dual personalities

Month: December, 2018

And, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them…

by chuckofish

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“Is not my word like fire, says the Lord!” (Jeremiah 23:29)

“Gather ‘round that fire this Advent season,” advises John Piper. “It is warm. It is sparkling with colors of grace. It is healing for a thousand hurts. It is light for dark nights.” In other words, read some scripture this Advent!

If you are setting up your nativity scene with shepherds, the first to appear on the scene, you can read Luke 2: 1-20:

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.

18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

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When you are setting up your creche with Wise Men, you can read Matthew 2: 1-12:

Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.

When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.

And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.

And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written by the prophet,

And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, art not the least among the princes of Judah: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.

Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, enquired of them diligently what time the star appeared.

And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.

When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh.

12 And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.

Screen Shot 2018-12-18 at 1.27.31 PM.pngYou will note that animals are not mentioned in the scripture. Even so, I always liked this song and this version by Sufjan Stevens is pretty straightforward.

I gave the wee babes the Fisher Price nativity set for their birthday.

Screen Shot 2018-12-18 at 2.49.54 PM.pngOf course, Lottie loves to play with it in her precise, careful way. The wee laddie likes to throw the pieces and has no respect for the baby Jesus, despite my remonstrances to the contrary.

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Keep on reading your scripture in these final days of Advent! Only six days ’til Christmas!

In calm or stormy weather

by chuckofish

Today is my dear DP’s birthday. There is nothing that makes me feel older than my little sister reaching an age milestone, even hitting that milestone myself! We are getting to be such old ladies!

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You may have gathered that my sister is the intellectual in the family and the most like our mother in that respect. Our mother was very proud of her, traveling all over the world in the pursuit of knowledge. She lived to see her go on to Yale and the Babylonian Collection, but she did not see her married and the mother of three boys. She would have been equally proud of that. She would have loved that she is a college professor. And she would have been very happy to know that she is a elder in her church.

I have always been proud of my little sister as well. She did the things I wasn’t able to do–she made the varsity field hockey team! She was never timid.

Well, we have been lucky to have each other and to support each other through the years, because, you know…

…there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands

(Christina Rossetti, “Goblin Market”)

Perhaps we are beginning to totter a bit, but we’re still standing! Join me in a toast to my much loved dual personality!

“From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in Thee.”*

by chuckofish

How could he have considered taking Monday off? Monday was the diving board poised over the rest of the week. One walked out on the board, reviewed the situation, planned one’s strategy, bounced a few times to get the feel of things, and then made a clean dive. Without Monday, one simply bombed into the water, belly first, and hoped for the best.

–Jan Karon, At Home in Mitford

My Monday will be a breeze compared to my weekend. Weekends are when we working girls get everything done that needs to be done at home. And at this time of year it is not just the usual laundry, food shopping and home projects that pile up.

The boy came over on Friday night after work and hauled the tree in from the garage, put it in the stand and strung the lights.

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After he went home, I hung the ornaments on the tree. Voila, beautiful.

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On Saturday I wrapped and wrapped and wrapped more presents. Even though my kids are all grown up and moved away, I still seem to get them the same amount of presents I always have–even if half of them are estate sale finds and used books! And now we have a daughter-in-law and a son-in-law! Wrapping presents is back-breaking work–literally. I mean it’s not chopping wood, but it feels like it later, you know?

I also went to the store twice, got my hair cut and gabbed on the phone with daughters # 1 and 2. After I finished putting up the Christmas decorations, I collapsed and watched Circus World (1962) with John Wayne and Claudia Cardinale and enjoyed it immensely.

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It features real acts from the Althof Circus, a very old family circus in Europe, which during WWII sheltered a number of Jewish refugees from the Nazis. (The owners were later honored for their work.) The acts which are highlighted are excellent and the clowns are genuinely funny, But they don’t overdue the circus acts. It has an engaging plot and so does not come off like a semi-documentary the way The Greatest Show on Earth (1951) does.

I went to church and then finished wrapping presents and cleaning the house. Phew. I was tired by the time we went over to the boy’s house to have dinner and see the wee babes who have been sick with RSV all week…

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but are much better now. Sweet babies.

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Now it is Monday and I have four busy days and then I’m off for Christmas! Hopefully I am finished with all the busy work and can focus on the the reason for the season!

*Charles Wesley, “Come Thou Long Expected Jesus”

Choosing joy — the my computer just crashed and my house is a disaster version

by chuckofish

I had almost finished my post when Firefox crashed. This isn’t the first time that’s happened to me. C’est la vie.

We are just about to start week six of the kitchen renovation, and there’s no end in sight. My house looks like squatters live in it, but never mind. Even as I grouse, I am acutely aware that I am blessed. Here’s why:

1. My Christmas cactus is blooming like crazy! I’ve never gotten more than one bloom out of it, so this is kind of a Christmas miracle. Perhaps it likes the dust.

2. I have THREE potluck parties to attend this weekend. It’s a little awkward without a kitchen, but that’s also a great excuse to bring cheese and crackers, so it’s a win-win.

3. I am involved with our local church and community program that helps needy families throughout the year and at Christmas provides toys, coats, hats, mittens, PJs, socks, books, and stocking stuffers for hundreds of local children. Yesterday, as I helped distribute gifts, I happened to meet an acquaintance who came to gather gifts for ten children, three of his own and seven foster kids. Can you imagine? Thank goodness for truly altruistic individuals like my friend and his wife!

4. I am grateful for my church and the wonderful people who belong to it. Tomorrow is our annual pageant. I can’t wait to see what the children have in store for us this year!

5. And of course I’m extremely grateful for my family, near and far, and for all those who read the blog!

What’s a little dust, mess and disruption compared to all that? Why, nothing at all.

I choose joy

by chuckofish

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These are issues I can deal with. Three years ago we were dealing with finding out the boy had cancer. Two years ago the twins were born at 27 weeks, 3 months premature, and their parents were camped out in the NICU. “Things happen,” as T.E. Lawrence said, “and we do our best to keep in the saddle.” We stayed in the saddle. We keep going.

Because there is always something to deal with. The ups and downs of business. The precarious-ness of jobs. They seem magnified at this time of year when we are so busy and so focused on the festivities of the season. What we really  need to focus on, of course, is the fact that “the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld  his glory, the glory as of the only begotten son of the Father,) full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)

It is Advent, after all. We are waiting. Let’s take a deep breath (or two) and ponder these things in our heart.

Listen to some good music.

Read something uplifting.

“He knew that all was well, because he had done the best that he could, from day to day. He had been true to the light that had been given to him. He had looked for more. And if he had not found it, if a failure was all that came out of his life, doubtless that was the best that was possible. He had not seen the revelation of “life everlasting, incorruptible and immortal.” But he knew that even if he could live his earthly life over again, it could not be otherwise than it had been.”
― Henry van Dyke, The Story of the Other Wise Man

This weekend I am going to finish my Christmas shopping, wrap a boatload of presents, decorate the big tree, get my house ready for visitors, go to church, and choose to be joyful.

Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst.  But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen. (I Timothy 1: 15-17)

Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge! In keeping with the situation!

by chuckofish

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“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,” returned the nephew. “Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round — apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that — as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”

–Fred, A Christmas Carol

Well, I have started catching up on my Christmas movie watching, what about you?

One more postcard

by chuckofish

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:10)

I promise I am just about done with posting about my pilgrimage, but one more thing…

You might remember a few years ago that a dear friend of mine went to the holy land and also attended a service at St. George’s Cathedral in Jerusalem. She snapped a picture of a needlepoint kneeler there with my name on it:

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When I was at the cathedral the Sunday before last, I looked high and low for this cushion, but could not find it!

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So frustrating…

However, I did take a few pictures of some of the other wonderful kneelers that are used there. They are from Anglican and Episcopal churches all over the world.

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Aren’t they wonderful? Some are a little worse for wear, but that’s okay. I like to think of all those women (and maybe a few men) who stitched them over the years.

Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.  –Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Marble Faun, 1859

Postcards from the holy land

by chuckofish

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Our pilgrimage tour was made up of 39 members of two Episcopal churches, my own in flyover country and one from Westchester County, New York. We were a fairly diverse group, ranging in age from Millennial to Over-the-Hill. We had five priests with us, two padres and three madres (from the Caribbean, Colombia and Australia), and a Lutheran pastor. The rest of the group included a retired detective from the NYPD (gangland division), two recently graduated Georgetown lacrosse players,

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In the Jordan River where we renewed our baptismal vows

an elderly WASP named “Bif,” a handful of former Catholics, a mother-daughter team from Jupiter, FL, and your run-of-the-mill Episcopalians like me.

We all got along remarkably well. Sure, the cool kids sat in the back of the tour bus and laughed it up, but I am old enough now that I could care less about such things. The good-humored lacrosse players served as sheepdogs and brought up the rear, making sure that no one wandered too far afield. We didn’t lose anyone and nobody fell (except our rector, twice).

We were up and at ’em at 6 a.m. every morning and saw more than I can ever fully digest.

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The street where our Christian hotel was located in the Old City near the Jaffa Gate.

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Two thousand year old olive trees in what “tradition tells us” is the Garden of Gethsemane

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The greatest model/visual aid ever (ancient Jerusalem)

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Our tour guide with his disciples

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Sun goddess in Jaffa on the Mediterranean

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Well, I don’t want to be accused, like Christian by Apollyon, that “when you talk of your journey and of what you have heard and seen, you inwardly desire your own glory in all you do and say,” so I will stop.

It was a great trip; I’m glad I went.

“Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding. ‘Christ is nigh,’ it seems to say…”*

by chuckofish

Well, we are well into Advent and it was good to be back at my home church yesterday. Last Sunday we pilgrims were celebrating the first Sunday in Advent at St. George’s Cathedral in Jerusalem. Established in 1899, it is the seat of the Bishop of Jerusalem of the Episcopal Church in Jerusalem and the Middle East. The Bishop gave the sermon (in English and in Arabic) and we sang good old hymns. It was a lovely service.

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Meanwhile back at the ranch, daughter #1 was home and she helped me a lot getting out more Christmas stuff…

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putting up the outside lights and buying and setting up our small tree in the dining room.

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We also went to the church bazaar and to a couple of estate sales where we picked up some books, including the hard-to-find St. Louis Then and Now. She spotted it, grabbed my arm and stage-whispered, “Pick it up! Pick it up!” I knew then and there that daughter #1 has become a true estate sale-er with an eagle eye for the rare find!

We watched the 1951 A Christmas Carol with Alistair Sim (the best version) and The Bishop’s Wife (1947).

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It’s good to be home.

*Hymns Ancient and Modern

Christmas challenge

by chuckofish

While my dear DP was having a meaningful experience in the Holy Land, I’ve been breathing dust and eating glutinous microwave dinners. The kitchen remodel has been going on for almost a month. Progress has been glacially slow, and there have been a few hiccups, but we’re getting there. We have a new window, a new range hood (new stove yet to arrive), painted walls, most of the floor, and the bare bones of the cupboards. What is taking so long, you ask? I wish I knew. It’s a tiny kitchen, after all.

While they were waiting for the paint to dry in the kitchen, they got working on the mudroom, which now looks like this:

The walls are actually cream and not yellow. It’s just the lighting at night that makes it look that way. Note the temporary 2 x 4 railing as well.

At least we can still use the back entry. My chief worry at this point — aside from the ever-rising cost — is whether the work will be done before son #3 arrives with his cat. Every room in my house is full of pots and pans, small appliances, and fragile antiques that I’m attempting to keep out of harm’s way — a situation that is hardly conducive to welcoming visitors, especially feline ones.

Alas, the house is in such disarray that I cannot put up any Christmas decorations. How does one get into the Christmas spirit under such conditions? Consider what Sigrid Undset wrote:

“And when we give each other Christmas gifts in His name, let us remember that He has given us the sun and the moon and the stars, and the earth with its forests and mountains and oceans–and all that lives and move upon them. He has given us all green things and everything that blossoms and bears fruit and all that we quarrel about and all that we have misused–and to save us from our foolishness, from all our sins, He came down to earth and gave us Himself.”

Here’s another good passage — this one from Henry Van Dyke — to remind us about what Christmas really means:

“Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and desires of little children; to remember the weaknesses and loneliness of people who are growing old; to stop asking how much your friends love you, and to ask yourself if you love them enough; to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear on their hearts; to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you; to make a grave for your ugly thoughts and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open? Are you willing to do these things for a day? Then you are ready to keep Christmas!”

There. Now I feel better. I may not be able to decorate inside the house but I can still celebrate Christmas in my heart and in my actions. And who knows? Maybe the workers will have a burst of energy and be done with the kitchen by the end of next week. Stranger things have happened…

Finally, did you know that  Mark Knopfler and Gregory Alan Isakov  have new CDs, that you can follow Amor Towles on Instagram (he’s got some interesting photos), and that you can keep up with son #2’s reporting at the Idaho Mountain Express? Now that’s some Christmas cheer!