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Wednesday, July 31, 2013
What young adults say about faith?
Can't go home again....
I have admitted my vagabond ways previously. I am comfortable most places, but where is home? Is home the tired cliche, "where the heart is?" Is home one of the evolving cliches "home is where you hang your hat," "home is where you lay your head," or "home is where your family or friends are." Maybe you just want to go all theological and say that heaven is my home. Maybe you want to go all financial, home is what the mortgage covers.
Home. Not sure. But home for me seems to be wherever I am at the moment, and whoever I am with makes up the inhabitants. It will be where I lay my head, for now. Most of the time it is comfortable, much of the time it is where my heart is, and occasionally, if I have a hat with me, I will hang it there.
So over the past week I have been at home in Galveston, one of my mortgage homes. I have been in Colorado Springs, a new home for me. And I have been in Allenspark Co, in a rustic camp setting home. And later this week I will back track those travels and return to home in North Louisiana. And not to long after that I will set out again on another small adventure.
Now my immediate family and pup are in North Louisiana, so don't hear me say that I don't cherish them, i love them dearly, and being from them makes me sad and returning makes me glad. But that may not be home
Maybe home is where God sets us down? And we can never really know how long that is for. I am prayerful that my openness to home is something that God is up to, and that I can create home wherever God plants me.
This will be a thin place.,
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Friends don't let friends...
So saw a t-shirt in an airport vendor where you could buy coffee and donuts, let's call it Dunkin Donuts. And I was there for the coffee, which is another conversation entirely. This t-shirt said "friends don't let friends drink Starbucks." I will admit that my first thought was, I didn't know this airport had Starbucks (it doesn't), but my next thought was how good it was to have friends.
Many, many years ago in somewhat of a wine induced stupor, my good friends confessed to me that they were not going to introduce me to any of their single male friends in the hope of "fixing me up." But that they wanted all of their friends to know one another. I appreciated there candor, and together we plotted out a strategy, which we keep to this day. The person with the most friends wins! And we have begun ever since that time collecting and sharing friends. And what an enriching experience that it has been.
First, it has been a protective strategy. Each of us have been able to alert the other about people that may not actually have friendship in mind. I gathered in two work associates that were married to one another, and we really enjoyed the rich conversations and sporting events that we attended. I introduced my new friends to my old friends, and later that evening receivied the warning "I think you need to be careful, they may not be who they appear to be." I brushed off the warning, chalking it up to jealousy. But oh how right they were. And when my long time friends met this single woman, and had her join our group, i instantly warned them that there might be something not quite right about her. and the more time she spent with us the more apparent it became, that was indeed the case.
secondly, and more happily, it has become a strategy of extending myself and my search into a wider world than I could have imagained. My closest friend invited me to her mediation circle, but warned me that they were all non-Christians or post-Christians and that I wasn't to feel out of place. I promised to be comfortable. I took my rosary, and planned on praying while they were sitting mediation. Well, I pulled out my rosary and three of the women present pulled out theirs! And after mediation we had a great conversation about the role of women in church and the ordination of women specificallly.
Finally, it has opened my horizons of places to go and see. Turns out the more friends that you gather the more places they have been and can recommend, or veto. And while your horizons get larger the world gets smaller. So no surprise when sitting down at a dinner party, one of the couples introduced is from the small town where my neice goes to college. And they are close friends with one of her favorite teachers. And while in Colorado I meet a young woman on faculty at a seminary where a good friend of mine from Iona just graduated.
So while friends may limit the things you can or shouldn't do, like driving drunk or drinking another brand of coffee. Friends make our life richer in so many ways.
The person with the most friends wins.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Living by the calendar
We made it to all the places that I wanted to visit, and most times we made it dry, surprised by a sudden downpour a time or two. We ate when we were hungry, and not nearly as often as the clock might have demanded. The days were just packed, but essentially had no idea what day it was.
It was a very thin sort of place to be. Time wasn't in control, and coming out of a hectic teaching schedule with all sorts of demands, that was a huge change. And while our movements were purposeful, certainly wouldn't have put us in the wandering category, it was a delight. It was Sabbath.
There is no one I can blame for my schedule, that all falls to me. And while I look forward to my own days of retirement and calendar living, I need to remember that God said Sabbath was important.
That is a thin place that should be here all along.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Traveling on a certain airline
Ultimately, it comes down to providing a service. Seriously we pay for them to take us, safely, to the places we want to go, or at least as close as they can get us. Some of them seem to have forgotten that point. But they are service providers, and we are receiving their service. Now I will be the first to admit that people paying for and receiving a service can, on occasion, be as nasty as they can be, and there is no excuse for that. Stranded in a city because of a weather flight delay, I had received a fistful of neat coupons from the airline, basically everything they could have thought to provide me with I had received. The woman next to me was not as fortunate, and was given the bare bones. When she quered my hand full of delight, she asked "why didn't I get all that?" And I told her, "maybe if you had been more pleasant, " She had actually blamed the young person at the desk for the weather. So okay I get that, but at a company level, my choosing you makes your profits possible.
Now some get it. And I will name names,,, Korean Air. Now I have only been on four Korean Air flights, but have logged about 50 hours with them. Yep, that long flight from Dallas to Soeul, that.s a humdinger. Some of there sevice is clearly a part of there culture, but they understood being in the air together and how to make you as comfortable as possible. But my personal favorite -- Southwest. Yes, crazy Southwest. Now I do admit the bus like atmosphere of their waiting areas and their crazy lets line up and get on board. But under all that craziness, is an absolute desire to serve others. It is in their corporate DNA. Employees that do well in their structure are the ones that provide "service with a smile."
How could this possibly be a thin place? I am coming to an understanding that we are all bascially providing a service, whether it is air travel or teaching, if we contact and connect with others in our daily journey then we are somehow being service providers,. How am I going to be a person that doesn't hinder the walk of others, but becomes part of their conduit to heaven on earth?
How can I be a thin place?
Friday, July 26, 2013
Traveling music
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Old Boys
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Procrastination
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
A perfect morning walk
Monday, July 22, 2013
Justice and Peace join hands
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Rainy Days and Mondays
Monday, July 15, 2013
Clock that is never right
And time passed. Eventually my father and brother ended up at my house for the same ritual. Air con'd environment, lunch, soap opera and nap. But with a new twist. Because I may or may not have been there during lunch, a small alarm clock was set to go off, reminding them or more to the point awakening them to return to work. And with the passage of time, and the life of my father, my brother and I continue the practice most days. My brother will come to my house for lunch, we will eat, and watch a show, the soap opera's demise has limited our viewing, and commonly we will fall into a nap. Occasionally, I am not there, but my brother still comes to my house to visit with my dog.
But the clock has fallen into disuse. It is actually a great clock. Small. Loud. and difficult to change the time. The alarm time is easily changed, but the time, that is another story. So here it is in the middle of summer and the time is incorrect. And it is not even right twice a day! It is on Central Standard time. Not Daylight savings time. I would love to tell you that it is a protest of my distaste of DST, but it is actually because it is so difficult to change the time. The upside is you can't accidentally change the time, but the downside is that this clock won't be right until November.
So for the next couple of months, there is no time when this clock will be correct. I haven't moved it from its prominent place on the mantle. We don't use it to judge when it is time to leave or return to work. And because it is more functional than artistic, it isn't even ascetic to keep it on the mantle. It is a clock with no purpose. Until later. And I am willing to wait it out.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Vacation Bible School
I admit it. Freely.
My mother was a stay at home mom, who for much of my childhood, couldn't drive. So she was essentially trapped at home with us during the summer months. Her solution? Church, lots and lots of church. Specifically, Vacation Bible School. A neighbor, who could drive, but also had a child at home, would take us to whatever VBS my mother directed us to. It was not unusual for me to attend 5 - 6 VBS at a variety of Christian denominations over the course of the summer. One summer I actually attended 8 weeks of VBS. Church of Christ, Assembly of God, Methodist, Baptist. Did them all. And this was before the days of canned or boxed VBS sold by publishing houses. Most churches made their own.
There is not much I remember about all those learning experiences. Just glimpses. All the koolaid was watered down and tasteless. All the cookies were those lemon ring cookies that you could slide on your fingers and nimble them down. The crafts were the best at my home church, we had an artist in residence who led us in making REAL crafts. The Bible stories were better at the Assembly of God and Baptist churches, than the Methodists. Seriously, I stumped the VBS leader at the Methodist Church on Bible knowledge. I was 11. I can still recite the pledge to the Christian Flag and the Bible.
VBS has changed. If a child was to attend 8 VBS's this summer, chances are they would attend the same one a couple of times at least. The music is designed to be electric, loud and rejoicing. The crafts are typically paper, and after a few months on the fridge door will be tossed aside. And chances are the Bible story will be taught by a puppet or DVD. And even with all those changes I still LOVE VBS. Churches that attempt to maintain this righteous, serious facade, simply can't do that during VBS when they are filled with screaming and jumping children. The church is never more alive than when filled with excited, active children. I am convinced it is what God intends a place of worship to be.
While noisy, and sticky, it is a thin place.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Ending a semester
The school calendar. More specifically the semester system. But if you haven't been to College or University lately, the times they are a changin'. Yes, there is a Fall, Spring and Summer semester, but within those three semesters lie other measures of time. Currently it is the summer semester. At my institution we have three varieties of summer school, long and two short. Or in the vernacular Sessions A, B and C. Session A is eight weeks long, encompassing the months of June and July. Sessions B and C are four weeks long, one occupying June and the other July. In the fall and spring it is so much more complicated -- we have sessions through A-J. And they run from 16 weeks, 10 weeks, 8 weeks and 4 weeks. In the Fall I am scheduled to teach several A's, a couple of B's, a D and a G. Seriously, can't tell you what I am doing without a chart.
Which means at any point in time during a 16 week period you may be starting or ending a class. Now starting is not all that difficult, you show up and teach. Actually the difficult part is remembering to show up -- hence the chart. The difficult part -- ending the semester. Ending a semester is never easy. The easy part is saying farewell to students that you have grown attached to. Trust me, it may have only been four weeks, but cover an entire college textbook in four weeks and you are attached to those people. The complicated part is completing all the paperwork. Documentation can't be put off. So you may finish a class in early September, mid October or December, but you still have to post grades, complete learning outcomes and complete attendance reports. Regardless of when you finish. Ending a semester is never fun. For my clergy friends, imagine completing your audit 8 - 9 times a year.
And here's the delight. I have one down, two to go before summer's done. Then I think I finish semesters in September, October, and December. I think.
need to get to work on that chart.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Meet MacKinnon
And as my niece so nicely put it, "Welcome to the dark side," MacKinnon joined the family last week. Yes, MacKinnon is one of those bright and shiny new Apples.
Now I am not one for material possessions. I am actually the antithesis of a possessor of material goods. And to be truthful, I still look at MacKinnon and think, I could have bought a new sofa for the price of this computer. But, allow me to rationalize.
I write. I write a lot. And the fact that my old PC had actually WORN out (techno-geek said he wasn't sure he had ever seen a PC with that many user hours on it), led me to believe that the most cost efficient purchase was to go with a Mac. Now with that comes an entire learning curve. Not only do I now have to learn a new operating system, which was going to occur regardless of the type of computer I purchased. I have to learn all these new features. Like Command-somehting is what control-something used to be. There is a function and control key, however, I haven't quite gotten to their purpose yet. I am learning that just because something can't be seen doesn't mean that its not open and working. I am learning that a careless swipe of your fingers takes you to desktop displays that you were not aware existed. So with all this learning, it has taken a bit to get up to steam, but with all new things there is a time of 'getting to know you."
This is not a thin place, but it can help me reveal them.