dual personalities

Month: February, 2019

Deep thoughts

by chuckofish

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I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite — only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next 1000 years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! My extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it — for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.

–Henry David Thoreau, Letter to Harrison Gray Otis Blake (December 1856), as published in The Correspondence of Henry David Thoreau (1958)

Thankfulness is an essential guardian of the soul, and therefore we should guard ourselves with gratitude. Evidently we are fair game for the devil when we don’t abound with thanksgiving. Unless the song of thanksgiving is being sung in our hearts the enemy outside will deceive his way into the city of our soul, and the enemy sympathizers within will make his job easy. So for the sake of your own safety, strive to fill your heart with thanksgiving! Guard yourselves with gratitude!

–John Piper

Almighty God, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us, and to all men. We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful; and that we show forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives, by giving up our selves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost, be all honor and glory, world without end. Amen.

–A General Thanksgiving, BCP

(The painting is J. Alden Weir, 1859-1919, American Impressionist painter)

“Faith, hope, and love abide”*

by chuckofish

We had such a balmy weekend! My friends and I went to the MO Botanical Garden after church to see the Orchid Show and afterwards we sat on a bench outside for some time soaking up the sun. It was 67-degrees! After freezing all week, it felt great. People were very happy to be outdoors, I think, and complete strangers (and a child) engaged us in conversation. It was kind of amazing.

And the orchids were very dramatic.

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The wee babes had a big weekend. They went to see Disney on Ice…

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and had a play date and they came over to our house. Yikes Amighty. I am tired just thinking about it. We had fun reading books…

IMG_7310.jpegand counting “all the bunnies” (again) in the china cabinet and eating burgers ‘n tots.

We did not watch the Super Bowl. I hear that the Rams lost. Well. Big Deal. I could use another day to catch up, but it’s back to the salt mine! Have a good week.

*I Cor. 13:13

The safest road to hell is the gradual one — the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts*

by chuckofish

It was a funny week — for the most part, frigid weather left me muffled up at home puttering around the house,  reading, and thinking. I even skipped a department meeting! Yet all has not been blissful coziness. I am on the board of a local church-affiliated charity organization (comprised of several member churches) that runs a thrift shop and food pantry and gives emergency aid to those in need. We are bursting at the seams at our present location, and we  need to find a bigger place. Yesterday a sub-group of us met with a realtor to look at a huge, 8000 square foot property. Some board members want to start a capital campaign to raise money for the purchase. They have ambitious plans to expand our services and they want to run the organization on a business model.

Their enthusiasm is laudable, but I cannot help feeling that we are getting away from our mission, which is to help people in our small catchment area. In my view we should be closer to the widow’s mite than the money lenders. In other words, our operation should concentrate on the human aspect, rather than fiscal growth.

William Teulon Blandford Fletcher’s The Widow’s Mite

Why do we need to act as if we are in a fund-raising competition? And isn’t it true that the bigger we get, the more overhead cost we’ll have? Won’t the money simply go to support the charity and not the people who need help?  Bigger is not necessarily better, right? Perhaps I should remind my colleagues to “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it” (Matthew 7:13) — they mean well, but good intentions without clear thought just get everyone into trouble.

The moral of the story? Easy charity isn’t charity at all. We should always examine our motives and think deeply about the consequences of our actions before we act.

Just in case you are interested in feeding your stomach as well as your soul, I’m going to share the easy and delicious dinner I made last night. Gnocchi with beef and zucchini. Here’s the sauce,

and here’s the gnocchi.

I recommend frying them for crispness but you can also follow the recipe and boil them if you prefer your food soft and mushy. I did not have the chili paste called for in the recipe, so I just added a few red pepper flakes. The mascarpone adds a subtle sweetness, and while the sauce would probably turn out fine with another cheese, try it first with the mascarpone!

Have a great weekend, “And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him” (Colossians 3:17).

*C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

“Shakespeare was not meant for taverns… nor for tavern louts.”*

by chuckofish

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What a week–besides being impressively busy at work, it was freezing cold! Schools were closed all over the place (and with good reason) but we soldiered on and stayed open. I donned my old wool sweaters and dealt with hat-hair.

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Thankfully temps are warming up and it promises to be quite balmy over the weekend. I can’t wait.

Since today is the birthday of John Ford (February 1, 1894 – August 31, 1973), the obvious choice for movie viewing this weekend is any number of his stellar films.

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By most accounts, he was kind of a real S.O.B., but that notwithstanding, he was the greatest of all films directors. (Orson Welles, Ingmar Bergman and Akira Kurosawa agree with me.)

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So what shall it be?

Stagecoach (1939)

Young Mr. Lincoln (1939)

Drums Along the Mohawk (1939)

The Grapes of Wrath (1940)

How Green Was My Valley (1941)

They Were Expendable (1945)

My Darling Clementine (1946)

Fort Apache (1948)

3 Godfathers (1948)

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

Wagon Master (1950)

Rio Grande (1950)

The Quiet Man (1952)

Mr. Roberts (1955)

The Searchers (1956)

The Horse Soldiers (1959)

Sergeant Rutledge (1960)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

How the West Was Won (1962)

Mighty impressive. I am  leaning toward How Green Was My Valley.

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What do you think?

 

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Choose joy this weekend, and by that I mean, watch a good movie!

*Granville Thordyke in My Darling Clementine.