Monday 2 June 2025

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood; remember how he used to come on camera, shed his jacket and put on a sweater?! Seems to me the program started as black and white, then when it shifted to color he varied the color of his sweater from day to day. Mr Rogers was a twentieth century saint. There were several, and he was one. Who were others?

Bill Cosby until his world collapsed for us. We never knew Bill, did we. Image or substance or both - - saints can be constructed like a new building, and an inside or outside force can bring it down instantly. Truly, the saints of God are folks nobody else ever heard of, whom you come across around the neighborhood. I forget his name, but in our Time in Apalachicola, there was a, by then old, man who rode his bicycle all over town, replenishing bowls with food for stray cats. 

St Andrews Bay is calm, small craft its only traffic at this Monday midmorning moment. Outside on 7H porch with my breakfast, a mug of tap water and a small bowl of coleslaw laced with Russian dressing. Each forkful is quite tasty until the saliva washes away the sweet sauce and I'm left with a mouthful of raw cabbage to masticate into swallowable pulp, nomesane?

You don't know me. Only I know myself, and now and then even I myself am confronted with a surprise.

Besides hurricane devastated docks, what else do I see from 7H porch? Just down the coastline, an American flag is fluttering on the pool deck of Landmark Condominiums. Further, a tall thing, whatever's left of the old paper mill. Distant to my right and a bit south, a curved line of lights that I take to be Tyndall Bridge, Dupont Bridge.

Sometimes I get bored with typing this nonsense and just save it and close it down, maybe I'll do better (or worse) this morning. 

Where what's better or worse is like sainthood, it's reliant on perspective, isn't it. Like blogposts and sermons, there are saints of perspective (Winston Churchill? a saint or a hero depends on your perspective, he could be pretty raw), saints of illusion 

and demons presenting as saints. Maybe the possessed slavegirl in our Acts story yesterday: she was most annoying so Paul cast out her serpent, was that a good thing to do for her? Maybe not, now she's worthless to her owners, eh? Who was the saint in the story? Depends on your perspective.

You don't know me.

T89&c

image: deep space, those are not stars, they are galaxies, each with billions or trillions of stars like our Sun. there's a theory that our universe is not real at all, but an illusion, a mock-up, a simulation constructed by advanced beings - - or Being, I suppose, which would be consistent with the theology that we and all that exists only exists and continues to exist as long as God continues to speak the creating Word. IDK. Neither do you.