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Month: September, 2018

Under the surface

by chuckofish

“That’s the strangest thing about this life, about being in the ministry. People change the subject when they see you coming. And then sometimes those very same people come into your study and tell you the most remarkable things. There’s a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn’t really expect to find it, either.”

–Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

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Good luck and vaya con dios, Michael.

“Had he, during the course of his ministry, changed a single life? He recalled the words of a woman overheard when he was leaving his last parish. ‘Father Martin is a priest of whom no one ever speaks ill.’ It seemed to him now the most damning of indictments.”

–P.D. James, Death in Holy Orders

“Let the preacher tell the truth. Let him make audible the silence of the news of the world with the sound turned off so that in the silence we can hear the tragic truth of the Gospel, which is that the world where God is absent is a dark and echoing emptiness; and the comic truth of the Gospel, which is that it is into the depths of his absence that God makes himself present in such unlikely ways and to such unlikely people that old Sarah and Abraham and maybe when the time comes even Pilate and Job and Lear and Henry Ward Beecher and you and I laugh till the tears run down our cheeks. And finally let him preach this overwhelming of tragedy by comedy, of darkness by light, of the ordinary by the extraordinary, as the tale that is too good not to be true because to dismiss it as untrue is to dismiss along with it that catch of the breath, that beat and lifting of the heart near to or even accompanied by tears, which I believe is the deepest intuition of truth that we have.”

― Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy and Fairy Tale 

“Get behind me, Satan!”*

by chuckofish

Well, it was a sunny weekend here in flyover country and there was a lot going on all over town. The OM and I opted for our local Greentree parade on Saturday, even though the wee babes were unable to join us.

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The usual suspects were around except there were no floats from any of our local churches–no rockin’ Methodists, no one. I found that troubling.

After that I visited a few of my favorite antique malls and rescued a needlepoint pillow.

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I finished reading Rules of Civility by Amor Towles, which my DP recommended so highly a few weeks ago. I recommend it as well–it was very good!

Most of us shell our days like peanuts. One in a thousand can look at the world with amazement. I don’t mean gawking at the Chrysler Building. I’m talking about the wing of a dragonfly. The tale of the shoeshine. Walking through an unsullied hour with an unsullied heart.

Next up on my reading list is Give a Man A Horse, written in 1938 by Charles J. Finger (1867–1941)  who was a prolific writer who settled in Arkansas after an early life of travel and adventure. One of his many adventure books won the Newbery Prize for children’s literature. In addition to writing and publishing a magazine from his Fayetteville farm, Finger was employed from 1936 through 1938 as an editor of the Federal Writers’ Project (FWP) guidebook, Arkansas: A Guide to the State.

Screen Shot 2018-09-16 at 1.26.06 PM.pngI can’t remember where I ran across this long-forgotten writer, but he sounds like a fascinating fellow. I bought his book and now I’m going to read it.

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The gospel lesson in church on Sunday was one of those difficult ones for preachers–especially Episcopal preachers–“Those who are ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of them the Son of Man will also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels”…because it describes so many of them (and us), you know? Not many want to talk about sin these days. Thank goodness there are still some Presbyterians out there who do:

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Have a good week! Run, dvil, run!

*Mark 8:33

 

 

Supremol Saturday

by chuckofish

I’m back and I promise not to have a melt-down if (make that when) I run into trouble uploading photos or attempting to format the post. I will persevere. I must have had a nice week since I don’t remember much of it. The highlight involved talking to my three sons, including the birthday boy, who turned 26 (!) on Wednesday. He topped a quiet day with a deluxe halibut burgher (yes, that’s a thing) at a favorite Kodiak Island restaurant. Sounds good to me.

While the guys are out having fun, I’ll be grading papers. Picture me doing this:

Wonderfully accurate — found here 

When I need a break, which is to say all the time, I go surfing on my (not so) trusty laptop. I have several ongoing searches and sites that I visit every day. I do a daily crossword puzzle. The USA Today one builds self esteem, because it is easy. By contrast, the Washington Post crossword gets more difficult throughout the week, finally reducing one to a quivering lump of inferiority. I reckon it all averages out and leaves me right back where I started — just a procrastinator trying to pass the time. I will say that crosswords are pretty addictive.

When I get stuck, however, I start doing research — I’m a compulsive researcher. Sometimes I do genealogy and sometimes I try to track down information about some intriguing artifact in my house. For example, on the book case in my living room nestles a bottle of embalming fluid.

The bottle, which you’ll be happy to know is empty, actually belongs to my brother, who got it on a visit to a friend’s house in Athens, Georgia back in the early 1970s. I rescued it when we sold our childhood home in 1988. It’s quite a conversation piece.

I haven’t found out much about it on the internet besides the fact that the trademark was registered in 1925 to the Undertaker’s Supply Company, located in Chicago. I always assumed the bottle was older, but perhaps not. The side-label includes these wonderful directions:

SUPREMOL may be used in varying strengths to conform to cases embalmed. Beginning with a mild solution, strength may be increased as the case requires.

As strength is increased the embalmer should note times when tissue reaction is first expressed, and fluid should not be made stronger than used at first indication of tissue reaction.

Additional information with reference to the use of Supremol is enclosed in a booklet packed with each case. In that booklet you will note the recommendations to use Hermosol in certain types of cases, either as a preinjection solution or as part of the solution for the first injection. Efficient in such cases as Spanish Influenza, Pneumonia and all asphyxia cases and in cases where superficial capillaries are congested with blood and discoloration is present.

This solution can also be used as vein fluid.

You can use uncolored Supremol to reduce or shade the color of Red Supremol.

Goodness, but imagine the disclaimers they’d have to include these days! The solution must have been extremely toxic. I gather that red dye was often added to impart a rosy tinge to the skin and make it look more life-like, hence the Red Supremol. Live and learn. Although this post might seem a bit morbid, it’s a lot more relevant than you might think.

There’s a movement afoot to outlaw embalming on the grounds that the chemicals used eventually leach into the soil and poison the ground water — or something like that. If you are interested in mortuary activism, you can read about it here and here. Even death and burial have become politicized. Although it’s always good to know what’s out there, I’d rather just focus on the bottle as a piece of history– something that is interesting in and of itself.

Remember, the more you know about everything — even the history of embalming — the better off you are! You never know what’s going to pop up on crossword puzzle.

Can I get a witness?

by chuckofish

Another stressful week in the books. Phew. The month of September is zooming by, isn’t it?

This weekend our young friend Michael (the boy’s BFF and godfather to the wee laddie) is being ordained at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in NYC.

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(with his godson last year)

We wish we could be there with his family to support him. He’s come a long way from those days in the junior choir…

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…and as a Sports Marketing major (!) at Indiana University. Now he’ll be savin’ souls in Babylon (aka New York state).

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May he exalt you, O Lord, in the midst of your people; offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to you; boldly proclaim the gospel of salvation; and rightly administer the sacraments of the New Covenant. Make him a faithful pastor, a patient teacher, and a wise councilor. Grant that in all things he may serve without reproach, so that your people may be strengthened and your Name glorified in all the world. All this we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen

In other news, I’m sure you heard that Gump’s is going out of business.

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A purveyor of luxury home furnishings and home décor, Gump’s was founded in 1861 in San Francisco, CA. There was only one Gump’s. It was a favorite of our mother and a favorite of mine. It makes me very sad to see it close. First Country Curtains, now Gump’s… what’s next? The Vermont Country Store? L.L. Bean?!

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Well, time marches on.

This weekend is the Greentree Parade in our flyover town. We hope the wee babes are able to join us as they did last year. We haven’t seen them in two weeks! Besides that I am hoping for a quiet, restorative weekend. How about you?

Look up child

by chuckofish

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“After the day is gone we shall go out, breathe deeply, and look up – and there the stars will be, unchanged, unchangeable.”
H. A. Rey, “The Stars”

Even our tears belong to ritual

by chuckofish

The First Day of School

I

My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph’s dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

II

A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare’s Plays,
As from the integers comes Euler’s Law,
As from the whole, inseperably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope, but do not know its form

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know, I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.

–Howard Nemerov

Boy, do I remember sending my children off to school back in the day.

You are so careful with your children and then one day you just say goodbye and they go off to school. You can’t protect them anymore, once they’re out of your house, not from mean kids and not from overzealous teachers with opinions. They are on their own.

When they were in elementary school, my kids walked to school and I would see them off at the back door with their backpacks and their lunches. Put on the full armour of God, I would pray.

…Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place,15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. (Ephesians 6: 14–18)

Sometimes I would say outloud, “Remember! You can go over the top for Jesus!”–which I had read was the last thing Tony Campolo’s mother would say to him as a child leaving the house on the way to school. We would chuckle about this, but I believed that sending them out on a positive note was important. And I never stopped praying for them.

Hey ho, it is the bell and it tolleth for thee

by chuckofish

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A very happy birthday to darling daughter #1 whom we will be toasting tonight! I hope she has a donut this morning. We won’t be able to celebrate all together until the weekend after this one, but we’ll be thinking of her all day today.

Happy birthday, cupcake of love!

“For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert…”*

by chuckofish

It rained most of the weekend and I stayed in and recuperated from a hectic week and the flu. Indeed, I have no pictures of semi-exciting adventures and/or adorable wee babes since they stayed home and did the same. Instead I  read the new Longmire book which arrived in the mail on Friday.IMG_3423.JPG

It did not disappoint.

I did get out of the house long enough to go to church on Sunday and it was nice to get back into the old routine. The OM and I went to Steak ‘N Shake for lunch afterwards. I picked up the house and did laundry. Since the temperature had fallen into the 70s I tried to do some yard work, but after 15 minutes I had strained my back, so I quit and retreated to Longmire.

We watched a good movie, which I found scrounging around on Amazon Prime, called Marilyn Hotchkiss’ Ballroom Dancing & Charm School (2005). Directed by Randall Miller, it stars Robert Carlyle and John Goodman and features a host of semi-has-been actors like Melissa Tomei, Mary Steenburgen, Sean Astin, Sonia Braga, Donnie Wahlberg, Ernie Hudson, etc., who were all excellent.

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I really liked it!

“Dance is a very powerful drug, if embraced judiciously; to reap its rewards, one must shoulder its challenges with intrepid countenance.” Frank Keene, a grieving baker in a near catatonic state, happens on a car accident. The loquacious and insightful victim, Steve Mills, is on his way to an appointment in Pasadena with a years-ago acquaintance; he asks Frank to go in his place. It’s a dance class. Frank goes, to find Steve’s friend. The story moves back and forth [between] Steve’s childhood, the scene of the accident, and the aftermath of Frank’s first Lindy hop. (IMDB)

It is rare these days to see a movie devoid of vulgarity, violence and political statements. It is just a good, uplifting story about real people. Give it a try–you’ll be glad you did!

*Isaiah 35:6

 

Computer induced insanity

by chuckofish

No post today. I have fought with this monstrous machine for the last three hours. It has pushed me to the screaming edge of madness and I concede defeat — at least for now. I’ll be back next week.

“For the good old American life: For the money, for the glory, and for the fun… mostly for the money”*

by chuckofish

Did you hear that Burt Reynolds died? He was 82. We forget what a huge star he was back in the day. In 1977, for instance, Smokey and the Bandit was second only to Star Wars on the list of top-grossing movies.

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It was hard not to like him. And check out those guns, man.

Screen Shot 2018-09-06 at 2.48.45 PM.pngWhat is your favorite Burt Reynolds movie? Personally I was always a fan of 100 Rifles (1969) starring the unbeatable trio of James Brown, Raquel Welsh and BR.

I also liked W.W. and the Dixie Dancekings (1975) and The Longest Yard (1974). Maybe we can dig one up and watch tonight. Of course, there’s also the classic Don Williams song called “If Hollywood Don’t Need You” that mentions ol’ Burt in the chorus:

Oh, and if you see Burt Reynolds would you shake his hand for me
And tell ol’ Burt I’ve seen all his movies
Well, I hope you make for big time, I hope your dreams come true
But if Hollywood don’t need you, honey, I still do

Listen to it and toast ol’ Burt, won’t you?

Into paradise may the angels lead thee; and at thy coming
may the martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy
city Jerusalem.

*Bandit, Smokey and the Bandit