September 29, 2008
It’s been five days since my last confession, I mean blog. I guess the “c” word came to mind because I’ve been debating whether or not to confess that we went to the OU vs TCU football game on Saturday night. But the most extraordinary thing happened, that it simply must be told. The game wasn’t much for TCU, the Christians were slain by the gladiators this time, but the experience of community was beyond words.
Do you remember how before I started Sabbatical that I talked about how connected we are in this world? Well, there were 85,500 folks at the coliseum on Saturday. We parked and made our contribution to the mission trips for the youth of FCC, Norman and began the walk toward the stadium three hours before game time. As we walked I struck up a conversation with another fellow wearing a purple shirt. He was a funeral director from Pampa, Tx. I spotted an empty space on a bench, but by the time we had finished talking, the space was filled. Still looking for a place to rest in the shade we started toward a planter box to sit on the edge, when another space on a bench opened up. We chose the bench.
In conversation with the other couple on the bench we learned that they were from Fairview and season ticket holders for some time. They asked about our TCU attire and we explained that we were born in OKC but graduated from TCU. He said, “I can understand that. Where did you grow up?”
“Oklahoma City,” we told the story of our high school romance. “What school?” he asked. “Capitol Hill” we replied. “Where did you live?” asked he. Linda said, “Just off of SW 29th and Portland.” He leaned forward and said, “What street?” Long story short, he and Linda grew up on different ends of the same block, went to the same elementary school, junior high, and we were all graduates of Capitol Hill High School. I wish I could describe the look on his face as we made connections, but until this day on a bench in a crowd of 85,000 plus our paths had never crossed. He graduated in 1971, I in 1972, and Linda in 1973. We visited for over an hour and a half about memories of high school and how painful it was to survive in the era of racial “desegregation” that actually resulted in more fights than harmony. WOW, it was worth the trip to Norman just for this powerful encounter with a stranger that shared our common community of time and place some 35 plus years ago.
Sunday we worshipped at First Christian Church, Midwest City and had a delightful lunch with Les and Joyce Brown. Les has been pastor there for 22 years. 7 years ago the church relocated and built a new sanctuary and this was our first chance to visit there. During lunch we made further connections of common friends and experiences, although a decade apart, in Perryton, Texas. How small is our world? How great is our Creator!
I’ve returned to my solitude in Arkansas. This week it truly is solitude. My only neighbor at the campground told me on Thursday that she would be gone this week, visiting family in Iowa. Solitude has its place, but I’m beginning to see the power of community. Oh, and a song has started to develop. Melody and words are beginning to come together:
“Like a pebble cast on a pond,
The ripples go on and on and on.
But time won’t wait for me.”
Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
September 24
What do you do when things just won’t go as planned? The last time I wrote, it was my intention to post and then go to the laundry mat. As it turned out I was fortunate to get it posted. You see, I write this at the campsite. Then when I get access to internet, I just copy and post. And I thought I had it all figured out the other day. I decided to go to the McD’s in Berryville since I’m halfway between B’ville and Eureka. Also there is WallyWorld and I thought a laundry there.
Well, B’ville’s McD’s does not have Internet (but they do have Red Box, if I decide to rent a movie), and the laundry was there but not self-serve but full service and more than I wanted to pay for my towels, t-shirts and bvd’s. So, I went to WallyWorld, picked up a few things, then headed to Eureka Springs. The laundry is self-serve, next to the grocery store and McD’s has Internet but not Red Box. So, I got everything done, just not in the way I had planned. Any other time, it would have frustrated me, but at least I’m relaxed enough to not get flustered over something so small.
While at the laundry in Eureka, I met an interesting little ole’ lady. There’s lots of interesting folks at laundry mats I found out. She was eating and feeding her dog outside with the same fork and same food she was eating. Trying not say, “yuck”, I said, “Boy he sure is spoiled.” She said, “He’s 15 years old, and deserves to be spoiled.” I said, “Hm, over a 100 huh?” “105! She corrected me.”
When she came in, she moved her laundry to the dryers and told me she was getting these blankets washed to go camping and attend the National Fiddler’s Contest at Mountain View this weekend. The other fellow interrupted and asked for directions as he said he’d like to play in the competition, but had thought it was at Little Rock. She gave him directions and said it would be a two day competition. He was deflated, he had to work on Sunday, so he guessed he wouldn’t be going then.
She turned back to me and told me she’s got a bed for the back of her van and the lady where she’s camping “Doesn’t mind dogs.” In other words, wherever she went the dogs must be accepted there as well. She put her blankets in the dryer and told me, “I’ll be back. I’m taking the dog to the Basin Spring so he can get a good drink.”
I learned quite a bit without saying much of anything. I was in the presence of a fiddle player and a bluegrass fan but they didn’t talk music at all. He could only fiddle for one day, so he was devoted to something else. She was a music fan but mostly devoted to her dogs, she wouldn’t go if there wasn’t a place for her dogs. The music came second.
I haven’t found any music yet. I must ask myself, “To what are you devoted?” Two praying mantis insects showed up at my trailer. Seems to me that my Creator was hinting to me, to stay with prayer, and let the music take care of it self. Centering Prayer, like I learned from the Benedictines is a daily endeavor.
Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter
Well, B’ville’s McD’s does not have Internet (but they do have Red Box, if I decide to rent a movie), and the laundry was there but not self-serve but full service and more than I wanted to pay for my towels, t-shirts and bvd’s. So, I went to WallyWorld, picked up a few things, then headed to Eureka Springs. The laundry is self-serve, next to the grocery store and McD’s has Internet but not Red Box. So, I got everything done, just not in the way I had planned. Any other time, it would have frustrated me, but at least I’m relaxed enough to not get flustered over something so small.
While at the laundry in Eureka, I met an interesting little ole’ lady. There’s lots of interesting folks at laundry mats I found out. She was eating and feeding her dog outside with the same fork and same food she was eating. Trying not say, “yuck”, I said, “Boy he sure is spoiled.” She said, “He’s 15 years old, and deserves to be spoiled.” I said, “Hm, over a 100 huh?” “105! She corrected me.”
When she came in, she moved her laundry to the dryers and told me she was getting these blankets washed to go camping and attend the National Fiddler’s Contest at Mountain View this weekend. The other fellow interrupted and asked for directions as he said he’d like to play in the competition, but had thought it was at Little Rock. She gave him directions and said it would be a two day competition. He was deflated, he had to work on Sunday, so he guessed he wouldn’t be going then.
She turned back to me and told me she’s got a bed for the back of her van and the lady where she’s camping “Doesn’t mind dogs.” In other words, wherever she went the dogs must be accepted there as well. She put her blankets in the dryer and told me, “I’ll be back. I’m taking the dog to the Basin Spring so he can get a good drink.”
I learned quite a bit without saying much of anything. I was in the presence of a fiddle player and a bluegrass fan but they didn’t talk music at all. He could only fiddle for one day, so he was devoted to something else. She was a music fan but mostly devoted to her dogs, she wouldn’t go if there wasn’t a place for her dogs. The music came second.
I haven’t found any music yet. I must ask myself, “To what are you devoted?” Two praying mantis insects showed up at my trailer. Seems to me that my Creator was hinting to me, to stay with prayer, and let the music take care of it self. Centering Prayer, like I learned from the Benedictines is a daily endeavor.
Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter
Monday, September 22, 2008
September 22
Just before my sabbatical began Regional Pastor Tom recommended that I read The Shack by William P. Young. I picked it up at the Enid Christian bookstore. Last week I began reading it. I rarely recommend a book before reading it all the way through, but I am a slow reader, and even if you only read halfway through, it is worth the read. Walk no run to the bookstore and pick up this book today. I’m already looking at things through the lens this book has created for my thinking. Everything important in life boils down to relationships, love, and how less self-serving we can be.
Sunday I visited First Christian Church, Bristow where I served from 1985 to 1990. It is a small church and we arrived a few minutes late. Well, I should have guessed it, but what a loving and expressive greeting we received. I apologize that we disrupted and delayed the start of the worship service. I also must add that amazingly, right in line with my journey of music and song, special guests from FCC, Sand Springs presented the message in music, through gospel hymns and special music.
They were accompanied by no less than their own pianist from FCC, Sand Springs, even though she was actually playing back at the service in their home church. In this age of technology, she had played all the accompaniment on the keyboard and it was digitally recorded on the instrument. All they did was push play and the instrument played itself. What a marvelous age of technology. This kind of technology is the only way that I can reasonably pursue my dream of song writing.
I truly enjoyed visiting with the pastor at Bristow. He is “retired” from ministry, but felt called to serve this congregation. Bill’s background is Southern Baptist by tradition but filled by love in contrast to tradition. Bill had served as a Professor at Southwest Baptist Seminary in Fort Worth, when the denomination and its schools were politically taken by the strong fundamentalist conservatives. When the President of the Seminary was summarily fired for having the “wrong” theological perspective (you know, things like critical thinking) Bill felt it was time to retire.
Yes, Bill is older in years, but you simply cannot tell it by talking to him. He is an avid Harley Biker and this includes a life-long involvement in Biker Ministry. He is as comfortable in black biker leathers as he is in his Sunday suit and pulpit attire of a striking white robe (which reminded me of the attire of the Benedictines I visited a few weeks ago). All of which is to say that, I felt that in visiting with Bill I was indeed visiting with a Holy Person! Bill is not simply comfortable with whatever attire he wears, he is comfortable in his own skin. And that kind of comfort enables him to transmit a loving spirit!
Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter
PS. I’m off to find a laundry next. By the way, if you see Mr. Crabbs, please tell him that the sanctuary in Bristow is carpeted with blue carpet.
Sunday I visited First Christian Church, Bristow where I served from 1985 to 1990. It is a small church and we arrived a few minutes late. Well, I should have guessed it, but what a loving and expressive greeting we received. I apologize that we disrupted and delayed the start of the worship service. I also must add that amazingly, right in line with my journey of music and song, special guests from FCC, Sand Springs presented the message in music, through gospel hymns and special music.
They were accompanied by no less than their own pianist from FCC, Sand Springs, even though she was actually playing back at the service in their home church. In this age of technology, she had played all the accompaniment on the keyboard and it was digitally recorded on the instrument. All they did was push play and the instrument played itself. What a marvelous age of technology. This kind of technology is the only way that I can reasonably pursue my dream of song writing.
I truly enjoyed visiting with the pastor at Bristow. He is “retired” from ministry, but felt called to serve this congregation. Bill’s background is Southern Baptist by tradition but filled by love in contrast to tradition. Bill had served as a Professor at Southwest Baptist Seminary in Fort Worth, when the denomination and its schools were politically taken by the strong fundamentalist conservatives. When the President of the Seminary was summarily fired for having the “wrong” theological perspective (you know, things like critical thinking) Bill felt it was time to retire.
Yes, Bill is older in years, but you simply cannot tell it by talking to him. He is an avid Harley Biker and this includes a life-long involvement in Biker Ministry. He is as comfortable in black biker leathers as he is in his Sunday suit and pulpit attire of a striking white robe (which reminded me of the attire of the Benedictines I visited a few weeks ago). All of which is to say that, I felt that in visiting with Bill I was indeed visiting with a Holy Person! Bill is not simply comfortable with whatever attire he wears, he is comfortable in his own skin. And that kind of comfort enables him to transmit a loving spirit!
Grace and peace with a song in my heart,
SongWriter
PS. I’m off to find a laundry next. By the way, if you see Mr. Crabbs, please tell him that the sanctuary in Bristow is carpeted with blue carpet.
Friday, September 19, 2008
September 19
Have you seen the movie, August Rush? It’s been out on video for some time now. August was right, “the music is all around me.” I hear the music, especially at night. A symphony of rhythm and tones can be heard. Oh, and talk about surround sound, wow! Then there is the highway just over the hill, US Hwy 62. Traffic is flowing all the time, and if you listen there is a rhythm to it as well.
There’s a bunch of motorcycles in town, none at my campground. But you can hear them roar down the highway. It’s the sixth annual homecoming for Kawaski enthusiasts. I've noticed that most of the Kawaski riders wear helmets. Good! I’m content with my little Nissan Versa. I even call it a Vespa every now and again. You must know a little about motor scooters to know what a Vespa is. I’ve digressed as usual, but there is a rhythm and tone to motorcycles as well.
The key, now that’s a little different. My fingers are slow to catch back up to playing the keyboard. It’s been too many years without playing, and then there are all those sharps and flats. The key for me now, continues to be to listen. Listen for the rhythm. Listen for the tones. Listen for the Creator.
Then there is the harmony. My inner harmony still needs to be fine-tuned. There was the visitor, night before last. Invading my cupboard, he chewed a hole through the wrapper and nibbled on the bread. That meant a trip to town yesterday. I found a plastic storage container with a snap on lid for my bread, cereal, crackers, and chips. I also found the good old package of mouse traps. Did you know it costs $1.25 for four mouse traps at the Dollar Store? Anyhow, I caught him last night and never heard the “Snap”!
The mouse, that and a few calls from my daughter about a sick Alexis, didn’t contribute to inner harmony. She was up a good bit of the night on Wednesday night complaining of pain in her hand. She tried her best to doctor it herself. So, Christina took Alexis to the doctor. She had blistered her hand on the “monkey bars” last week, now the wound was infected. She didn’t complain much last weekend, but now it’s infected. Bandaids just won’t stick to the palm of the hand. Better ointment and bandages from the doctor. Hope it wasn’t the infection, but she was having tummy troubles too. Phenegran and a little pain medicine for the hand.
Be still, Be still, Be still. The music is all around me. Be still and listen. The song will come.
Grace and peace, SongWriter
There’s a bunch of motorcycles in town, none at my campground. But you can hear them roar down the highway. It’s the sixth annual homecoming for Kawaski enthusiasts. I've noticed that most of the Kawaski riders wear helmets. Good! I’m content with my little Nissan Versa. I even call it a Vespa every now and again. You must know a little about motor scooters to know what a Vespa is. I’ve digressed as usual, but there is a rhythm and tone to motorcycles as well.
The key, now that’s a little different. My fingers are slow to catch back up to playing the keyboard. It’s been too many years without playing, and then there are all those sharps and flats. The key for me now, continues to be to listen. Listen for the rhythm. Listen for the tones. Listen for the Creator.
Then there is the harmony. My inner harmony still needs to be fine-tuned. There was the visitor, night before last. Invading my cupboard, he chewed a hole through the wrapper and nibbled on the bread. That meant a trip to town yesterday. I found a plastic storage container with a snap on lid for my bread, cereal, crackers, and chips. I also found the good old package of mouse traps. Did you know it costs $1.25 for four mouse traps at the Dollar Store? Anyhow, I caught him last night and never heard the “Snap”!
The mouse, that and a few calls from my daughter about a sick Alexis, didn’t contribute to inner harmony. She was up a good bit of the night on Wednesday night complaining of pain in her hand. She tried her best to doctor it herself. So, Christina took Alexis to the doctor. She had blistered her hand on the “monkey bars” last week, now the wound was infected. She didn’t complain much last weekend, but now it’s infected. Bandaids just won’t stick to the palm of the hand. Better ointment and bandages from the doctor. Hope it wasn’t the infection, but she was having tummy troubles too. Phenegran and a little pain medicine for the hand.
Be still, Be still, Be still. The music is all around me. Be still and listen. The song will come.
Grace and peace, SongWriter
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
September 16
Before I can even think about writing music, I must pick up again the centering and serenity I found at Pecos. Strange how I said to myself as I drove home just a week ago, maybe I don’t really need this sabbatical. I’ve found the inner peace through the guidance of the spiritual direction. It didn’t take long to resume a frantic schedule. Just a few days and once again I must hear that voice, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Yes, Lord, and so I return to solitude. Now settled into a wonderful trailer just East of Eureka Springs Arkansas at the Shepherd’s Inn Retreat Center.
Perhaps the road I travelled today is a good illustration of the path to serenity. I arrived in Tontitown and Springdale just in time for five o’clock rush hour. I didn’t know there could be so much traffic in Northwest Arkansas. Waiting in line through three four cycles at two stop lights. Then turn North on Interstate 540, wow, 70 mph bumper to bumper. And so it went, exit onto US 62 East toward Eureka Springs. The traffic followed. Now it’s bumper to bumper and the road narrows just past Pea Ridge (another Civil War site), the curves begin, still traffic, brake lights, 40… 30… 20… mph, there I see it, about a quarter mile ahead leading the traffic, a road tractor/grader. Five minutes later he pulled to the side and let us autos pass on by.
Finally, a junction, the commuters exit and curve by curve I become all alone. Every few minutes there’s oncoming traffic, but going my way, no one behind and no one ahead, just curve after curve, some slow you to 15 mph, at best you average 30 to 35. I can almost feel myself slowing down. I’m still a little frantic, I want to get to the camper, light the pilot for hot water, get the electricity on, and unload the car.
A quick call to Ken and Sue to tell them thanks, and that everything is up and running at the trailer. Now a sandwich, and a call to Linda to tell her I’m here safe.
Now it’s a little past 11:00 p.m. The computer just locked up, there I’ve restarted. Hum, maybe this blog session is over, it’s time to be still, and get some rest. I’ll post this on 09/17 when I can get some internet space. Did I tell you how awesome the sounds of the Ozarks are in the moonlight? Oh, and the path to serenity is narrow and tricky with lots of unexpected curves and a few slow moving vehicles. Slow down, you move to fast!
Grace and peace, SongWriter
Perhaps the road I travelled today is a good illustration of the path to serenity. I arrived in Tontitown and Springdale just in time for five o’clock rush hour. I didn’t know there could be so much traffic in Northwest Arkansas. Waiting in line through three four cycles at two stop lights. Then turn North on Interstate 540, wow, 70 mph bumper to bumper. And so it went, exit onto US 62 East toward Eureka Springs. The traffic followed. Now it’s bumper to bumper and the road narrows just past Pea Ridge (another Civil War site), the curves begin, still traffic, brake lights, 40… 30… 20… mph, there I see it, about a quarter mile ahead leading the traffic, a road tractor/grader. Five minutes later he pulled to the side and let us autos pass on by.
Finally, a junction, the commuters exit and curve by curve I become all alone. Every few minutes there’s oncoming traffic, but going my way, no one behind and no one ahead, just curve after curve, some slow you to 15 mph, at best you average 30 to 35. I can almost feel myself slowing down. I’m still a little frantic, I want to get to the camper, light the pilot for hot water, get the electricity on, and unload the car.
A quick call to Ken and Sue to tell them thanks, and that everything is up and running at the trailer. Now a sandwich, and a call to Linda to tell her I’m here safe.
Now it’s a little past 11:00 p.m. The computer just locked up, there I’ve restarted. Hum, maybe this blog session is over, it’s time to be still, and get some rest. I’ll post this on 09/17 when I can get some internet space. Did I tell you how awesome the sounds of the Ozarks are in the moonlight? Oh, and the path to serenity is narrow and tricky with lots of unexpected curves and a few slow moving vehicles. Slow down, you move to fast!
Grace and peace, SongWriter
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I Missed Communion Today
The closest I came to communion today was with fellow travelers around the self-serve waffle iron at LQ this morning. It was fun making waffles with strangers, but I couldn't exactly claim that we formed enough community in the nine minutes it took to cook three waffles. It was a rare treat to spend the weekend in OKC with family, prematurely celebrating my birthday, especially today with my grandkids.
To answer last week's question about communion in the United Church of Christ, I chose to attend Mayflower Congregational Church (UCC) in North OKC. The sermon was excellent and closed with a Fred Craddock story, after all Dr. Robin Meyers told me after church he was a graduate of Phillips Theological Seminary when it was still located in Enid. His topic today followed the lectionary reading from Romans 14 and he talked about all those things we tend to fight over in churches. He challenged the congregation to consider if the church existed for "gratification or transformation?" He asked us to consider that in the end, Jesus would ask us, "Did you love? Did you forgive? Did you encourage?" Too bad he's in OKC, Robin would make a great addition to our weekly lectionary study.
But still, I missed communion. You can find a great sermon most anywhere. You can occasionally find communion around the table with your coffee group. But you can only find Communion when welcomed to Christ's table. It is Christ who fed the 5,000 and who feeds us with the kind of nourishment it takes to make it through each day.
Grace and Peace,
SongWriter
To answer last week's question about communion in the United Church of Christ, I chose to attend Mayflower Congregational Church (UCC) in North OKC. The sermon was excellent and closed with a Fred Craddock story, after all Dr. Robin Meyers told me after church he was a graduate of Phillips Theological Seminary when it was still located in Enid. His topic today followed the lectionary reading from Romans 14 and he talked about all those things we tend to fight over in churches. He challenged the congregation to consider if the church existed for "gratification or transformation?" He asked us to consider that in the end, Jesus would ask us, "Did you love? Did you forgive? Did you encourage?" Too bad he's in OKC, Robin would make a great addition to our weekly lectionary study.
But still, I missed communion. You can find a great sermon most anywhere. You can occasionally find communion around the table with your coffee group. But you can only find Communion when welcomed to Christ's table. It is Christ who fed the 5,000 and who feeds us with the kind of nourishment it takes to make it through each day.
Grace and Peace,
SongWriter
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Blogging at McDonald's
I'm at McDonalds with Linda and my granddaughters. I've come to test my internet capabilities remote, since it appears that while in Eureka Springs, I will only have internet access at McDonald's.
What an age we live in! I can sit at MickeyD's while the grandkids play and be connected to the world. My prayers are with all of the victims of Ike during its massive path of destruction. I did hear from my good friend, Alan, who lives in the Houston area after the storm had passed. He said that all cell phones were out, the electricity was out (he has a generator), but for some reason his land-line phone was working. Lot's of tree limbs down.
Also, here are the updates on my good friend Laura in hospital in Little Rock:
Friday, Sept. 12, 2008
4:10 p.m.
Day 31
Laura is sitting up more in her wheel chair and is working hard in physical therapy. She's still being fed calories through the feeding tube but is able to have clear liquids and soft things like jello. She's in good spirits and is eager to work hard so that she can improve. Her pneumonia seems to be breaking up nicely and they continue to be agressive on her physical therapy. Laura had a "field trip" last night as we wheeled her down to the hospital lobby and walked with her walker. Laura has made many new friends (doctors, nurses, therapists, etc.) and seems to be well-known throughout the hospital. She has been extremely cooperative and polite all the way through this experience.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
3:00 p.m.
Today is day 30. Though Laura will be 22 years of age in a little less than four months, her condition allows her to be treated at Arkansas Children's Hospital. We're extremely blessed as we know there is no better place for Laura to be. She has excellent care.
Last night was a wonderful "graduation" for Laura as she was moved to the rehab floor. She has come such a long way. They had to readjust her feeding tube which was traumatic for her, but she did very well through the procedure. She was given clearance to begin drinking again today and she has had some Sprite. Laura continues to get nourishment from the feeding tube. They have kept Laura busy with Respiratory and Physical Therapy, so she's anything but bored.
Trela's mother, Helen, as well as Trela's sister and brother-in-law, Mike and Karla, are here with us. Other family members are waiting in line to come and help as needed, so we continue to have such great support from our family and friends.
Laura would want us to remember in our prayers the tragic events that happened on this day 7 years ago. Please pray for the families who have lost loved ones and that there will come an end to terrorism and war in this world. Also, we invite you to pray for those who have already been and will be affected by Hurricane Ike.
That's all from Mickey D's.
Grace and Peace,
SongWriter
What an age we live in! I can sit at MickeyD's while the grandkids play and be connected to the world. My prayers are with all of the victims of Ike during its massive path of destruction. I did hear from my good friend, Alan, who lives in the Houston area after the storm had passed. He said that all cell phones were out, the electricity was out (he has a generator), but for some reason his land-line phone was working. Lot's of tree limbs down.
Also, here are the updates on my good friend Laura in hospital in Little Rock:
Friday, Sept. 12, 2008
4:10 p.m.
Day 31
Laura is sitting up more in her wheel chair and is working hard in physical therapy. She's still being fed calories through the feeding tube but is able to have clear liquids and soft things like jello. She's in good spirits and is eager to work hard so that she can improve. Her pneumonia seems to be breaking up nicely and they continue to be agressive on her physical therapy. Laura had a "field trip" last night as we wheeled her down to the hospital lobby and walked with her walker. Laura has made many new friends (doctors, nurses, therapists, etc.) and seems to be well-known throughout the hospital. She has been extremely cooperative and polite all the way through this experience.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
3:00 p.m.
Today is day 30. Though Laura will be 22 years of age in a little less than four months, her condition allows her to be treated at Arkansas Children's Hospital. We're extremely blessed as we know there is no better place for Laura to be. She has excellent care.
Last night was a wonderful "graduation" for Laura as she was moved to the rehab floor. She has come such a long way. They had to readjust her feeding tube which was traumatic for her, but she did very well through the procedure. She was given clearance to begin drinking again today and she has had some Sprite. Laura continues to get nourishment from the feeding tube. They have kept Laura busy with Respiratory and Physical Therapy, so she's anything but bored.
Trela's mother, Helen, as well as Trela's sister and brother-in-law, Mike and Karla, are here with us. Other family members are waiting in line to come and help as needed, so we continue to have such great support from our family and friends.
Laura would want us to remember in our prayers the tragic events that happened on this day 7 years ago. Please pray for the families who have lost loved ones and that there will come an end to terrorism and war in this world. Also, we invite you to pray for those who have already been and will be affected by Hurricane Ike.
That's all from Mickey D's.
Grace and Peace,
SongWriter
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Back from Pecos
I did not have any internet connection at Pecos. The last two nights in "Super 8" Motels did not give me a way to update my security software. So, while I can I have posted the following in chronological order - my thoughts over the past eight days. I have been so blest by my time at Pecos. The journey to Eureka Springs will begin after I fix a few things around the house and celebrate my birthday with family in Oklahoma City.
God is Good!
Grace and Peace,
God is Good!
Grace and Peace,
September 2
Day Two – September 2
I arrived at the Pecos Benedictine Community a little after 4:00 p.m. (5:00 p.m. OK time) today September 2. They say it is all about the journey, well, today’s drive was a wonderful day. Oh, there’s not much to be said for I-40 West of Amarillo, except that when you cross into New Mexico the legal speed limit becomes 75 mph. I was determined to exit the interstate as quickly as possible. Directions at the visitor center confirmed for me to exit at Tucumcari and take State Hwy 104. She said it is the most scenic, and by the way it is a 55 mph two lane. There were 102 beautiful miles with absolutely no cellular signals.
Scenic it was, and yes it was a speed limit of 55 mph. Which at first seemed a little tedious after driving 70 mph for hours in Texas and 75 mph for half an hour in New Mexico. Then it occurred to me, “This is part of the process. Slow down, Patrick. Take in the scenery.” I dropped the agenda. So what if I arrive at 5:00 p.m. instead of 4:00 p.m. I felt the weight just ease off my shoulders as I slowed down and rolled through this 100 miles of scenic vistas! I even giggled to myself about the cell signal.
I called Linda when I reached I-25 at Las Vegas. Cell was restored along the interstate. But it was only 37 miles from Las Vegas (yes New Mexico) to the Pecos exit. I called Christina to wish her well. (Her ambulance partner was a young man who grew up in the same house in El Reno that Christina grew up in. We bought the house from his parents. Talk about small world, they left the markings of his height behind a doorway. We marked Christina’s height there as well.)
I called Linda one last time as I dropped into the valley of the village of Pecos. Guess what, the call dropped. No cell signal. I had to turn around and go back up the incline to finish the conversation. It was in the middle of Pecos National Park. I thought a ranger was pulling up behind me. Turned out it wasn’t a ranger just a worker in a truck with yellow lights on top who was stopping at the same place for the same reason, to use his cell. There is absolutely no cell at the monastery. No internet either. But I did observe a satellite receiver on the roof of the convent. Yes, there are both Monks and Sisters here.
I attended vespers. Had supper in silence. It seems I entered silence accidentally, before I intended to. Everyone is silent for Breakfast and Supper. Does that mean I can talk at lunch tomorrow? I will meet my Spiritual Director tomorrow. This person will help guide me in the process of silence and centering prayer.
The sunset was beautiful behind the mountain. The Pecos River runs through the West side of the compound of buildings. I went for a walk and skipped the Eucharist, after all, since I’m not Catholic, that is the one barrier here, but still I found a bridge across the Pecos River. Thank you Lord for safe travel!
I arrived at the Pecos Benedictine Community a little after 4:00 p.m. (5:00 p.m. OK time) today September 2. They say it is all about the journey, well, today’s drive was a wonderful day. Oh, there’s not much to be said for I-40 West of Amarillo, except that when you cross into New Mexico the legal speed limit becomes 75 mph. I was determined to exit the interstate as quickly as possible. Directions at the visitor center confirmed for me to exit at Tucumcari and take State Hwy 104. She said it is the most scenic, and by the way it is a 55 mph two lane. There were 102 beautiful miles with absolutely no cellular signals.
Scenic it was, and yes it was a speed limit of 55 mph. Which at first seemed a little tedious after driving 70 mph for hours in Texas and 75 mph for half an hour in New Mexico. Then it occurred to me, “This is part of the process. Slow down, Patrick. Take in the scenery.” I dropped the agenda. So what if I arrive at 5:00 p.m. instead of 4:00 p.m. I felt the weight just ease off my shoulders as I slowed down and rolled through this 100 miles of scenic vistas! I even giggled to myself about the cell signal.
I called Linda when I reached I-25 at Las Vegas. Cell was restored along the interstate. But it was only 37 miles from Las Vegas (yes New Mexico) to the Pecos exit. I called Christina to wish her well. (Her ambulance partner was a young man who grew up in the same house in El Reno that Christina grew up in. We bought the house from his parents. Talk about small world, they left the markings of his height behind a doorway. We marked Christina’s height there as well.)
I called Linda one last time as I dropped into the valley of the village of Pecos. Guess what, the call dropped. No cell signal. I had to turn around and go back up the incline to finish the conversation. It was in the middle of Pecos National Park. I thought a ranger was pulling up behind me. Turned out it wasn’t a ranger just a worker in a truck with yellow lights on top who was stopping at the same place for the same reason, to use his cell. There is absolutely no cell at the monastery. No internet either. But I did observe a satellite receiver on the roof of the convent. Yes, there are both Monks and Sisters here.
I attended vespers. Had supper in silence. It seems I entered silence accidentally, before I intended to. Everyone is silent for Breakfast and Supper. Does that mean I can talk at lunch tomorrow? I will meet my Spiritual Director tomorrow. This person will help guide me in the process of silence and centering prayer.
The sunset was beautiful behind the mountain. The Pecos River runs through the West side of the compound of buildings. I went for a walk and skipped the Eucharist, after all, since I’m not Catholic, that is the one barrier here, but still I found a bridge across the Pecos River. Thank you Lord for safe travel!
September 3
Third Day – September 3
Today was a talking day at all meals. OK, I confess, I talked at meal time, all of them. Today was a talking day for the monks. I also talked at the gift store. I shared with the storekeeper about Father Liam Lawton and his praise music from Ireland. So I have not maintained 100 % silence. I met a retired priest from Lubbock, TX at breakfast. One of the Monks engaged me in conversation at lunch. He was from Poland and has been here in the USA for two years. He knew all about Oklahoma, though. He was stranded in OKC for a day since when the bus arrived late for 8:00 a.m., it was already full. He had to wait for the next bus. He explored downtown OKC. At supper I was ready to talk. The Monk seated next to me was preparing for a sabbatical himself. He said, “I’m not taking one of those $4,000 trips to Europe.”
Cynthia, an Oblate who has just been placed in charge of the registration office said, “You could go as a Spiritual Director for free.” And I chimed in, “but that would not be a sabbatical, would it?”
Though he seemed surprised he smiled and nodded agreement. I wonder, where do you go for sabbatical when you live at a retreat center?
I finally met my Spiritual Director after supper. His name is Sam. We set a time to meet at 11:00 tomorrow (Thursday).
I set my own theme for today based on Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God”. My goal was to simply Be Still. It’s hard to be still. My mind keeps rushing on. I even thought about going up the hill to call Linda about something at the house. It seemed important at the moment, and then I told my mind to “be still.” I rested this afternoon, dozed off telling myself to be still. The thought just occurred to me, that before I can Be Still, I need to simply Be. Imperfect though I am at silence today, I can feel my self relaxing some. If I’ll just stop trying so hard to relax, and simply be.
Thanks Lord, for the walk this evening. For hearing the Sister sing praises to You from across the river. And for another beautiful sunset.
Today was a talking day at all meals. OK, I confess, I talked at meal time, all of them. Today was a talking day for the monks. I also talked at the gift store. I shared with the storekeeper about Father Liam Lawton and his praise music from Ireland. So I have not maintained 100 % silence. I met a retired priest from Lubbock, TX at breakfast. One of the Monks engaged me in conversation at lunch. He was from Poland and has been here in the USA for two years. He knew all about Oklahoma, though. He was stranded in OKC for a day since when the bus arrived late for 8:00 a.m., it was already full. He had to wait for the next bus. He explored downtown OKC. At supper I was ready to talk. The Monk seated next to me was preparing for a sabbatical himself. He said, “I’m not taking one of those $4,000 trips to Europe.”
Cynthia, an Oblate who has just been placed in charge of the registration office said, “You could go as a Spiritual Director for free.” And I chimed in, “but that would not be a sabbatical, would it?”
Though he seemed surprised he smiled and nodded agreement. I wonder, where do you go for sabbatical when you live at a retreat center?
I finally met my Spiritual Director after supper. His name is Sam. We set a time to meet at 11:00 tomorrow (Thursday).
I set my own theme for today based on Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God”. My goal was to simply Be Still. It’s hard to be still. My mind keeps rushing on. I even thought about going up the hill to call Linda about something at the house. It seemed important at the moment, and then I told my mind to “be still.” I rested this afternoon, dozed off telling myself to be still. The thought just occurred to me, that before I can Be Still, I need to simply Be. Imperfect though I am at silence today, I can feel my self relaxing some. If I’ll just stop trying so hard to relax, and simply be.
Thanks Lord, for the walk this evening. For hearing the Sister sing praises to You from across the river. And for another beautiful sunset.
September 4
Day Four – September 4
It was easier to be silent today for most of the day. The monks only talked at lunchtime, breakfast and dinner were silent. Andrew joked with me at lunch, “are you silent today?” I told him I would be silent after lunch until lunch tomorrow and see how that goes. “Good, you have a plan.” He smiled and said.
I met with my spiritual director, Sam for the first time just before noon day prayers and lunch. He encouraged me to simply relax and rest. He said the time after lunch was called “napsio divina”. In other words, “time to take a nap.” Sam is eighty five years old, and in December will have been a Benedictine Monk for sixty years. He shared some of his life story with me. He was in the Navy during WW II. During training he was hurrying to catch a bus in order to avoid being late from leave, and thus “put on report,” when he fell and was run over by the back wheels of the bus. His pelvic and hip bones were crushed. He said he should have died, but his mom and dad were praying for him every day by going to daily mass and pray for his safe keeping during the war. He survived. He noted how ironic it was to be saved from battle by being run over by a bus, but many of the young men with whom he trained still perished in the war. A few years later he received word of the death of his best friend back home. It affected him enormously and turned his life toward a church vocation.
The hour went by quickly as he shared his story and encouraged me not only to rest now, but to create for myself a disciplined schedule for prayer. He said to consider time spent with a best friend. He also told me how important the Eucharist (communion) is to him. Unfortunately, that is the one barrier for me. We are close regarding communion, but still very different. They take communion every day here. I’ve about decided to drive into Santa Fe, nearest Disciples church for Sunday service and communion. There is also a United Church of Christ in Santa Fe, but I cannot recall if the UCC takes communion every Sunday.
After my “napsio divina”, I walked for two hours. I even found a walking stick. It’s a keeper. I can’t wait to sand it down and stain it. I followed a path down by the river, and eventually came to a lake. I walked around the lake, enjoyed watching some folks fishing. They were having a good time. I kept my distance so I wouldn’t be tempted to talk. I took their picture from across the lake. They are so small as to be unidentifiable. This evening I enjoyed a wonderful sunset beside the still waters of a pond between the buildings and the river. I read all of Psalm 46, Psalm 23, and a friend’s special paraphrase of Psalm 23. I discovered a river was referenced in Psalm 46 and I thank God for the time beside the still waters.
It was easier to be silent today for most of the day. The monks only talked at lunchtime, breakfast and dinner were silent. Andrew joked with me at lunch, “are you silent today?” I told him I would be silent after lunch until lunch tomorrow and see how that goes. “Good, you have a plan.” He smiled and said.
I met with my spiritual director, Sam for the first time just before noon day prayers and lunch. He encouraged me to simply relax and rest. He said the time after lunch was called “napsio divina”. In other words, “time to take a nap.” Sam is eighty five years old, and in December will have been a Benedictine Monk for sixty years. He shared some of his life story with me. He was in the Navy during WW II. During training he was hurrying to catch a bus in order to avoid being late from leave, and thus “put on report,” when he fell and was run over by the back wheels of the bus. His pelvic and hip bones were crushed. He said he should have died, but his mom and dad were praying for him every day by going to daily mass and pray for his safe keeping during the war. He survived. He noted how ironic it was to be saved from battle by being run over by a bus, but many of the young men with whom he trained still perished in the war. A few years later he received word of the death of his best friend back home. It affected him enormously and turned his life toward a church vocation.
The hour went by quickly as he shared his story and encouraged me not only to rest now, but to create for myself a disciplined schedule for prayer. He said to consider time spent with a best friend. He also told me how important the Eucharist (communion) is to him. Unfortunately, that is the one barrier for me. We are close regarding communion, but still very different. They take communion every day here. I’ve about decided to drive into Santa Fe, nearest Disciples church for Sunday service and communion. There is also a United Church of Christ in Santa Fe, but I cannot recall if the UCC takes communion every Sunday.
After my “napsio divina”, I walked for two hours. I even found a walking stick. It’s a keeper. I can’t wait to sand it down and stain it. I followed a path down by the river, and eventually came to a lake. I walked around the lake, enjoyed watching some folks fishing. They were having a good time. I kept my distance so I wouldn’t be tempted to talk. I took their picture from across the lake. They are so small as to be unidentifiable. This evening I enjoyed a wonderful sunset beside the still waters of a pond between the buildings and the river. I read all of Psalm 46, Psalm 23, and a friend’s special paraphrase of Psalm 23. I discovered a river was referenced in Psalm 46 and I thank God for the time beside the still waters.
September 5
Day Five – Friday September 5
Well, I cannot find words to describe, and it’s just too personal to even write about. I’ll just say I had a good heart to heart talk with God last night. That’s enough for now.
I came out of silence at noon today. If any of you were wagering on my ability to stay silent for this entire, week, which would have been foolish in the first place, anyhow those who bet I couldn’t stay completely silent for the week can now place your winnings in the offering plate. Yes, every last nickel of them. At best I maintained two periods of twenty hours each plus one stretch of fifteen hours.
Anyhow, about lunch today: Lunch is a time for talking. Usually not breakfast or supper, but lunch is OK. Well I sat at a table with two women. One was a Benedictine Sister from the Anglican Church, protestant, but dressed in classical nun attire. I introduced myself as a minister in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). The third person at the table said, “Which congregation?” I told her CCC at Enid. And she introduced herself as “Rae” (not sure of spelling) from Western Oaks CC in OKC. She is here because her minister has asked the Elders to consider taking a retreat here. She is here for a few days to see for herself, the Benedictine way. She came through for a weekend a month ago on her way to her cabin in Colorado and is on her way home on Sunday.
This afternoon, I walked through the ruins of ancient pueblos, and the ruins of two Catholic Mission churches at Pecos. The pueblos date back 12,000 years and the Catholic Missions were part of the Spanish Colonial Period. Tonight was a magical night as I stayed out, first by the river, then by the pond closer to the compound, and watched the stars come out. The view is magnificent.
Well, I cannot find words to describe, and it’s just too personal to even write about. I’ll just say I had a good heart to heart talk with God last night. That’s enough for now.
I came out of silence at noon today. If any of you were wagering on my ability to stay silent for this entire, week, which would have been foolish in the first place, anyhow those who bet I couldn’t stay completely silent for the week can now place your winnings in the offering plate. Yes, every last nickel of them. At best I maintained two periods of twenty hours each plus one stretch of fifteen hours.
Anyhow, about lunch today: Lunch is a time for talking. Usually not breakfast or supper, but lunch is OK. Well I sat at a table with two women. One was a Benedictine Sister from the Anglican Church, protestant, but dressed in classical nun attire. I introduced myself as a minister in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). The third person at the table said, “Which congregation?” I told her CCC at Enid. And she introduced herself as “Rae” (not sure of spelling) from Western Oaks CC in OKC. She is here because her minister has asked the Elders to consider taking a retreat here. She is here for a few days to see for herself, the Benedictine way. She came through for a weekend a month ago on her way to her cabin in Colorado and is on her way home on Sunday.
This afternoon, I walked through the ruins of ancient pueblos, and the ruins of two Catholic Mission churches at Pecos. The pueblos date back 12,000 years and the Catholic Missions were part of the Spanish Colonial Period. Tonight was a magical night as I stayed out, first by the river, then by the pond closer to the compound, and watched the stars come out. The view is magnificent.
September 7
Days Six and Seven – September 6-7
I was too tired to write last night, today is about the same. I’ve explored two mountains that are a part of the Benedictine Community. Yesterday, I went up the mountain that is West, across the Pecos River. I made my way to nearly the top (I could see fully in two directions) where I found what I think might be a rock scraper from the ancient natives. Then coming down I found an opening in the fence and a marked path that led me to a white cross with a sacred heart, and to another cross marking a memorial for all those fallen in war. A helmet there appears to be from WW II. The view of the stars tonight revealed the “milkiness” of the Milky Way. I haven’t seen that since childhood. The altitude and lack of city lights make for an ideal view.
Today, Sunday after attending a Disciple Church in Santa Fe, I climbed the mountain to the East in search of Indian ruins that are at the top, but the mountain and the dark clouds (I was climbing via a ravine) got the best of me. Even at that, it was still a two and a half hour hike.
I am planning to leave something behind tomorrow when I depart, a frantic pace of life. Instead of leaving right after breakfast, I’m staying for a Mass which celebrates the birth of Mary, Mother of Jesus. I am told that at this Mass, Brother Andrew will make his “profession” of complete surrender to the Order of Monastic life. And tonight I was invited to stay through lunch which is promised to be “feast” in its own way.
Slow down, you move too fast!
I was too tired to write last night, today is about the same. I’ve explored two mountains that are a part of the Benedictine Community. Yesterday, I went up the mountain that is West, across the Pecos River. I made my way to nearly the top (I could see fully in two directions) where I found what I think might be a rock scraper from the ancient natives. Then coming down I found an opening in the fence and a marked path that led me to a white cross with a sacred heart, and to another cross marking a memorial for all those fallen in war. A helmet there appears to be from WW II. The view of the stars tonight revealed the “milkiness” of the Milky Way. I haven’t seen that since childhood. The altitude and lack of city lights make for an ideal view.
Today, Sunday after attending a Disciple Church in Santa Fe, I climbed the mountain to the East in search of Indian ruins that are at the top, but the mountain and the dark clouds (I was climbing via a ravine) got the best of me. Even at that, it was still a two and a half hour hike.
I am planning to leave something behind tomorrow when I depart, a frantic pace of life. Instead of leaving right after breakfast, I’m staying for a Mass which celebrates the birth of Mary, Mother of Jesus. I am told that at this Mass, Brother Andrew will make his “profession” of complete surrender to the Order of Monastic life. And tonight I was invited to stay through lunch which is promised to be “feast” in its own way.
Slow down, you move too fast!
September 8
DEPARTING THE BENEDICTINE COMMUNITY
It was a little after two this afternoon when I departed from the Pecos Benedictine Community. It was a most unique of all days. This day is marked as the Feast of the Birth of Mary, Mother of Jesus. Additionally, Andrew became Symeon today as he made his profession to the Monastic Order.
Somewhere in heaven I’m sure, Mrs. Danforth, my Latin teacher was smiling down and saying, “See Patrick, I told you that you would need your Latin one day.” It was “high mass” at its best. Most of the Mass was in Latin, and of course in the tradition of the Benedictine Order all of it was Cantor and Response, and Singing of Canticles from alternating sides of the congregation. I have not talked about this before, but every day begins and ends with prayer services, as well as at noon time and they are all in the form of canticle singing of the Psalms and Scripture Readings. The day also includes two times of Lectio Divina, (the silent prayer they have taught me). I will talk about that in days to come.
Following Mass came a huge feast! Since Brother Symeon is a native of Poland, a Polish Feast was prepared. It was indescribably delicious.
I thanked them all for the wonderful hospitality. Hospitality is something I must address soon also. I received a blessing from the Abbot, and a special Benedictine Blessing from Brother Sam, my Spiritual Director.
I will post all of these several thoughts, as soon as I resolve some “security” measures on my computer. Until then, I leave you with the message from this morning’s mass. Brother Steve, Abbot of the Community, concluded his homily (sermon) by quoting the entire song, “Try to Remember the Kind of September”. And his point was so simple, yet so profound, “REMEMBER and FOLLOW!”
It was a little after two this afternoon when I departed from the Pecos Benedictine Community. It was a most unique of all days. This day is marked as the Feast of the Birth of Mary, Mother of Jesus. Additionally, Andrew became Symeon today as he made his profession to the Monastic Order.
Somewhere in heaven I’m sure, Mrs. Danforth, my Latin teacher was smiling down and saying, “See Patrick, I told you that you would need your Latin one day.” It was “high mass” at its best. Most of the Mass was in Latin, and of course in the tradition of the Benedictine Order all of it was Cantor and Response, and Singing of Canticles from alternating sides of the congregation. I have not talked about this before, but every day begins and ends with prayer services, as well as at noon time and they are all in the form of canticle singing of the Psalms and Scripture Readings. The day also includes two times of Lectio Divina, (the silent prayer they have taught me). I will talk about that in days to come.
Following Mass came a huge feast! Since Brother Symeon is a native of Poland, a Polish Feast was prepared. It was indescribably delicious.
I thanked them all for the wonderful hospitality. Hospitality is something I must address soon also. I received a blessing from the Abbot, and a special Benedictine Blessing from Brother Sam, my Spiritual Director.
I will post all of these several thoughts, as soon as I resolve some “security” measures on my computer. Until then, I leave you with the message from this morning’s mass. Brother Steve, Abbot of the Community, concluded his homily (sermon) by quoting the entire song, “Try to Remember the Kind of September”. And his point was so simple, yet so profound, “REMEMBER and FOLLOW!”
Monday, September 1, 2008
Day One
I’ve arrived at my room in Amarillo. Tomorrow I will travel on to the Benedictine Community at Pecos and hope to enter silence tomorrow (Tuesday) night.
Question: Are you allowed to Blog while you are in silence? If you can blog, what about email? Have the contemplatives entered the www? I don’t even know if I will have Internet access there. But while it will be interesting to ask them, I’ve decided that this blog, if it is like journaling, is permissible. Email and Internet Surfing are a violation of “silence” in my thinking. It would be the same as talking and watching TV. With that in mind, tonight I’m watching my last football until I depart the Community next Monday.
Beginning this Sabbatical was more emotional than I had anticipated. Saying goodbye to my Covenant family brought some near tears from me and I think I saw a few tears among Covenant friends. Many told me they will miss me. I know I am blest and thank God for ministry with this special church family. I felt both anxious and numb yesterday afternoon. Anxious like getting ready to go off to camp and numb from the reality that I was given permission to relax for an extended time. Though I appear calm and collected, my red cheeks tend to give away that relaxation is something I am still learning and it will be good for me.
And yes, saying goodbye to Linda for just this week was emotional for both of us. God has blest us so richly over the years and we do so much together. What a blessing the World Convention in Nashville was for us this summer. Maybe I should look at this as a field training exercise for spiritual health.
Before signing off I have three major prayer requests. First, please join me in continued prayer for Laura Cook. http://www.lauracook.info/What_s_New.html Today is day 20 for her at Children’s Hospital in Little Rock, Ark. Laura is in a step-down from ICU unit. She is in strict isolation because her immune system is completely down and still suffers from swelling in her brain and needing oxygen for her lungs. Laura is the 23 year old daughter of Miles and Trela Cook, Miles is minister of Park Hill Christian Church in Little Rock.
Second, Noah Isaac Brown, born last Wednesday night (August 27). Though full-term his ability to breath is still developing. He was life-flighted to Oklahoma Children’s Hospital on Friday. His condition is stable and improving as of late Sunday afternoon.
Third, pray for all those affected by Hurricane Gustav. I served the church in Lafayette, La. From 1980 to 1985 and still have many friends there. The evening news said that Gustav was a category one when it crossed Lafayette. We remember a category one when we lived there. Power was out for the better part of a week and there were lots of areas flooded and extensive tree damage. In her work, my daughter Christina, a paramedic for EMSA in OKC, transported a patient from the evacuee shelter to a hospital today. OKC was preparing for 400 evacuees yesterday. By this morning there were 1,800 there, most from New Orleans. Pray for the residents of the Caribbean, all the residents of the Gulf Coast, the emergency personnel working throughout it all, and for those still in the storms path for possible widespread flooding.
Grace and peace from Amarillo, Texas.
Question: Are you allowed to Blog while you are in silence? If you can blog, what about email? Have the contemplatives entered the www? I don’t even know if I will have Internet access there. But while it will be interesting to ask them, I’ve decided that this blog, if it is like journaling, is permissible. Email and Internet Surfing are a violation of “silence” in my thinking. It would be the same as talking and watching TV. With that in mind, tonight I’m watching my last football until I depart the Community next Monday.
Beginning this Sabbatical was more emotional than I had anticipated. Saying goodbye to my Covenant family brought some near tears from me and I think I saw a few tears among Covenant friends. Many told me they will miss me. I know I am blest and thank God for ministry with this special church family. I felt both anxious and numb yesterday afternoon. Anxious like getting ready to go off to camp and numb from the reality that I was given permission to relax for an extended time. Though I appear calm and collected, my red cheeks tend to give away that relaxation is something I am still learning and it will be good for me.
And yes, saying goodbye to Linda for just this week was emotional for both of us. God has blest us so richly over the years and we do so much together. What a blessing the World Convention in Nashville was for us this summer. Maybe I should look at this as a field training exercise for spiritual health.
Before signing off I have three major prayer requests. First, please join me in continued prayer for Laura Cook. http://www.lauracook.info/What_s_New.html Today is day 20 for her at Children’s Hospital in Little Rock, Ark. Laura is in a step-down from ICU unit. She is in strict isolation because her immune system is completely down and still suffers from swelling in her brain and needing oxygen for her lungs. Laura is the 23 year old daughter of Miles and Trela Cook, Miles is minister of Park Hill Christian Church in Little Rock.
Second, Noah Isaac Brown, born last Wednesday night (August 27). Though full-term his ability to breath is still developing. He was life-flighted to Oklahoma Children’s Hospital on Friday. His condition is stable and improving as of late Sunday afternoon.
Third, pray for all those affected by Hurricane Gustav. I served the church in Lafayette, La. From 1980 to 1985 and still have many friends there. The evening news said that Gustav was a category one when it crossed Lafayette. We remember a category one when we lived there. Power was out for the better part of a week and there were lots of areas flooded and extensive tree damage. In her work, my daughter Christina, a paramedic for EMSA in OKC, transported a patient from the evacuee shelter to a hospital today. OKC was preparing for 400 evacuees yesterday. By this morning there were 1,800 there, most from New Orleans. Pray for the residents of the Caribbean, all the residents of the Gulf Coast, the emergency personnel working throughout it all, and for those still in the storms path for possible widespread flooding.
Grace and peace from Amarillo, Texas.
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