following sites:

ENDING THE U.S. WAR IN IRAQ : How to Bring the Troops Home and Internationalize the Peace

AFSC Board Statement on Immediate Troop Withdrawal

Tomgram: Michael Schwartz on Immediate Withdrawal

For a rehearsal of the disasterous program of Bush, Chaney, Rumsfeld ("We know where the WMD are"), Rice, Wolfowitz, and other neo-cons have instigated, see the timeline.

November 28

2006-11-27T16:49:00.000-08:00

June and I drove from Georgia to Kentucky today; we got in about 6:30 p.m.

This evening begins the Commemoration of Kamehameha and Emma, King and Queen of Hawaii, 1864, 1865. When in Hawaii earlier this year, I heard a little bit about them, but remembered nothing substantial. Here's what I now know:

Within a year of ascending the throne in 1855, the twenty year old King Kamehameha IV and his bride, Emma Rooke, embarked on the path of altruism and unassuming humility for which they have been revered by their people. The year before, Honolulu, and especially its native Hawaiians, had been horribly afflicted with smallpox. The people, accustomed to a royalty which ruled with pomp and power, were confronted instead by a king and queen who went about, "with notebook in hand," soliciting from the rich and poor funds to build a hospital. Queen's Hospital, named for Emma, is not the largest civilian hospital in Hawaii.

In 1860, the king and queen petitioned the Bishop of Oxford to send missionaries to establish the Anglican Church in Hawaii. The king's interest came through a boyhood tour of England where he had seen, in the stately beauty of Anglican liturgy, a quality that seemed attuned to the gentle beauty of the Hawaiian spirit. England responded by sending the Rt. Rev. Thomas N. Staley and two priests. They arrived on October 11, 1862, and the king and queen were confirmed a month later, on November 28, 1862. They then began preparations for a cathedral and school, and the king set about to translate The Book of Common Prayer and much of the Hymnal .

Kamehameha's life was marred by the tragic death of his four year old son and only child, in 1863. He seemed unable to survive his sadness, although a sermon he preached after his son's death expresses a hope and faith that is eloquent and profound. His own death took place only a year after his son's, in 1864. Emma declined to rule; instead, she committed her life to good works. She was responsible for schools, churches, and efforts on behalf of the poor and sick. She traveled several times to England and the Continent to raise funds, and became a favorite of Queen Victoria's. Archbishop Longley of Canterbury, remarked upon her visit to Lambeth: "I was much struck by the cultivation of her mind...But what excited my interest the most was her almost saintly piety."

The Cathedral was completed after Emma died. It was named St. Andrew's in memory of the king, who died on that Saint's day. Among the Hawaiian people, Emma is still refered to as "our beloved Queen."
Proper:Acts 17:22-31Psalm 33:12-22 or 97:1-2, 7-12 Matthew 25:31-40

O Sovereign God, who raised up King Kamehameha IV and Queen Emma to be rulers of Hawaii, and didst inspire and enable them to be diligen in good works for the welfare of their people and the good of thy Church: Receive our thanks for their witness to the Gospel; and grant that we, with them, may attain to the crown of glory that fadeth not away; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit ever, one God, world without end.
Amen.

I'm also back in Kentucky from my trip to Haiti for several weeks and have much to write about--later. Ont he way home June bought a French coffee press for Andy and Anna. I need to mail it to them asap.

Tuesday, October 31

2006-10-31T04:14:00.000-08:00

John N. Day's "The Pillars of Imprecation: How to Pray for Your Enemies by Praying Against Them" in Touchstone: A Journal of Mere Christianity (November 2006) gives us a fine essay on how we might pray those psalms which ask God to destroy those who oppress and terrorize us. Day's essay focuses on Psalm 83, the very psalm which The Daily Prayer of the Church asks us to use on Mondays in Week I.

When praying such a psalm, Day urges us to place our imprecations before God as follows:

only is settings of extreme enmity (as, for example, in Dafur)
only while we practice persistant love of God and mankind (Matthew 22.37-39)
only as we relinquish all personal desires of revenge (Leviticus 19.18)
only as we appeal to God who has told that He alone is the Avenger (Deauteronomy 32.35)
only as we plead with "the perfected saints in heaven" (Revelation 6.9-11)

It is, of coursse, difficult to keep such admonitions and cautions in one's heart and mind as we "pray for our enemies by praying against them." As I was reading/praying Psalm 83 yesterday morning and in the post-psalm silence thought about how it as it relates to the Church's (and thus to my own) prayer life, I found it difficult to collect my thoughts adequately after the silence. The DPC's "after-silence" collect (usually good) was inadequate and did not help very much. To help me next month (or whenever I come across psalms of imprecation) last night I wrote this collect:

O God, in your mercy You have promised to deliver suffering and oppressed peoples from the hands of those who hate you; as we live between Your command to love our enemies and Your promises to undo those who murder, rape, and pillage the innocent, we ask that You fill those who are evil with shame that they may seek Your name and repent of their evil; seeking to be obedient to your will and forsaking every personal desire for retaliation, we implore You to execute Your divine justice for the sake of those who suffer oppression; within the Company of Heaven and in the love and justice of Christ, we offer ourselves and these petitions through the same Jesus Christ, who lives and rules with You and the Holy Spirit forever.

If you would like to read Day's essay, let me know. And let me know how the collect above might be improved so that I might learn how to pray for my enemies while praying to God against them.

October 29, 2006

2006-10-29T05:24:00.000-08:00

Yesterday Chelsea ran her best personal 5k at Masterson Park in Lexington: 23 minutes, 16 seconds. During the race she was in considerable pain, pain in both of her lower ribsides. So proud of her! Later in the afternoon I took her to a party at First Baptist Church where with some of her friends they played cards and went to Starbucks afterwards. Before going to bed, June, Chelsea, and I prayed for Harold and for the people of Dafur. Then we turned our clocks back an hour and went to bed.

Pentecost 17: Tuesday, 5 September 2006

2006-09-05T09:43:00.000-07:00

Matins outside early. Have decided to go to Haiti, November 14-21. It's okay with June; in fact, she encourages me. Perhaps need to update beneficiaries documents. Weeded front garden and cut shrubs; sweaty. Saw a female velvet ant on the driveway.

Pentecost 17: Monday, 4 September 2006

2006-09-04T13:19:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time since posting; since my last, I've had to have the laptop repaired, June had her car accident (two weeks ago), and my two online classes are well underway. I've started reading The Brothers Karamozov. More importantly, I've become overly judgmental about a number of issues and desparately need to re-order the priorities of my heart and head. For the time being I'm taking a vow not to say anything controversial about liturgies and politics. Prayer must become more intense, more contemplative.

Chelsea was with us this weekend; she's a saving grace. Yesterdday we saw The Illusionist. Good movie. The Eucharist at Faith Lutheran Church was comforting; Pastor's homily on kicking dogs was to the point. The Gospel is hard to put into practice. I'm too insistant, especially with June. Must quit reading John 6 to her and simply act with Jesus, the true Bread, in my guts. Getting up before dawn will help.

Read Chekhov's "Gooseberries." Searing. So much like Ivan. Those raindrops on the window hammer for me. Am seriously thinking about going to Haiti in November.

Pentecost 6 / Friday, July 21

2006-07-21T07:33:00.000-07:00

Gordon and I fished off the dock last evening until it got too dark to see. We've heard from Carole that her physician has reason to think she has some kind of lung cancer. A PET scan is required and after that, next Monday, a team of doctors will evaluate things and make recommendations on what to do. When I came into the bedroom, June was praying the psalms and together we said Evening Prayer, doing the Litany slowly. The reading from Matthew 20 about the two blind men whom Jesus healed was good to hear. I rose again early this morning and said Morning Prayer on the deck. Psalm 88, "O Lord, I cry to you for help in the morning my prayer comes before you." Zonnie and June have gone off to the peach packing plant while Gordon and I are at home; he's resting, trying to find some relief from his chronic back pain. Am reading "Who's Afraid of Post-Modernism? Good book.

Pentecost 6 / Thursday, July 20

2006-07-19T19:07:00.000-07:00

Zonnie arrived. We grilled vegetables and fish and ate together. She is doing well, maturing quite wonderfully. A wind across the lake this evening. Began Thursday with evening prayer downstairs in the study room where Gordon will sleep tomorrow evening.

Psalm 81, "Sing with joy to God our strength."
Psalm 116, "You, O Lord, have rescued my life from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from stumbling."

Lectio: Matthew 20.17-28. Whoever wish to be first among you must be your slave.

I need to look at the church's calendar more carefully.

The Kalendar of the Episcopal Church asks us to remember the witness of Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Amelia Bloomer, Sojourner Truth, and Harriet Ross Tubman today.

Pentecost 6 / Wednesday, July 19

2006-07-18T18:24:00.000-07:00

As always the day begins in the evening, and tonight's Evening Prayer for Wednesday was full of mercies.

Psalm 125, "The Lord stands round about his people."
Psalm 91, "You shall not be afraid of the terror by night . . . ."

The lectio was Matthew 20.1-16, and it came to me that at nearly 70, I have in many ways been of last to be hired.

This afternoon, after my grocery shopping in Covington, we recei ved a call from Chris, asking us to come and talk with Stan, so depressed. We went. Later June and I took a boat ride on the lake; the air everywhere was hot. Tonight I ask the merciful Father to restore Stan. And bless Chris. We heard from Becky that Adam is now feeling the pain of the broken and reset arm. In the litany, pray for them.

I'll need to get up early tomorrow to clean the rooms for Zonnie and Gordon. May the almight Lord bless my sleep.

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Early rising. Morning Prayer well before dawn.

Psalm 65, "You are to be praised, O God in Zion; you make the dawn and the dusk to sing for joy."
Psalm 147, "How pleasant it is to honor God with praise."

This morning's hymn, "O Morning Star," especially reminiscent of days past.

The reading in Numbers 16.35-50 is some Scriptures is also the beginning of 17. Wonder why.
More importantly, another of those "terrible stories." The second reading, Romans 4.13-25, more helpful. An icon of Abraham.

Cleaned up the kitchen and got things straightened out up there. My job before going to the airport is to clean the two downstairs rooms. June wants up about 7. Coffee is ready for her.

Pentecost 6 / Tuesday / July 18

2006-07-18T04:08:00.000-07:00

Evening Prayer today, after we came home visiting Adam, getting some print cartridges and paint for the swing, began just before going to bed:

Psalm 28, "My heart trusts in the Lord, and I have been helped."
Psalm 127, "Unless the Lord builds the house, their labor is in vain who build it." Especially mindful that it's vain "rise so early and go to bed so late" unless God is building my house, my family, my life.

Lectio: Matthew 19.23-30 (It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.)

This morning up a little before seven after a fitful sleep. Carole gets the results of her medical scan today at 9:45. Lots of do. Zonnie arrives tomorrow and Gordon on Thursday.

Pentecost 6 / Monday

2006-07-17T09:41:00.000-07:00

Up early. Morning Prayer:

Ps. 57, "Awake, lute and harp; I myself with waken the dawn."
Ps. 147, "Every day will I bless you and praise your Name for ever and ever."
Number 16.-19. One of those "terrible texts" (Spong) in which Korah, Dathan and Abriam and their families are swallowed up by the earth as a consequence of their rebellion again Moses. Don't know what to make of it.
Romans 3.21-31

Budget for the next thirty days settled; SunRocket voicemail set up; termit and pest control gentleman (Shawn) provided June with estimates; checked AC air filter (MERV 8) and found it unnecessary to exchange it. Took at look at My Morning Prayer set of CDs. Will go to McDonough later today. Must locate and return library books.

Sixth Sunday after Pentecost

2006-07-16T05:48:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I sent off a request to lessen the tax burden to KTRS, took a look at the mid-July budget (good work there!), and cleaned out the outside utility storage room so that it looks organized. A lot of old wood and junk needs to be hauled to the "dump."

Today it's worship at FBC, B'ville; later tonight we go to hear the Ugandan Girls Choir at Carole and Hugh's church. Should be a good day.

James Farl Powers, 1917-1999

2006-07-08T05:51:00.000-07:00

Psalm 104 in today's Morning Prayer.

Today Keillor tells us

It's the birthday of novelist and short story writer J.F. (James Farl) Powers (books by this author), born in Jacksonville, Illinois (1917): a writer who didn't have a lot of readers in his lifetime because he wrote primarily about the lives of Catholic priests in Minnesota. Non-Catholics weren't particularly interested in his work, and Catholics tended to think he was too critical. But after his death in 1999, many critics said he should be ranked among the greatest and funniest fiction writers of the late twentieth century.

He grew up in town with few Catholics other than his own family and he later said, "The town was Protestant. The best people were Protestants and you felt that. That, to some extent, made a philosopher out of me. It made me mad." He was twenty-five when he published his first important short story, called "Lion, Harts, Leaping Does," about a priest named Father Didymus, who remains faithful even though he believes he's unworthy of God. The story was selected for the first edition of the Best American Short Stories anthology, and it was published in his first collection, The Prince of Darkness and Other Stories (1947).

As he got older, his work just got funnier, and in 1962, he published his first novel, Morte D'Urban, about a priest named Father Urban Roche, who runs a parish in Great Plains in Minnesota, but who thinks of himself as a kind of businessman, using his position to get the best rooms in hotels and spending all his spare time playing golf. Morte D'Urban won the National Book Award, but it only sold 25,000 copies. Powers was deeply disappointed. He said, "I thought when I'd finished it that it was a good book—and I guess it was, because nobody bought it."

He only published two novels and three collections of stories in his lifetime. Saul Bellow once called him one of the five great writers in America, but by the time he died, most of his books had gone out of print. But his two novels have since been republished, and his stories have been collected in The Stories of J.F. Powers, which came out in 2000.

J.F. Powers was once asked by nun in an interview for The American Benedictine Review if he had any ideas about the role of the Catholic writer. He replied, "No, I'm afraid I don't, Sister, except that obviously he should not write junk."

I'll be in McDonough this afternoon to visit the library and will try to find some.

Fifth Sunday in Lent

2006-04-04T17:09:00.000-07:00

In The Cross-Shattered Christ Stanley Hauerwas begins his reflections on the “sixth word” of Jesus by assuring us that our Lord’s “It is finished” is not a “death gurgle,” but a triumphant “cry of victory.” As I read the beginning of the chapter, I realize that statement was not entirely new to me; ever since I realized that the biblical Greek for these words is to be translated as “It is completed!” I’ve intuited that these words were no “death gurgle,” but rather completion of Jesus's mission, a mission culminating in Jesus’ cry of final obedience to the end. But then Hauerwas reminds us that Jesus’s dying does not bring his agony to an end. Even though our Lord will be resurrected, Hauerwas insists with Rowan Williams that we must fully realize that “Jesus will be in agony until the end of the world.” This must be said, Hauerwas insists, because we “live in the time between the times—[inasmuch as] the kingdom is begun in Christ but will not be consummated or perfected until the end of the world.” We live, says Hauerwas, “in the tension-filled time between the times.” “Jesus will be in agony until the end of the world.” Such a statement ponders me a good bit. How is it possible that even after “It is finished” the agony of Jesus continues? Do I add more to the agony of Jesus? Does Jesus somehow agonize in me?

During worship yesterday Pastor Gene spoke to us about “shouldering our crosses daily” (Luke 9.24). Here Jesus says he’s not the only one to be crucified; as disciples we are be “cross-ified” like or with him. To explain the disciples cross-bearing, Pastor made it a point to say that burying one’s ego and letting it drop seed-like into the ground seed is the way we shoulder crosses and follow Jesus. While pastor was talking, I found myself fingering through Scriptures to find where Paul says in Colossians, “I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions.” While I realize that Paul was suffering physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually for the Church and that my suffering is qualitatively and quantitatively different and far less that Paul’s, nonetheless letting go of my ego is a form of suffering for me, as ironically and egotistically as that sounds. I see Jesus emptying himself, not putting himself forward, and when He says, “It is finished,” I realize it’s high time I also start to empty myself. That high time doesn’t come as often as I’d like. Frequently, I’m horrified as how much ego drives me. So often I find myself protecting my ego, strengthening it with arguments, winning its approval by others, satisfying its needs, and hanging on to it with dear life. I have one hell of time, pardon the expression, throwing it away so that it fall into the ground, there to wait over the winter until God reactivates my ego-corpse for his purposes. As trite as it sounds (when compared to Paul’s suffering!), the burying of that ego-corpse is a constant struggle for me. Suffering may not be quite the word for what I experience, but in its own way I find that getting rid of ego is very difficult. As least painful in retrospect. One example from yesterday. In Patrick’s absence, I’d been asked to teach the Bible class; and since our Wednesday evening classes with Mary Lou are discussing The Holy Mystery, a Methodist document on sacramental renewal, I thought it would be easy enough to do a little follow-through. So I prepared a few handouts that might help us discuss the meaning of Holy Communion. However, when a new arrival introduced herself in class and announced that she had left the Lutheran Church because it served wine at the Eucharist, I immediately felt my theological ego rise up defensively. I was hardly going to throw that bit of myself into the ground and let it die. As a consequence, I found myself—with a person I didn’t really know—engaging in a good bit of ego-strutting, Scripture quoting. After a while, the Holy Spirit (it wasn’t me) began her work on the group and towards the end of the class, it seemed to me that perhaps (but I’m not sure) the Holy Spirit and the rest of the class did manage to deflate a bit of my ego. Thirty minutes later as I listened to Gene’s sermon, I wondered: Was Jesus struggling and suffering with me, suffering with me as I tried to argue in "know-it-all" style by refusing to throw away some seeds that were not ready for germination. Afterwards on the way home, I genuinely needed to unload a bushel of seeds and get them into the dirt where they belong, waiting for the winter snow to cover them, waiting for some distant spring to arrive when the seeds might sprout. As I thought about what happened in Bible class, I came to the conclusion that, yes, Jesus was struggling with me, and that this was a small, but important to me, part of my completing his agony. As Jesus gave himself to all of us once again in Holy Communion, I did a good bit of remembering “It is finished” and the agony He still endures on behalf on the Church and the world. Tension-filled times between the times.

And then I ask myself: what might it look like when the Kingdom finally arrives and we need not live between the times? In some small part, perhaps something like this: None of us will be prone to press his or her own opinions or philosophies, one's own taste in music, art, literature, spirituality, on one's sisters or brothers. Instead of training, disciplining, and judging others, we will prefer gently to let them be and become more fully themselves in an environment of warmth, respect, and fraternal love.

Fourth Sunday in Lent

2006-03-26T14:23:00.000-08:00

It's not been a good day even though it's Sunday. Worship in the so-called "contemtempory" stytle of service this morning was dreadful: monotonous insipid songs, a lecture-like sermon, and (of course) no Eucharist; the whole business is, while not anti-sacramental, a-sacramental. The choir (yes, I sang in it) was once again a performance. And Bible class was little betterl; somehow managed to get to the end of Exodus 4 with a good bit of talk about elders, but not much else--except for the prayers led by Donna. Which were good. We were asked to fill out a questionnaire/survey about worship; alas, liturgy was defined as "responsive readings." Good grief!

March 25: THE ANNUNCIATION OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY

2006-03-25T18:27:00.000-08:00

It's been an especially busy day and as such I worked quite a while preparing what will eventually be a presentation arguing for the moral rights of sentient beings, a presentation I'm to make at a so-called Oxford-style debate on the EKU campus, April 20. I've asked Pat New in Interlibrary Loans to get me several dozen articles and books, and tonight I called the Chair of the Philosophy Department, Steve Parchment, to secure for me the ID and pw to The Chronicle of Higher Education where Martha Nussbaum has written an especially well-argued statement for the moral rights of animals.

Our lectio this morning had to do with the parable of the sower as told by Luke in chapter 8. I told June that my soul-soil is often not very condusive to deep planting of the seed which Jesus describes as falling on thin soil, rocks, and thorn-infested earth. Right now, even though today is the day we remember the Annunciation, I'm convinced that my soul needs a good bit of harrowing, manuring, and spading. My old Adam has crept back with a vengeance. Prayer is very difficult. I will try to pray the rosary tonight, but I suspect it will be not without much spirit.

Ruth gave me a rosary

2006-03-23T12:47:00.000-08:00

On Sunday, the day before June and I left Austin, Ray Gene's wife, Ruth, gave me a rosary (Thank you, Ruth!) after we attended mass together. While I have used Orthodox prayer ropes as aids to prayer for many years, I have never used a rosary--largely because I thought its bead-work a bit complicated, not nearly as simple as praying the Jesus Prayer with a prayer rope. But now that Ruth has given me a rosary, I'm willing to learn more about it and teach myself how to pray with it. I've put Gary Wills' The Rosary on my wishlist at www.amazon.com but will see if the EKU library can get me a copy before I buy it. In the meantime, at Catholic Update, I'm pleased to note the following:

Pope Paul VI warned against exaggerated approaches when he wrote in 1974: "We...recommend that this very worthy devotion not be propagated in a way that
is too one-sided or exclusive. The rosary is an excellent prayer, but the faithful should be serenely free toward it. Its intrinsic appeal should draw them to calm recitation" (On Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, #55).

And at The Rosary I note that "many Protestants now say the rosary, recognizing it as a truly biblical form of prayer—after all, the prayers that comprise it come mainly from the Bible." so I'll give it a try, learning how to pray the rosary in the early morning hours.

Back in Kentucky

2006-03-23T06:44:00.000-08:00

On March 6, Monday, June and I received a call from Becky saying that Harold was at the Emory Hospital. We packed quickly and drove down immediately. After a week or so at the lakehouse, Harold was able to return home, and we left for Baton Rogue to visit Evaneline and Jesse for a few days; then it was off to Austin, Texas, to visit Ruth and Ray Gene. We returned home yesterday, March 22.