“As with gladness men of old did the guiding star behold…
by chuckofish
…as with joy they hailed its light, leading onward, beaming bright;
so, most gracious Lord, may we evermore be led to thee.”*
As you know, yesterday was the feast of the Epiphany. We got to sing “We Three Kings” in church and the Gospel lesson was the story of the Three Wise Men. The rector preached on the question, “What is it that you are seeking?” It is an important question to ask yourself.
Earlier in the weekend I went to an estate sale and bought a few books and a silver tray. I rescued some old lustreware plates, the kind that no one wants these days–$2 for four plates!

I am not “seeking” more old things per se, but sometimes they are thrust upon me.
After that, I cleaned up my office, throwing away and/or recycling a lot of paper that builds up over the year. I did a lot of straightening up and filing. And the OM helped me take down the outside Christmas lights.
Then the wee babes came over on Sunday night to celebrate their mommy’s birthday
with meatloaf and ice cream cake.

Hello, Pan Am?
Of course, the babes found all the things I had put away. They love to pull books off the shelves. That is their duty as two-year-olds.The wee laddie is really into Jung.
Then we watched Three Godfathers (1948) as is our tradition on Epiphany. It is a great tradition because the film is so great.

There were three wise men, Bob, and I’m one of ’em.
I especially noticed how really great it is as I had just watched Gunfight at the OK Corral (1957) the night before. The contrast is striking! Okay, I may have thought this VistaVision drama was great as a child…the song as sung by Frankie Laine is stirring…but the movie–direction, acting, screenplay–is terrible. It is one of those westerns that takes itself very seriously, way too seriously. But what is it saying? That is never clear. Burt Lancaster (Wyatt Earp) plays the marshall as a super-straight-laced, duty-bound good guy who is just boring.

Mustn’t react to fiery redhead, Wyatt. That would be wrong.
On the other hand, Kurt Douglas (Doc Holiday) chews the scenery unashamedly in search of a motive and finds none.

Was Ringo there?
He feels nothing but contempt for his girlfriend, but he is still enraged by her leaving him. What? Does he love her after all? Um, no. His actions clearly suggest otherwise. He is just a jerk, then, right? Both of our heroes are kind of jerks. In fact, the only hint of affection in this movie is between Doc and Wyatt, and we don’t want to go there, right? Well, the only character for whom I felt any sympathy was Jo Van Fleet as Kate, the whore. She is treated badly by everyone, but she still tries to help Doc, whom she loves even though he never appreciates her. Their scenes together at least have a little life in them.

Why don’t you put a rope ’round my neck, and pull it when you want me?
The Clantons are just standard bad guys. All the minor characters are stereotypes played by the B team.
It is such a mish-mosh! Really, there is no reason to watch it other than the great song by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington which you can hear here. While I was watching, I kept thinking about My Darling Clementine (1946) which in my opinion is the only good movie about the OK Corral. There is plenty of motivation in that movie, as well as character development and great acting. There is darkness in this movie and light. There is contrast. There is affection and friendship, loyalty, love. The real stuff.

Walter Brennan as Ike Clanton, abusive father par excellence
[Interesting side note: John Ireland is in both movies as a member of the Clanton gang. File that one away for trivia night.]
So I guess my point is: watch either John Ford movie (Three Godfathers or My Darling Clementine) to see what a great movie is. Skip the 1950’s next-best-thing-to-color television (Gunfight at the OK Corral).
P.S. Yesterday was the 100th anniversary of the death of President Theodore Roosevelt. Join me in a toast!

He’s not afraid.
*Hymn 119






This was the most precious moment of my Christmas Eve…the wee laddie sitting on my lap toward the end of the Christmas Eve service, entertaining himself by paging through the Book of Common Prayer. I mean, c’mon…

You 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.
Of 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.
(I did not give him this sweater. But I definitely approve.)
I am still getting Christmas decorations out and finding a place for them. Other things must be put away. Annie and Andy were quite accommodating.
This gang goes on the mantle.
But I am not so sure where this gang is going to go…
This weekend I will (hopefully) settle all these decorating issues.




































The wee babes and their parents came over for tacos on Saturday night. In 2 1/2 weeks the babes have apparently made huge leaps and bounds in the talking department.
The switch really flipped in the little guy and he is so verbal now! When you pick him up, he says, “Down!” Amazing.
After daughter #1 left on Sunday, the OM and I girded our loins, donned our mittens and went to the Optimist lot to buy a big tree. We were successful and carted it home to the garage. Setting it up and decorating it will be a task for next weekend.
the sunrise
and the sunset.
I liked Capernaum, a fishing village on the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee where Jesus centered his public ministry in Galilee. I liked sitting under the olive trees
and imagining Jesus there.
But once we were off to Cana, the site of Jesus’s first public miracle, changing water to wine at a wedding reception, where the Franciscans have built a church,



the Church of Peter in Gallicantu (where the rooster crowed), the Church of the Nativity, the Church of the Shepherds’ Fields, the Church of the Visitation (honoring Mary’s visit to Elizabeth, who was told by an angel that Elizabeth was pregnant), the Church of St. John in the Mountains (said to be the birthplace of John the Baptist), the Church of Pater Noster (located on the Mount of Olives), the Church of All Nations (built on “the rock of the agony,” where Jesus prayed before his betrayal), the Church of the Holy Sepulchre (on the site where Christ died on the cross and rose from the dead), and so on and so on.





