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it's the Writing

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  A news report termed St Stephen's Thursday evening potluck supper a "boomers" gathering, where the shooter murdered three people. It was their "boomers supper" for people in that generation to be with each other. We have events like that, social gatherings for people with various things in common; gathering for fellowship, community, to be with friends, to get to know each other a bit. It may be Bible study, a class such as EfM. Sunday school. EfM graduates gathering later, as a group of us did monthly for some years - - it was my social highlight of every month, and I was sad when covid brought it to an end, although IDK maybe it was Time. Wednesday evening Holy Communion and Supper is popular at our church during the school year, and it's mostly when we see the young people, who come because their age group will be there. Supper Club gatherings in homes. Youth Group, when we were teens, we had our youth group meeting every Sunday evening at St Andrew...

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How long, O Lord?  Two people dead and at least one wounded in a shooting at St. Stephen's Episcopal Church, Vestavia Hills, Birmingham, Alabama. Why? Anger? Derangement? Hatred? Personal? Targeted? Random?  Nothing makes sense anymore except the clarity that about half the American population are enablers, complicit, culpable, obsessed with rights and, morally irresponsible, oblivious that with rights come responsibilities. Where to run? No right is absolute. Rights can be abused and lost.  +++++++++ Click +++++++++ Yesterday's interest in the Progressive Christian movement intrigues me. What is it anyway? My +Time blog is no forum, but I've shown here, along with the creedal substitute used by an Episcopal parish that self-identifies as part of Progressive Christianity, this proclamation: Which interestingly relates to the post shared yesterday from "Episcopalians on Facebook" and its posting of a statement by the Rev Jim Palmer. Quoting, " Here is Palmer’s...

is when

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  "I regret this decision, as I regret all the times in my life that I turned away from living." Lauren Groff, "Annunciation" - The New Yorker, Feb 14 & 21, 2022, the narrating character in Groff's short story remembering an invitation she declined ages ago when, as a recent college graduate newly out on her own, she lived with the inhibitions of cultural certainties about what was wrong, sinful, disgusting, not done. If you haven't been there, you've obviously not taken Frost, "The Road Not Taken" seriously to heart. Among the creatures of God, agonizing about what might have been is unique to humans. Robert Jenson, my seminary theology professor, said What makes me human (and not a lower animal) is that I can contemplate myself, that I can have myself as my object. Tuesday evening, the storm clouds that ravished Tallahassee and then a bit later moved over StAndrews Bay.   A furo-sixty day. CHF is when you win today's battle but lose t...

Wednesday POD

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Movies, films, besides Poirot episodes - - not the plot but the layout is always about the same, I guess that's the way Agatha Christie wrote them, so one or two Poirot films from Time to Time is sufficient (I like that frequently the detestable character is the one murdered, but Who Done It is always a surprise) - - my favorite is WW2 films, or WW1 films may be second. Last night watching "The Longest Day" but Linda called "goodnight" from the bedroom about half way through, so I closed my laptop and went to bed, may resume or start over, maybe later today.  Or maybe not, there's a POD for this morning: we are going out grocery shopping for a few items. Kristen and Malinda are coming for noon dinner tomorrow, and Linda is making a chicken Alfredo dish from scratch. I like very thin pasta such as angel hair spaghetti that easily and fun twirls onto a fork, and in my little stock of pasta in the pantry I have a bronze cut linguine from Italy that we will use....

moon

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  Tuesday, five a.m., 81° partly cloudy, 84%, wind WSW 5 mph, air quality index is 120, unhealthy for sensitive groups. The full moon shot is from here in the living room. Sunrise will be at 5:40, soon, but at this moment in Time it's quite dark, and the moon still rules the night.  Early coffee, first cup with a splash of milk for a change. Breakfast not for some hours yet, will be half of a 100 calorie packet of oatmeal made with, about 50/50, water and oat milk, why not. Cooked in the microwave and stirred so the quantity is sufficient. Not every rhetorical question deserves a question mark. What's with the unhealthy air quality? Ages since I've read, heard or seen the word smog, and I've never felt it here, but I do remember seeing, feeling, breathing the smog in the air, and it bothering my eyes, when we lived in California 1969-1971. And my one Time driving around Denver, it would have been 1980, the highway was on a ridge above the city to my left, which I cou...

Monday: yellow wood

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  The full moon is at its zenith at midnight local Time, just so last night. I stayed up and watched for a while outside on 7H porch. Taking shots of the Bay in the dark, I try to snap just as one or more of the navigation lights flashes. This is a minute or so later,  the bright red light is on the burned out hulk of a shrimp boat just beyond our window here. This daylight photo makes it look quite distant from our building, but it's actually right here. I think Bert took that shot. Breakfast: from Victoria's Last Bite in Lynn Haven, chicken salad on extra thin whole wheat bread. We like theirs better than Cahall's, which is ground much finer, but Cahall's seems better for little English-style tea sandwiches. So, Monday morning. In this vocation, always my day off. The unwinding started on the way home from church, through Monday until Tuesday morning. Which nearly always reminds me. The spring of 1984 I had a "call" to St Luke's Episcopal Church in Mount...

Trinity Sunday: images

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  Now sanctify this water, we pray you, by the power of your 
Holy Spirit, that all who here are cleansed from sin and 
born again may continue for ever in the risen life of Jesus
 Christ our Savior. To him, to you, and to the Holy Spirit, be all honor and glory, now and for ever. Amen. ++++++++++ Do you believe in God the Father? Do you believe in Jesus Christ, God the Son? Do you believe in God the Holy Spirit? Trinity Sunday and many a fool preacher will clarify the Trinity, the very notion of which is heresy. Because the Trinity is not to be comprehended. The Athanasian Creed, a faith document in the back of the prayerbook (p.864), theologizes the Trinity as  the Father incomprehensible, the Son incomprehensible, and the Holy Spirit incomprehensible. And yet (the creed goes on to say) there are not three incomprehensibles, but one incomprehensible. So, do not fall for explanations and clarifications. The good news is that by doctrine you cannot comprehend the Trini...