In Time I Will Fear Not the Day

“You find me where I can’t be seen…

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(my Granny)

 

before you I’m fallin’,

if it weren’t for your wings I’d be gone…

to grow my own wings I have tried….

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in time I will not fear the day…take me to where I can go.” ~ Kate Rusby, Falling

Patty Griffin: When it Don’t Come Easy

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Patty Griffin:

” I don’t know nothin’ except change will come…..time keeps moving….

I don’t know if I’ll ever get home….sometimes you don’t know if you’re walking in the wrong direction.

If you break down, I’ll drive out and find you, if you forget my love, I’m going to try and remind you….

when it Don’t Come Easy.

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I Didn’t Even Know He Was Jewish

linda shoot“Habit is necessary;

it is the habit of having habits,

of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against

if one is to remain

alive.
Edith Wharton

 

 

Apparently yesterday an American candidate for presidency may have made a statement about being so powerful and skilled as a states person that, if he had a gun at this rally and shot it into the crowd he would still win the race.

Last Thursday the nineteen year old, 1st year college student, son of a distant friend of mine fatally shot himself in the head.

In addition, true or not, I just read in a Mother Jones blurb that this same candidate supported an anti Semitic photo by way of re-tweeting (electronically sharing to those that his is connected to in the Social Media site named Twitter) it to his many followers.

Allegedly,

 

it was a photo of Bernie Sanders that had been photo shopped to make it look as if Sanders was on the way to a gas chamber.

Now,

 

I have been told at times that I am a very funny person. And at an American Sign Language Interpreter professional development workshop yesterday I mentioned the true fact that the only rebellious thing I did in High School was to lie to a Ringling, Barnum and Baily clown that I was 18, although I was 17.

I tried to join the circus.

 

And,

for today,

what bothers me the most about that sinful, sinful comment about firing a gun into a political crowd is what?

 

Some of my fellow Americans laughed.

Humiliating.

 

This is not who Abraham Lincoln told us to be or believed that we are as a community. We can do better. I love that quote that my friend shared with me a bit ago and I’m going to use it as a flag to get me through this busy semester. Question your habits American readers of this blog. If your habits are helping you to stand firm in your conviction that we all – all genders, all races, all creeds, all sizes, all states, all children, all adults

and all those who are able or not able to hear what is being said these days …if those habits help you believe that we all deserve a chance to live another day – I personally would like to give you a thumbs up. You are in my prayers.

But if you think that

if your beliefs are

If you think that euthanizing of an entire people in a gas chamber is funny – I consider you a rusty, ratty, rotten, railroading, wrong thinker. Get your act together please.

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Advent: Comfort

paul Feb 2012 10_837678809_8834739_2072075477_nAbraham Lincoln gives great comfort:

 

“In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all;

and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares.

The older have learned to ever expect it.

I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress.

Perfect relief is not possible, except with time.

You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so?

And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again.

To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now.

I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once.”
Abraham Lincoln

Advent: Open

IMG_0836On that day they will sing this song in the land of Judah:

“A strong city have we;
he sets up walls and ramparts to protect us.
Open up the gates
to let in a nation that is just,
one that keeps faith.
A nation of firm purpose you keep in peace;
in peace, for its trust in you.”

Isaiah 26:1

 

“…speak my name to

the open skies

share your secret with me

so I can see…” ~ Casey Breves, Speak My Name

Advent: Journey

11201173_10153625849323810_4653240059729839108_n“The Sun will rise and set regardless.

What we choose to do with the light while it’s here is up to us.

Journey wisely.”
Alexandra Elle

5:5 Arise, O Jerusalem, stand upon the height; look toward the east, and see your children gathered from west and east at the word of the Holy One, rejoicing that God has remembered them.

5:6 For they went out from you on foot, led away by their enemies; but God will bring them back to you, carried in glory, as on a royal throne.

Baruch 5:5-6

 

Advent: Wait

IMG_6097If this photo by my friend Linda had sound you wouldn’t hear much other than the trains going by on Kentucky rails. You could wait all day, and listen to the birds if your hearing works that well for you, but trains on the far shore and birds by your side are probably all you would hear.

 

I believe in silence.

Growing up in Wellesley, Massachusetts, my playground was the small stone church where my father was minister. I remember riding my big wheel tricycle silently down the blue-carpeted center aisle and that the perfect refuge for hide-and-go-seek was under the altar cloth. Because no one thought I would actually hide there. But it’s the cool silence of that stone church that I remember the most. It was heady and gave me life. It was there that I could escape the scrutiny and expectations of being a child of color and the son of a preacher….

In the silence of my father’s church, beneath the sun-illumed stained glass, I could hear my own voice—it told me I was smart and helped me dream a life worth living. Outside the church, the deafening discord of society told me I was a subordinated person, and someone to be feared…

Our cacophonous world not only drowned out my inner voice, it told other people how they should feel about me and those who look like me. I’m sorry they saw me as a monster…

When I was twenty-five, I found the strength to rediscover my inner voice. It happened at the bedside of my dying father.He encouraged me to see my weaknesses and illuminate my strengths. For the first time since I was a child, I was able to hear the voice of my spirit. It told me what I value and how I ought to live my own life.

He helped me to recognize the noise of the world so I could learn to stop listening to it…

I believe in a silence that allows me to stop paying attention to the world around me and start listening to my own heart.

Most days I find it as I walk with my daughters in the woods behind our home. It’s the church of my adult life.

I tell them I believe there is a voice inside all of us that needs to be heard.

~ I’ve only given you parts of this essay named A Grace of Silence by Andrew Flewelling and can be heard in the authors voice or read in full at this link on the website This I Believe.

Advent: Prepare

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Trying to prepare these little nativity peg people was my favorite part of Advent last year.

Luke 3: 6

as it is written in the book of the words of the prophet Isaiah:
A voice of one crying out in the desert:
“Prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight his paths.
Every valley shall be filled
and every mountain and hill shall be made low.
The winding roads shall be made straight,
and the rough ways made smooth,
and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.”

 

Amen.

The above highlighted word prepare has a link to music by George Skaroulis.