Wednesday
First things this morning. Smoke laying over the Bay and reeking the atmosphere up here at 7H. A controlled burn, IDK, maybe; no the TV said a forest fire. My memory of a forest fire is when, seems to me it was a Sunday afternoon in the mid-1980s, Tass was in Apalachicola with our Trinity youth group, Linda and I were heading back home from Panama City and got stopped because the road was closed, the fire crossing the road at various points and we couldn’t get to Apalachicola, and I went off almost insane frantic about her as usual. My life held nothing else as frantic as loving a daughter.
In the NYT, discussion of the Japanese torii gate.
We loved those our years living in Japan, mid-1960s. A red gate at every temple entrance, but I remember best a torii over a lake we visited during one vacation down to southern Japan. Beauty doubled by its reflection in the water. Good days and other.
We are in Holy Week, to me not so much a time to reflect on Calvary as a time to be cognizant of inhumanity’s unforgivable (yes, some sins, crimes, are unforgivable notwithstanding Luke 23:34) unspeakably evil persecution of Jews over the centuries, millennia. Our own history inexplicably forgotten but that we are blind fools the lot of us, it’s all resuming even with the 20th century in memory. This article is a couple years old, but pertinent for Holy Week as a meditation on what we are as children of God, or simply as the precise opposite of the godly image in which we were created to be and have never been.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/04/is-it-time-for-the-jews-to-leave-europe/386279/?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=politics-daily-newsletter&utm_content=20180327&silverid=MzEwMTkxNDYwMDE1S0
Tonight stations. Thursday night observance and stripping. Friday the reason for Easter.
Stopping to do my parallel blogpost now, The Good Book Club with Luke reading and my comments.
DThos+
In the NYT, discussion of the Japanese torii gate.
We loved those our years living in Japan, mid-1960s. A red gate at every temple entrance, but I remember best a torii over a lake we visited during one vacation down to southern Japan. Beauty doubled by its reflection in the water. Good days and other.
We are in Holy Week, to me not so much a time to reflect on Calvary as a time to be cognizant of inhumanity’s unforgivable (yes, some sins, crimes, are unforgivable notwithstanding Luke 23:34) unspeakably evil persecution of Jews over the centuries, millennia. Our own history inexplicably forgotten but that we are blind fools the lot of us, it’s all resuming even with the 20th century in memory. This article is a couple years old, but pertinent for Holy Week as a meditation on what we are as children of God, or simply as the precise opposite of the godly image in which we were created to be and have never been.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/04/is-it-time-for-the-jews-to-leave-europe/386279/?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=politics-daily-newsletter&utm_content=20180327&silverid=MzEwMTkxNDYwMDE1S0
Tonight stations. Thursday night observance and stripping. Friday the reason for Easter.
Stopping to do my parallel blogpost now, The Good Book Club with Luke reading and my comments.
DThos+