No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne;
no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
“Today, we remember not just Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem in the past,
but also his entry in the future.”
“Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
Can you loosen Orion’s belt?
Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons
or lead out the Bear with its cubs?
Do you know the laws of the heavens?
Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?
Stepping out into a mild early April night…
Knowing that the world has gone mad,
I look up, wondering where you are.
Craziness awaits inside and out while I search the night sky.
I quickly search through the vast darkness.
Are you there…somewhere beyond those stars?
those three aligned stars that have always guided those who
have journeyed through the night.
Desperately and viscerally filled with pain, I long to see your face…just one more time.
to hear your voice…
to relish in your wisdom…
to rest in your embrace.
Can you look down, seeing me, looking up?
Oh for the comfort found in the cadence of your melodious voice…
Your soothing words as I wade my way through this mindfield that is now our world.
A strange new world that I do not care for.
I did not ask for this…but I know you did not ask for your own path.
We share a common bond…adoption.
Lost before we felt found.
Each struggling to make our own way.
You painfully watched my own struggle, knowing that I had to go on my own.
I still struggle and somehow there is comfort in that struggle because
I know you know.
Your had your own battles.
You fought through a world war.
Your heart broke watching your own children fall…
and you unselfishly added me to that fold.
You helped to guide a major southern city through her Civil Rights angst.
You met dignitaries along with the homeless, treating each one as the same.
And despite all the power players and demands, you remained my polestar…my guiding light.
Always pointing me toward which direction I should go.
And yet oddly now, I too have become a Polestar…
A signpost pointing others to their own direction.
Yet in all of this, I wonder… how am I to know which way is right?
How did you know?
You trusted in something, in someone, so much greater than yourself.
You always knew.
You listened and you fought your way through the brambles and vines
that vied to entangle you.
You knew I would and could do the same.
The world is now so odd.
Not like anything we’ve ever known.
And yet there remains the signpost…pointing the way.
I hear your confidence and clarity.
Just as I see it when glancing in the night sky..
It’s somewhere just past Orion’s belt…
“He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring,
comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies,
moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations,
and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown.
In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume,
lighted like a lamp in the center of the starry night,
expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation,
he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own mind;
he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him,
mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe.”
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“Life is an onion–
you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.”
To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary.
To one without faith, no explanation is possible.
Three years ago I wrote a post entitled ‘The Humble Onion’.
I’ve included the link below.
The post referenced a PBS show that I once loved watching, Foyles War.
It was a seasonal type of PBS show showcasing life in Hastings, England during
WWII—as seen through the life of the local Detective Chief Superintendent, Christopher Foyle.
A local police detective charged with keeping the peace in his small town during war.
Throw in the occasional murder by hire, grand theft, larceny, etc…
all compounded by the burden of war and it was a weekly captivating tale of intrigue
while living under a time of siege.
One of the episodes featured a story about a lottery over an onion.
The humble onion, as lowly as it is…is actually an integral component to cooking—
for it adds nuance, flavor, and depth to any dish to which it is added.
I was intrigued by the fact that they were having an office lottery over
a single onion…
They each longed to win the onion.
Yet what my 21st-century mind failed to wrap itself around was the fact that during the war,
onions were a difficult commodity to come by.
For those of you who don’t cook, you should know that onions are a prized culinary wonderment.
And this fact was greatly apparent during the days of rationing and sacrifice since
onions were not easily come by.
Just as this conundrum can quickly become a modern-day reality when I suddenly realize
I’m all out of onions during the height of a cooking extravaganza that requires an onion.
So flash forward to our present day.
We are all currently living life under siege.
Not the siege of war, but rather the siege of pestilence.
And now having been scavenged by a populace afraid of shortage,
many grocery store shelves are now bare.
Meaning we too are living with shortages and near rationing proportions.
It’s been a surreal adventure in our normally overloaded world of plenty.
For the past two weeks, I’ve made several mad runs to my local grocery of choice
in search of supplies to feed our family—a family who is now currently calling
our house, home central, while hunkering down.
Besides toilet paper, chicken, of all things, has been hard to come by…
as in, the shelves have been completely empty and bare.
Shelves that are normally filled with a plethora of organic, free-range, farm-raised,
all-natural parts and pieces of thighs, breasts, wings, drumsticks and even
entire roasting hens…now stand barren.
And wouldn’t you just know it— all I’ve wanted to cook is a chicken.
A humble yet succulent yard bird.
So yesterday morning…despite my husband’s foreboding and warnings of the dire
consequences should I risk my life while it was pouring down rain as infection
was waiting with my name on it, I made off to the grocery store…in search of chicken.
I thought the rain would hamper others who might come on a similar quest.
I was met by gals who had bleached and alcoholed shopping carts and were handing them off
to incoming soaking wet and leary shoppers.
Folks wearing masks and gloves, while I simply donned a ball cap and rain jacket.
I made my way past the produce section and bakery, making a beeline for the
Would it be there?? I fretted…
And what to my wondering eyes did appear—
it was my heart’s delight…chicken!!!
A large sign alerted shoppers that only two packs could be purchased per household.
I opted for a roasting hen and a pack of chicken tenders.
I was so excited.
I made my way through the store gathering what I could from my list.
Things that were in stock but limited to, once again, only two per household.
I couldn’t believe how happy a single roasting hen could make me feel.
Something I would normally take for granted.
Something that would normally be plentiful and considered average fare.
But to me, a roasting hen is a blank canvas that has become my symbol
of comfort and normalcy.
And so later in the evening, after we enjoyed our wonderful dinner,
my daughter-in-law shared something with me
that I’d like to share with you.
It was something she read that Jenna Bush Hagar, one of President’s Bush’s twin daughters
has posted. It is a piece entitled Good Bones written by Maggie Smith.
It’s poignant, harsh, tender, painful and yet, there remains in the end…hope
The hope of what could be…
May we, for the sake of our children, try for what could be…
“There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing
through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would
eventually fit together.
He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a
triumphal reunion with his family.
He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time
in something less than complete understanding.
What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.”
James C. Dobson
Captian’s Log, Day 3 of the mandated social distancing…aka stay at home!
There once was a time when each member of this country was asked to do their part.
The world was at war and we had joined in.
Many had enlisted in the various branches of service in order to go fight.
There were those who stayed home to tend to the importance of running a nation.
We had women, wives, mothers, young and old, all working in factories since
most of the men had left to fight.
We had ration books to use when going to the store.
We had to limit what we could buy and when we could buy it…
most fresh foods were going overseas to support the hungry troops.
People planted victory gardens–growing their own produce.
We were asked to donate metals, silver, gold, brass…
metal that could be melted into ammunition or the making of necessary equipment.
We were asked to buy war bonds.
People were encouraged to be supportive.
People had to use blackout curtains at night lest the enemy should see
their way to bomb us at home.
People were asked to monitor shortwave radios.
Gasoline was in short supply so travel was limited.
Sacrifice was a given.
We were each asked to help in our own small or big way.
It was a nation of folks ready to roll up their sleeves to lend a hand and do their part.
The goal was the same.
Victory in unity.
It was not easy.
It was lonely.
It was scary.
It was sad.
It was hard.
It was difficult.
But everyone knew it had to be done…the alternative of not doing would be disastrous.
And so as my family now does what it has been asked to do…
of staying at home as much as we can.
Working from home if at all possible.
Limiting our exposure to those outside of our home.
Washing our hands.
And not hoarding grocery items…
I am disheartened when I see, read and hear of those who throw caution to the wind.
I am troubled by the stories of those who say that they will keep doing as they wish.
My own community remains very much busy and on the go.
People such as the American ex-pat cookbook author who calls Paris home, David Lebovitz to
Megan McCain, to my own family and friends…there has been a great deal of concern that
the mandates of limiting our social contacts are simply falling on deaf ears…
as it is all going largely unheeded.
David Lebovitz, in his food blog, has offered some great “stuck in the house” recipes
we might like to try.
David lives in Paris and is the author of several cookbooks, French travel books as well as
a great food blog.
In David’s blog post yesterday he shared his frustration, given the French government’s
mandate, much like Itlay’s, to stay indoors and to limit all social gatherings—
his frustration came from seeing so many of the younger French congregating in the streets,
We are on day #1 of a fifteen-day confinement.
Bars, cafés and restaurants were closed Saturday at midnight
(which were packed in my neighborhood, as usual, with twenty- and thirty-somethings),
and people were told to keep a distance between them and avoid public places.
But the revelry continued on the streets around here through the wee hours of Sunday morning.
Later in the morning, people waited in line, shoulder-to-shoulder, shopping at the Bastille market,
and Sunday afternoon, people filled parks in Paris, or sat by the canal to have a beer with friends.
To be honest, it was disheartening, and a little frightening,
to watch the news and hear people being interviewed, talking about how they didn’t care,
that they were going to do whatever they wanted.
So here we are, with talk of the military coming in to make sure people stay indoors.
And so now the French government now considers marshal law…hmmm
Even Megan McCain, daughter of the late Senator Joh McCain and conservative commentator, has
joined the bandwagon by echoing a similar concern…
And then there is the following link of a story about a message gone viral from an Italian
who utters a dire warning to the US. A message that we must heed the warnings given to us
before things spiral into the disastrous mess Itlay has found herself in as the virus
cases multiple faster than one’s head can spin and the death rate becomes staggering.
So, while I’m beginning to feel as if we are the only Americans hunkering down…
I pray that my fellow Americans will take heed, doing their part by joining the fight…
the fight against an unseen but very real enemy.
Yes, I think more people have died from the typical flu but this sinister bug is effecting
us on a multitude of levels that I have never seen in my lifetime.
Why that is, I am not certain…but the effect is real and it alone is proving
just as deadly and catastrophic..
Our shops and stores are closing.
All of our sporting events are being canceled.
Graduations are being canceled.
Weddings are being canceled.
Our travel industry is a ghost industry.
Churches and Synagogues are closing their doors.
People are losing jobs.
The stock market is falling.
And people only thought Russia would be our undoing.
It might just be that we will be our own undoing if we don’t join together to put an end
to the madness.
And the faster we work together, the faster this all can be put behind us!
So please, do your part!
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil.
For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when
he falls and has not another to lift him up! 11 Again, if two lie together,
they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone?
And though a man might prevail against one who is alone,
two will withstand him—-a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty
As the fluid situation of all of our lives continues to swirl, the post I had hoped to
write today…a post about looking back at how we Americans have overcome past crises
is now on hold.
We’ve been called into a bit of action—for we are off to fetch the Mayor today
with the Sherrif following in a few more days.
With the schools now shuttering in Georgia, our daughter-in-law the teacher
will find herself at home. She will be home with two little ones, along with
a husband (our son) who is already working from home.
And as a teacher, she will be responsible for conducting virtual learning classes
so in turn, they will need help with the kids….so…
the kids will be coming to us.
For how long is yet to be determined.
Therefore, any blogging will be sporadic.
The Mayor tends to demand a great deal of her staff’s time and energies.
And as a governing official, she has her hands full…as we all do.
But before I leave you, I wanted to offer you some lovely words of hope.
The following message…a message of hope in the face of global adversity,
is from our dear friend The Wee Flea, David Robertson.
Living now in Australia but with family still in Scotland as well as England,
David understands first hand the fretfulness we are all feeling during these
times of uncertainty as well as times of fear…
How do we as Christians respond?
My wish is that you will find comfort in the following words…
the link to the full post is found at the end…
Be blessed, stay well and be safe…
One of my greatest concerns is that the Church far more often reflects the society
than it does lead or love it.
This pandemic is a real test for the reality of our faith and the relevance of our doctrines.
And there is no doubt that our world is being taught some real lessons –
lessons the Christian should, if we believe the Bible, already know.
We are being taught humility.
Fintan O ‘Toole had a marvelous article in The Irish Times pointing out that we are not
kings of the world and we are not masters of our own fate.
It’s a hard lesson to learn. And one that humanity, in our hubris,
has to keep being taught.
We have a lot to learn from history –
not least because we keep forgetting it.
Plague and disease are not new to humanity.
When we look at how the Church in the past has dealt with plague –
whether in ancient Rome, medieval Europe, 19th century London or numerous other examples
we can get a better perspective.
My predecessor in St Peter’s Dundee, Robert Murray McCheyne died aged 29 after he visited
the sick and dying in an epidemic among the poor in the city.
The Church today seems to be more concerned about not getting sick, rather than visiting the sick.
I love this Hebrew word.
I don’t really know an exact English equivalent.
It’s what Solomon uses in Ecclesiastes when he describes everything as ‘meaningless’ or ‘vanity’.
It carries the idea of trivial froth.
The coronavirus is exposing our societies’ Hebel.
Sport, wealth, leisure, entertainment –
how light and frothy they appear to be in the light of such a foe!
I was in a barber’s in Sydney yesterday where my fellow clientele would normally have been
outraged at the cancelling of the major sporting events which play such
a large part in our lives, but there was general agreement that it didn’t really matter.
(I loved the sign above the door – “if you’re sick you need a doctor, not a barber!”).
That is the great missing thing.
Real hope has to be more than the wish that this would soon be over and that we could carry on
with life as normal. This virus has exposed the shallowness of that approach to life.
Where do we find hope?
As always I find it in the word of God.
Let me share with you three readings from this morning.
Proverbs 1:20-33 warns us of what happens when we neglect the wisdom that is calling aloud
“in the public square”.
There will be calamity and “disaster that sweeps over you like a whirlwind”.
The waywardness of the simple and the complacency of fools destroys them but
“whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm”.
Then there are the great words of Psalm 91 –
a Psalm that sustained me when I lay on my bed in the ICU unit in Ninewells hospital,
helpless and fearful.
We can rest in the ‘Shadow of the Almighty’ (rather than the shadow of death).
We are covered by his feathers, and his faithfulness is our shield and rampart.
“You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday” (v.5-6).
Finally, my song for this morning was Psalm 139 where,
amongst other things, we are assured that all the days ordained for us were written in the
Lord’s book before they came to be. These verses surely speak to our situation.
Are we listening?
Or are we listening to the voices of doom both within our fearful selves
and our frightened society?
Listening to what God says is not burying our head in the sand;
it is allowing the light to expose our darkness and to point us to a greater and better truth –
to The Rock that is higher than us.
“Search me, O God, and know my heart;
my anxious thoughts survey.
Show me what gives offence to you,
And lead me in your way”
(Psalm 139:23-24 – Sing Psalms – The Free Church of Scotland)
The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings;
the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance,
and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
Sir Winston Churchill
Socialism is the same as Communism, only better English.
George Bernard Shaw
A ward of the State.
When we talk about wards of the State, what do you think of?
Perhaps no surprise, I immediately think of Annie…
as in “the sun will come out tomorrow”…Annie.
As in the little red-headed orphan who was, in essence, a ward of her state…
The definition of the ward of the state, according to legalbeagle.com is the following…
“Not all adults have the ability to care for themselves.
Whether from disability, disease or age, some adults are unable to make their own decisions without help.
They can become adult wards of the state when this happens.
Adult wards of the state don’t have adult family members who are willing or able to serve as guardians.
Guardians are instead appointed by the court from local government agencies to make decisions for them”.
In theory, I too was a ward of the state.
The day I was born, my mother signed the papers and in turn, walked directly out of the
hospital after having giving birth, while I then became a ward of the state—
all before my adoption.
So I get it.
I understand the notion of falling under the care of “the state.”
However my concern today, well past adoptions, is now for our Nation…
and the fact that so many of us seem to want to become wards of the “state.”
“Say what?” you ask…
“Who in the heck wants to be a ward???”
“A ward of the State?!”
But yet sadly, you have read correctly…
it appears as if a wide swarth of Americans want to become wards of the State.
As in giving up one’s ability to make it on one’s own, by one’s own merit,
and simply rest and relay upon one’s “State”— ie, one’s government…
relying on the government to care for us and to keep us up…and thus what does
the State requires in exchange?
Has history taught us nothing?!
Or perhaps the better question remains, do Americans really care?
Do Americans care whether or not they/we rely upon themselves/ourselves or rely upon their government
in order to provide for their needs?
Have we, as a people, not historically been known for our tenacity and fighting spirit
for all that exemplifies freedom??
Yet under a socialist state, citizens become wards of the State and therefore,
all their needs are covered, met and cared for..there is no need to fight for freedom.
They, in turn, become minions rather than fighters.
And so is that what we are?
Is that what we want?
As Americans, is that what we are–is that what we want?
We simply want to be minions?
Do we want to be placated underlings or do we want to be freedom fighters?
Do we want to be free to make our own choices?
Or do we simply want to give all of that up while simply being told what
we can or cannot do?
President Ronald Reagan quoting Catholic philosopher Jacques Maritain noted that…
“The Founding Fathers were neither metaphysicians nor theologians,
but their philosophy of life and their political philosophy,
their notion of natural law and of human rights,
were permeated with concepts worked out by Christian reason.”
Reagan continued, “From the first, then, our nation embraced the belief that the individual
is sacred and that as God himself respects human liberty, so, too, must the state”
The Founders believed that freedom of religion and of conscience were both sacred–
more sacred than a man’s castle, as James Madison put it.
“The Religion then of every man must be left to the conviction and conscience of every man:
and it is the right of every man to exercise it as these may dictate,”
wrote Madson, who called conscience” the most sacred of all property.”
The Divine Plan / Paul Kengor and Robert Orlando
President Reagan, long before he was president, riled against the notion of an insidious
and far-reaching ‘state’ —a state that wants to not only care for the physical needs of its
people but a state that wants to make the final decision for man’s personal
relationship with his God.
As in there is no God…only the State.
In 1975, years before he became president, Reagan stated
“Socialists ignore the side of man that is of the spirit,”
“They can provide shelter, fill your belly with bacon and beans,
treat you when you’re ill –
all the things that are guaranteed to a prisoner or a slave.
But they don’t understand we also dream, yes, even of owning a yacht.”
It would behoove us to remember that the current folks running for the Democratic
party’s nomination are each touting the notion of the ‘big State’…
that being the big State making both your and me its wards…it’s minions.
Wards are not free but are rather dependant…as in totally dependent.
Dependance did not win us a Declaration of Independence.
Please click the following link which is a story about a prophetic warning.
A warning offered by Ronald Reagan, long before he was president…
(back to the Mayor and the Sheriff–the life lesson post must wait a bit more)
God enters by a private door into every individual.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I caught an interesting story yesterday morning featured on The Federalist.
There seems to be a new sort of Christian feature film concerning the birth and life of Christ riding out
under the radar.
Now I’m familiar with the notion of crowdfudging…
the seemingly innocent pressing of a few little white lies in an attempt to
push the truth…
But crowdfunding was a totally new concept.
Yet when I read the recent story on The Federalist regarding a new app and a Christian film, a film
that was entirely funded by crowdfunding, I was hooked.
The film is entitled The Chosen.
Now according to Wikipedia…
“Crowdfunding is the practice of funding a project or venture by raising small amounts
of money from a large number of people, typically via the Internet. Crowdfunding is a
form of crowdsourcing and alternative finance. In 2015, over US$34 billion was raised
worldwide by crowdfunding.”
So I was now really intrigued reading the following article—so much so that I went to the App store
and uploaded the App to the movie.
I’ve only had a chance to watch just a few brief minutes of the first episode–
but I look forward to watching all the seasons to the fullest.
It seems that Christian film interests now come under the wing of a crow…
And so it must be it…
For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away
through my groaning all day long.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me;
my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer.
I acknowledged my sin to you,
and I did not cover my iniquity;
I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,”
and you forgave the iniquity of my sin.