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December 20, 2017

“Team free will 2.0”*

by chuckofish

I always read the NYT obituaries. They let us know when the famous, as well as some pretty obscure people, pass away. However, they failed to note the death of one of the giants of reformed Christianity–R.C. Sproul last week.

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I guess they are unwilling to acknowledge evangelicals even when their leaders die. Sigh. As you know, I am a member of one of the most liberal denominations out there, but I can appreciate a man like Sproul for his devotion to the Bible and his passionate belief in salvation by grace alone through faith alone in Christ based on Scripture alone for the glory of God alone. (AMEN) Shame on the NYT for the umpteenth time.

While we are on the subject of obituaries, here is the 2017 TCM Remembers video:

This annual video is always a sad reminder of those familiar faces who have passed out of this world, but who will forever remain on film.

On a cheerier note, here is a new rendition of a familiar Christmas carol. We sing this spiritual at our church and never get it right. But I like this version.

Tomorrow I start my own personal winter break and I can’t wait!

*Dean Winchester

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December 19, 2017

“For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath, Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.”*

by chuckofish

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We’re in the home stretch now!

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I had the house pretty well cleaned up this weekend. Then the wee babes came over on Sunday night. The wee laddie likes to eat and blow raspberries at the same time, expressing whatever food is in his mouth all over the place! It is a neat trick and c’est la vie. The Christmas creche is fair game as well.

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Although everything he sees goes into his mouth, he is so active he seems to burn off any and all calories. Case in point: the wee laddie climbed all the way up our stairs to the second floor.

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Talk about Mt. Crumpit! I wish I had the core strength of our 16 lb. dynamo.

Little Lottiebelle takes a more measured approach to things. She is unimpressed by her brother’s antics and accomplishments.

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Stairs? No way, José!

And I hear the wee babes went to see a certain jolly old elf…

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They’re not afraid…

Well, this week I will wind things up at work and finish my to-do list and await the arrival of daughter #2 and Nate and daughter #1 on Friday. Woohoo!

P.S. I know you are impressed with my ability to screenshot Snapchat videos, right? I impress myself sometimes.

*Dr. Seuss

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December 18, 2017

“All kinds of weather we stick together, the same in the rain or sun”*

by chuckofish

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Today is my dear dual personality’s birthday! I will think of her often, as I do every day, and miss her.

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I hope that all the men in her life (one husband and three sons) take care to lavish her with the love and attention she deserves.

Anyway, I am glad to hear that her grades are in and that she is officially on sabbatical! Huzzah!

Although she is nowhere near her 71st birthday, I still like this poem by Walt Whitman, My 71st Year:

After surmounting threescore and ten,
With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
My parents’ deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing passions of me, the war of ‘63 and ‘4,
As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or as haply after battle,
At twilight, hobbling, answering yet to company roll-call, Here, with vital voice,
Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.

Happy Day! It’s a week ’til Christmas!

*Irving Berlin

 

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December 16, 2017

Loudly sing “cuckoo”!

by chuckofish

I don’t know about you but I’m beginning to feel slightly “cuckoo”. Still, we’re making progress. The tree is up.

The decorations are (mostly) out.

Presents are beginning to pile up, and my Christmas cactus has ONE bud! Note, too, the sweet Bonsai tree from my brother and his family. The trauma of travel cost it some leaves, but for now I’ve put it in the spot that all my plants love, so I think it will recover.

I have ALL my wrapping left to do, but the packages just keep arriving.

This morning I made brownies to take to the Tai Chi Christmas party the DH and I will attend in about half an hour (!). After those festivities, I’ll spend the day writing Christmas cards and preparing the house for the arrival of sons #2 and #3 later this week.  Tomorrow, the DH and I will read at the Lessons and Carols service at our Presbyterian Church. It will be a busy weekend, but I’m looking forward to it.

When you get tired of all the holiday folderol and want to remember a simpler time, follow this link, watch the video, and spot our mother (hint: she’s the last person to board the truck and she’s wearing shades).

 

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December 15, 2017

Have a holly jolly weekend

by chuckofish

Another busy week gone with the wind. Good grief, where does the time go? I’m not sure, but my routine has been disrupted by holiday office parties on school nights (!) and similar activities. I’m certainly not complaining. ‘Tis the season and all that.

Our weekend should be relatively calm. I will continue at a leisurely pace to wrap presents and write cards. Daughter #1 is coming home to help us trim our big tree. Hopefully the wee babes and their parents will come over for dinner on Sunday.

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This time last year we were very worried about the wee babes who were only a few days old and so tiny.

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We were at the NICU every day then and on that Friday daughter #2 and I were caught going home in a freak ice storm that wrecked havoc with traffic for hours. How blessed we are to have gotten through that time and to have our darling babes happy and healthy and ready for their first real Christmas. I reminded someone yesterday that we had many people and churches of varying denominations praying for those babies back then, and we are very grateful. The power of prayer is a real thing.

Rejoice always,  pray without ceasing,  in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. (I Thess: 6:16-18)

As it is Friday,  I want to point out to you that TCM is airing a lot of Christmas movies in the coming days, including tonight:

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Set your DVR for some seasonal fun. BTW, The Shop Around the Corner (1940) is the movie upon which You’ve Got Mail (1998) is based. James Stewart and Margaret Sullavan–check out the original.

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Have a great weekend! Keep the faith.

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December 13, 2017

Just a reminder

by chuckofish

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Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat.
But how about the children, have you taken thought of that?
What about the little boy that lives down the lane,
Ragged in the snowstorm, whistling in the rain?
What about the little girl the other side of town?
There’s no one she can run to, and her world is falling down.
Dead father, drunken father, father gone away,
Sick mother, no mother, think of them today.
These are the lost ones, little ones alone.
These too are Maryland, these are our own.
Christmas is coming, and shall they be dismayed?
Send a Merry Christmas check to the Children’s Aid.

–Ogden Nash, a former president and longtime board member of the Children’s Aid Society of Maryland, wrote this poem in 1942.

Well, this is just a humble reminder that we should all think of others at this time of year and not just ourselves and our own loved ones. It is easy to get carried away with all the hoopla, isn’t it?

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One of the charities I support is the Episcopal City Mission, which was started back in 1894 when Charles Holmes, a lay person at Christ Church Cathedral here in my flyover town, organized volunteers from the cathedral to minister at City Hospital, the City Jail, the City Workhouse, and the Asylum. Thus was born the House Missions, which was known under various names until it became Episcopal City Mission in the 1950’s. With the establishment of juvenile facilities in the city, the ministry grew to include pastoral care for children.

Eventually, other Protestant denominations joined in this important ministry to those confined in the public institutions of St. Louis.  In 1953 the decision was made to divide the ministry to these institutions among various denominations. The Episcopal Diocese chose to work with troubled youth and asked to continue the ministry to children in detention under the name of Episcopal City Mission (ECM). Its ministry to youth was firmly established in the Juvenile Detention Centers and recognized by the Family Court System. ECM became the agency authorized by the Court System to provide for the ongoing spiritual needs of detained children in St. Louis City and County.

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Current chaplains at ECM

Small world department: The chaplain on the right was a youth leader when the boy was active in K-Life back in middle school. He has definitely stepped up. Good to see him still walking the walk.

Almighty and most merciful God, we remember before you all poor and neglected persons whom it would be easy for us to forget: the homeless and the destitute, the old and the sick, and all who have none to care for them. Help us to heal those who are broken in body or spirit, and to turn their sorrow into joy. Grant this, Father, for the love of your Son, who for our sake became poor, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

–BCP, Prayers and Thanksgivings

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December 13, 2017

This and that or “God bless us every one!”

by chuckofish

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I have to wait until my girls are home before I can watch White Christmas, so I watched the 1951 A Christmas Carol with the wonderful Alastair Sim–definitely the best version of the classic by Charles Dickens–last night. It is a great movie and should be part of every pre-Christmas routine. I always choke up when they play “Barbara Allen.”

Tonight I might watch Mary Poppins (1964) and toast Dick Van Dyke, who was born on this day in 1925.

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I thought this article in the WSJ was interesting. I mean, haven’t I been saying this for years? Didn’t I once, a few years ago, even email a high school classmate (not a close friend) whose picture I had seen in an alumni magazine, asking her where did she get that dress? It had sleeves! She wrote right back with the answer, saying, I know, right?

Designers should throw us old ladies a bone.

And, okay, I thought this was funny:

Enjoy your day!

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December 12, 2017

“L’enfer, c’est les autres”*

by chuckofish

Did you read last week that the French superstar Johnny Hallyday died? Well, c’est vrai. I actually know who Johnny Hallyday was, because I had a French teacher in middle school (or thereabouts) who introduced our class to him.

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Madame was, in our pre-teen view, an old crone who wore orthopedic shoes. My mother assured me that she had probably once been quite beautiful–ye gods, how could she tell? I remained unconvinced. When she brought in the Johnny Hallyday records and tried to tell us that he was the bees knees–zut alors! how we laughed!

Yes, we were idiots and proudly so.

Now I am the old crone in not-quite-orthopedic shoes and Johnny’s death serves as yet another reminder of how awful we girls were back in the early nineteen-seventies. I suppose it has always been thus–the young so intolerant of the old and so stubborn about listening to anything they have to say.

On the other hand, Madame was probably one of those teachers who said to me, “You don’t like me, do you, Katie?” and I had to lie and say, “What are you talking about? Of course, I like you! I love French class!”

Well, I looked Madame up on the internet and found her papers in the archive of Smith College. Check them out if you’re interested. (I am not.) I mean really.

I only feel bad that I no doubt embarrassed our mother. I’m sure she was horrified from time to time by the stories I related about school and the things that we laughed at. We laughed at everything. But I have to say in my defense, that although I had to take French for something like twelve years at my school, I never learned a thing. This was not all my fault. Sure, I can say, “Incroyable!” and sound like a native (wink wink) but that’s about all.

*Hell is other people”–Jean-Paul Sartre

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December 11, 2017

“Therefore we sing to greet our King; forever let our praises ring.”*

by chuckofish

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After my busy weekend I feel like the wee laddie in the photo above. Pooped. He had conked out after sitting on my lap through his mother’s graduation ceremony on Saturday morning. The wee lassie had just woken up in this picture and was a tad grumpy. If they had had a clue what was going on, they would have been very proud of their hard-working mama. Yes, daughter #3, having started an EdD degree as a part-time “night” student several years ago, persevered through her husband having cancer, the birth of premature twins and daily trips to the NICU for 100+ days, while holding down a full-time job, to finish. It can be done and she’s proof. Huzzah.

I will add that when daughter #3 went up on stage to be hooded, Lottie, who was standing on her other grandmother’s lap, said in a loud voice, “DA-DA!”

IMG_2988.JPGAfter the ceremony, the OM and I went home and I rolled up my sleeves while the OM got comfortable in his recliner. In fact, I was a whirling dervish of activity, wrapping presents to mail out of town, wrapping more presents, cleaning up, decorating the small tree,

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Not the best little tree we’ve ever had, but pretty nevertheless!

setting the table (minus one leaf which went down to the basement), addressing Christmas cards…I got a lot done. We even went out to dinner with dear friends. But I was pretty tired by Sunday evening, when I had to get dressed up again and trudge over to church for Lessons and Carols.

I read the first lesson, the one about Adam and Eve in the garden when they sew fig leaves together and make loincloths for themselves. I enjoyed reading it. “I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and I hid myself.”

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Well, it was quelle busy weekend as expected, but a good one. Here’s one of our favorite scenes from A Christmas Story (1983) –It makes me glad that I don’t have to go out and do more shopping! Well…not much more shopping…

Don’t bother me…I’m thinking!

*Hymn #61, Carl P. Daw, Jr.

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December 9, 2017

A little Christmas levity

by chuckofish

Life is getting very busy, but it’s important to keep laughing, so I’m going to share a few Christmas funnies I found online. Here’s one for the grammarians among us.

Question: What do you call Santa’s elves?

Answer: Subordinate Clauses!

I really like that one.

Here are a couple of choice pun pics.

You have to admit that’s pretty clever. I like the next one, too.

Some kids get really desperate over presents…

but it’s up to us to remind them of what’s really important:

Have a joyous weekend!

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