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God direct my thinking today

by chuckofish

Yesterday on the Episcopal Church calendar was the lesser feast day of Sam Shoemaker, (1893-1963), who was an Episcopal priest instrumental in the Oxford Group and founding principles of Alcoholics Anonymous.

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Lest we forget, Dr. Samuel Moor Shoemaker was the rector of the Calvary Church in New York City, which was the U.S. headquarters of the Oxford Group. Bill Wilson attended Oxford Group meetings at the Calvary Church and Sam was instrumental in assisting Bill Wilson with the writing of the book Alcoholics Anonymous (nickname: The Big Book).

In 1917 Sam Shoemaker was sent to China to start a branch of the YMCA and to teach at the Princeton-in-China Program. Feeling discouraged there in 1918, he first met Frank Buchman, who told him of the four absolutes, honesty, purity and unselfishness and love. Shoemaker would later speak of the meeting as a major influence for the start of his ministry, that being the time when he decided to let go of self and let God guide his life.

Bill Wilson would later give credit to Sam Shoemaker whom he referred to as a co-founder of AA.

” It was from Sam Shoemaker, that we absorbed most of the Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, steps that express the heart of AA’s way of life. Dr. Silkworth gave us the needed knowledge of our illness, but Sam Shoemaker had given us the concrete knowledge of what we could do about it, he passed on the spiritual keys by which we were liberated. The early AA got its ideas of self-examination, acknowledgement of character defects, restitution for harm done, and working with others straight from the Oxford Group and directly from Sam Shoemaker, their former leader in America, and from nowhere else.”

Rev. Shoemaker wrote over thirty books, at least half of which were circulating before AA’s 12 Steps were first published in the Big Book in 1939. Shoemaker’s contributions and service to Alcoholics Anonymous and as a minister of the Anglican Communion and Episcopal Church of America have had a worldwide effect. The philosophy that Shoemaker codified, in conjunction with Bill Wilson, is used in almost every country around the world to treat alcoholism.

God bless these amazing guys who started AA! Truly their coming together and working out the AA system was a miracle.

There is, by the way, a good made-for-tv movie called My Name is Bill W. (1989 Hallmark Hall of Fame) starring James Woods and James Garner. It is based on the true story of William Griffith Wilson and Dr. Robert Holbrook Smith, M.D.,  the co-founders of AA.

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James Woods won an Emmy for his portrayal of Wilson. I don’t remember if Sam Shoemaker is featured as a character–they no doubt soft-pedaled the spiritual side of the story. I think I will see if I can find it to watch. I remember thinking it was excellent at the time.

Holy God, we give thanks to thee for the vision of Samuel Shoemaker, who labored for the renewal of all people: Grant, we pray, that we may follow his example to help others find salvation through the knowledge and love of Jesus Christ our Savior; who with thee and the Holy Spirit liveth and reigneth, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

A lot of material for this post is lifted from http://www.satucket.com/lectionary/sam_shoemaker.htm

Weekend update

by chuckofish

Another busy weekend has come and gone.

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It was a nice weekend, which combined the right balance of housework, reading, talking to family members and socializing with friends. We visited the tiny babies who have actually doubled in size (but are still tiny)

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and the boy and daughter #3 came over for tacos on Sunday night.

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I started reading The Transit of Venus by Shirley Hazzard who died last December. Reading her obituary at the time, I realized I was completely unacquainted with her. Then, when I was perusing my bookshelves recently looking, as always, for something to read, I found The Transit of Venus. So I started reading.

At first I was put off by her somewhat pretentious style:

As he went up he was ashamed by a sense of adventure that delineated the reduced scale of his adventures. After the impetuous beginning, he would puzzle them by turning out staid and cautious. In a gilt mirror near the door he surprised himself, still young.

And her overuse of clever simile:

Where they got down, wrought-iron gates were folded back like written pages.

But as I persevered, I became more and more impressed. I saw that she is the real deal and pretty terrific. The Transit of Venus, which won the 1980 National Book Critics Circle Award for fiction, is “stuffed with description so intellectually active as to be sometimes exhausting,” Thomas Mallon wrote in The Atlantic (NYT obit). This is true, but her observations are brilliant. I will keep going.

I also read the Paris Review interview with Hazzard in 2005 and I was further impressed. She made the interviewer look like a moron.

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The jar of Marmite that Rex Ivory held on to through his imprisonment in a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp seems like a symbol of the primitive human need to hold onto something, to make some sort of meaning. Has art been like that for you?

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There was an actual jar of Marmite, recounted to me long, long ago by a British survivor of Changi Camp near Singapore and of the camp called Outram Road. Don’t forget that it has a real and immediate significance. Men died of malnutrition in those camps, and of diseases from lack of any coherent diet. Marmite would have been a treasure, and a lifesaver. Keeping it unopened was not only symbolic; it was a possible element for a day or two’s survival in the case of escape. In the Japanese camps, British and Australian prisoners hid tiny rice cakes saved from their starvation rations for just such motives. Immediate factual truth comes before symbolic cogitations. But yes, I suppose art is a Marmite, and the conserved shred of civilized life must seem intensely so to isolated and persecuted people. I remember a heart-shaking description by Solzhenitsyn in The Gulag Archipelago about prisoners exchanging whispered remembrances of poetry, or a phrase from a Mozart opera, precious passwords of sanity and civilized life, and of the ineffable power of art; Marmite.

Here’s the whole Paris Review interview.

Have a good Monday and a good week!

He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you

but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?

–Micah 6:8, from the OT lesson on Sunday.

The Lord bless you and keep you

by chuckofish

…the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.

And a happy 2017 to you!

Well, it was a busy week here in flyover country–here are a couple of postcards from my week off with daughters # 1 and 2. We went to Ikea with the boy…

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…and sat in front of a roaring fire…

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admiring our trees…

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…took long walks around the neighborhood…

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…and had a (semi) rockin’ New Year’s Eve party…

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I even went to church on New Year’s Day, following our party, because I had traded with another lay reader in a moment of spontaneous generosity. Then when I got there it turned out she had been wrong in the first place and there were three other people all set to read. Well, I stayed, readers, and was okay with it. Starting off the new year at church isn’t a bad idea…

…especially when it is followed by a movie binge-watching New Year’s Day afternoon/evening! We watched Singin’ In the Rain (1952) in memory of Debbie Reynolds,

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along with Best In Show (2000), 21 Jump Street, (2012) and Pillow Talk (1959).

Tomorrow it’s back to the salt mines.

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Now I just have to take down the trees. Sigh. Have a good last day off!

You’ll be doin’ all right, with your Christmas of white, But I’ll have a blue, blue Christmas

by chuckofish

Today is Blue Christmas, also called the Longest Night in the Western Christian tradition, a day in the Advent season marking the longest night of the year. On this day, some churches hold a church service that honors people who have lost loved ones in that year.

I was unaware of this “tradition,” but it is easy to understand how easy it is for people to get especially sad at this time of year. Those long, dark nights are so depressing and we miss our loved ones. Sigh.

Listening to Elvis sing “Blue Christmas” would make us all feel better, but WordPress would not let me upload video, so you will just have to imagine him singing in your head.

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Another way to cheer up is to stare at your tree and look at all the pretty ornaments that you have collected over the years. Sometimes this leads to thinking about how ancient you have become (along with your “vintage” ornaments) but c’est la vie.

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It may also bring you joy to get busy wrapping all those presents you have gotten for friends and family, because, you know, it is better to give than to receive.

On the other hand, I have given some real flops (or “boners” as we call them) in my day and that is always a depressing reality of Christmas. Expectations are always in the stratosphere around 12/25 and they are bound to be grounded at some point.

Well, try to “think positive” and count your blessings. Daughter #2 is keeping me company and my spirits up at work. And who doesn’t love a poinsettia?

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Have a good Wednesday!

Yea, amen! let all adore thee*

by chuckofish

It was a busy week. Daughter #2 came home and between going to work, trips to the NICU at the hospital and an ice storm, we managed to trim the big tree

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and watch Miracle on 34th Street (1947) and Edward Scissorhands (1990). We even made several fires in the fireplace without the aid of our Eagle Scout who did come and help us wrangle the tree into the tree stand. Merci beaucoup.

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Daughter #2 graded 29 papers and the OM gassed up the cars.

We went to church yesterday, the fourth Sunday in Advent, and sang the rest of the advent hymns. The rector gave us all high fives for showing up. In fact, a lot of churches were closed because of the weather and very cold temperatures. This is a new thing. On Saturday night you see the names of church closings scrolling on the bottom of your television screen, just like school closings during the week. [Insert eye roll here.] Please.

Today we will go back to work for a few days and visit the hospital and get ready for daughter #1’s arrival on Friday. And we will “rejoice! rejoice!” because, you know, “Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel!”

Have a good week and stay calm.

*Hymn 57, Charles Wesley

“I am excessively diverted.”*

by chuckofish

Today on the Episcopal calendar of saints we commemorate two Episcopal architects and an Episcopal artist: Ralph Adams Cram, Richard Upjohn and John La Farge.

Upjohn (22 January 180216 August 1878) was an English-born architect who emigrated to the United States and became most famous for his Gothic Revival churches.

His family initially settled in New Bedford, Massachusetts and then moved on to Boston in 1833, where he worked in architectural design. He had relocated to New York by 1839 where he worked on alterations to Trinity Church. The alterations were later abandoned and he was commissioned to design a new church, completed in 1846.

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Trinity then and now…

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He published his extremely influential book, Upjohn’s rural architecture: Designs, working drawings and specifications for a wooden church, and other rural structures, in 1852.

Upjohn designed many buildings in a variety of styles–such as St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Baltimore which combines 12th-century Italian elements on the exterior and Romanesque elements on the interior–

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but he is most identified with Gothic Revival Episcopal churches.

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Episcopal Church of the Holy Comforter in Poughkeepsie, NY

However, he also designed the much more humble and very charming Gothic Revival St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in North Charlestown, New Hampshire where our ancestors the Rands were members. I’d love to know the backstory on this!

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A small country church with a cruciform plan sheathed in board and batten siding with zigzag bottom edges. Its nave runs in an east/west direction, bisected by transepts and ending in a polygonal apse at the east end. A shed addition abuts the north end of the apse. The placement of a square tower at the southeast corner dominates the otherwise symmetrical plan. The first-floor tower window is a small peaked rectangular window with entry through a pointed arch doorway on the south side. Second-story windows are rectangular. Apse windows have a low pointed shape with label molds. Above the two-story base, the tower is capped by a steeply pitched truncated hip roof sheathed in hexagonal and regular slate shingles, capped by a smaller square stage with a louvered. almond shaped opening on each side and surmounted by a pyramidal roof topped by a cross. Remaining roof surfaces are sheathed in alternating bands of green and purple slate. Each of the transept ends features a tripart trefoil arch window. Rafters support the projecting eaves with a collar tie adorned by four cutout quatrefoil designs. The nave is four bays wide with small peaked rectangular windows. A small steeply pitched gable vestibule extends from the rear of the south side. Located in the rear of the nave is a six-part circular stained glass window capped by a collar tie similar to those in the transepts.

The church was designed in 1863 by Richard Upjohn, a prominent New York ecclesiastical architect and is New Hampshire’s only wooden church by Upjohn. Ground broken July 4, 1863; completed December 10, 1863; consecrated December 11, 1863. The church was enlarged in 1869 by the architect’s son, Richard M. Upjohn, by moving the nave back 22 feet and building transepts, a tower and steeple. (National Register Nomination Information)

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So hats off and a toast to Ralph, John and especially Richard, saints of the Church, and a prayer too:

Gracious God, we thank you for the vision of Ralph Adams Cram, John LaFarge and Richard Upjohn, whose harmonious revival of the Gothic enriched our churches with a sacramental understanding of reality in the face of secular materialism; and we pray that we may honor your gifts of the beauty of holiness given through them, for the glory of Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, in glory everlasting. Amen.

*Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, “Yoo hoo”

by chuckofish

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How’s the Christmas shopping coming? Got those Christmas cards addressed?

Me neither.

But take heart. You know everything will come together and all will be well by Christmas.

Need a great gift idea? Here’s one from Mockingbird:

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or this:

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Who knew there was such a market for Episcopalian swag?

But let’s try to regain our perspective. Seriously, this woman was the real deal! She didn’t need a t-shirt to validate her way of life.

Hang in there.

(The t-shirts are available here.)

Faithful soldiers and servants

by chuckofish

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Blessed Lord, who wast tempted in all things like as we are, have mercy upon our frailty. Out of weakness give us strength; grant to us thy fear, that we may fear thee only; support us in time of temptation; embolden us in time of danger; help us to do thy work with good courage, and to continue thy faithful soldiers and servants unto our life’s end.

–Brooke Foss Westcott, British bishop, biblical scholar and theologian, serving as Bishop of Durham from 1890 until his death in 1901

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These woodcuts are by Frances Hammell Gearhart (b. 1869-1958), California artist known for her color woodcuts of the Sierras, the Pacific Coast, and the area around Big Bear Lake. Aren’t they wonderful?

“Zion hears the watchman singing”*

by chuckofish

How was your four-day weekend? Mine was nice and long and pretty relaxing.

After watching the Macy’s parade and our local parade from the comfort of our couch,

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(I spilled the entire Mimosa after taking this Instagram photo!)

we had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner over at the boy’s house, featuring daughter #3’s famous stuffed poitrine de dinde and my cheesy potatoes.

Kirkwood beat Webster Groves for the fourth successive year in the 115th Turkey Day game (the oldest football rivalry game west of the Mississippi River). Please note that this was six days after winning the Class 6 state football title. We did not go to either game, but we are basking in the sunshine of their victories.

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On Black Friday I stayed home and got out a lot of my Christmas decorations. It is always fun to see these guys again.

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Of course, despite my best efforts to be organized and having put everything away in the designated spot in the basement, I could not find the new outdoor lights that I bought last year. So the OM trudged off to Walgreens to see what they had

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and came home with something in fairly good taste. We got those up on Sunday without too much ado.

I also had coffee with friends and shopped locally like a good citizen on Small Business Saturday. It seemed like everybody was out and about, spending money freely, in our small flyover berg. What’s all this consumer confidence about?

Sunday was the first Sunday in Advent and the Gospel lesson was Matthew 24:36-44, which I like to think of as the “Left Behind” passage

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wherein Jesus warns that “Then two will be in the field; one will be taken and one will be left. Two women will be grinding meal together; one will be taken and one will be left. Unfortunately our associate rector did not touch on this specifically in her sermon. Big surprise.

Then the boy and daughter #3 came over to our house for dinner on Sunday night to celebrate his 30th birthday. The OM made spaghetti and we had cake.

I am channelling my mother here. Can you stand it?

I am channeling my mother here. Can you stand it?

Now we are back at the salt mine and December approaches.

*Hymn 61

“Not having any potatoes to give you, I am now going to stake you to some very valuable advice…”*

by chuckofish

I had a long week at work and a very busy Friday and Friday night, so I took it easy this weekend.

I read broadly from this collection of Damon Runyon stories,

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and enjoyed it very much if I do not say so myself. Old Runyon has a voice like no other, and the stories, which sometimes involve murder and revenge and heartbreak, are always diverting and stress-reducing in their politically-incorrect way.

I recommend it highly.

Otherwise, I puttered around the house, cleaning and straightening.

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And the Christmas cactus is blooming!

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All will be well.

May you be made strong with all the strength that comes from his glorious power, and may you be prepared to endure everything with patience, while joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has enabled you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the light. He has rescued us from the power of darkness and transferred us into the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

–Colossians 1:11

And by the way, next Sunday is Advent I! Can you believe it? Enjoy the short work week!

*The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown by Damon Runyon