Terry and I are heading off on our Alaska trip. We'll fly to Vancouver where we'll board the ship and then spend a week cruising the coastline of Alaska. We'll dock at Whittier, Alaska and take the train to Denali for a few days. We'll then go by bus …oh, I mean motor coach… to Anchorage and fly home.
It's been a long time, if ever, that we've taken a vacation this long. It will be a new experience for me with my scaled-back camera approach. We've been on cruises before, but on older ships. This will be our first cruise on a newer ship.
As for blogging and Facebook, we'll see what happens. Princess says the on-board satellite internet is slow, and, I suspect, it is expensive as well. Still, I would like to share the occasional photo and a personal reflection now and again. I'm going to play it by ear. I'm thinking I'll need a week to recover and reorient after the trip, so don't expect to see a daily blog here again until Monday 6 June.
But I trust I'll be in touch intermittently between now and then, either via Facebook or here.
One of my all-time favorites. And this is a superb performance!
Writing about "You Have Come to the Lakeshore" last week made me think about other sacred music I love. So today and tomorrow I'm going to share a couple more with you.
Today: that great Ralph Vaughn Williams anthem, Hail Thee Festival Day.
I was going to call this entry "cooking ennui," but it really isn't that. I still love getting into the kitchen, putting on the apron, and rolling up my sleeves. If I think of something to cook, or Terry asks for something, or an improvisation pops into my mind, I'm totally there.
What I can't get into is pulling out the netbook and finding a recipe to follow. Or getting all those backlogged recipes into the netbook. My backlog is actually worse than it was in January.
I'm not going to stress about it. Perhaps the great food on our Alaska trip will get me back into the recipe thing.
I have to share one more from Peter Gomes, again from The Scandalous Gospel of Jesus.
|Jesus does not ask us to behave as he did; he asks us to behave as we ought—which is why
asking “What would Jesus have me do?” is far riskier than asking what Jesus himself would do.
It might very well be as Thomas Merton writes: “It seems to me that I have greater peace
and am closer to God when I am not ‘trying to be a contemplative,’ or trying to be anything special,
but simply orienting my life fully and completely towards what seems to be required
of a man like me at a time like this.”
"…orienting my life fully and completely towards what seems to be required of a [person] like me at a time like this." Did he really begin that clause with "simply"?
Sounds pretty darn tough if you ask me!
We're in Lectionary Year A, and Matthew can be harsh, big time. But one of the oddities of the lectionary as delivered to us by the "lectionary elves" (I love that term!) is that the one time in the three year cycle we get the Emmaus story from Luke on Sunday morning is Easter 3, Year A, the year of Matthew.
It's my favorite Gospel story, and I love the way it describes how Christ can be there with us. It was such a delight to hear it read yesterday morning.
New insight for me this year, courtesy of Father Phil. In this passage Christ is revealed in the Word (as they walked along the road) and in the Meal (as he broke the bread after they reached the village), just as He was revealed in the Word and in the Meal in the life of the early church, and just as he is in our liturgical worship today.
Here's to Emmaus, once again.
Back in 2007 I wrote about the song "You Have Come to the Lakeshore" and asked that if anyone knew of a recording of it to please let me know. I never got any responses. Until last Sunday. The person commenting, one Debi, must have found my entry while googling the song. She suggested I check YouTube. Sure enough, there are several versions there. Here's one of them, which I share not necessarily because it is the best, but because it includes the lyrics.
The attribution of the composer at the beginning is somewhat mangled. The copyright is by Cesáreo Gabaráin in 1979, but there seems to be some question as to whether it is really his work. In any case it is a beautiful song, and I love the message.