a gift eternal

I enjoyed listening to Steven Charleston’s sermons via podcast when he was the assistant bishop of the Diocese of California and he would preach at Grace Cathedral. Thanks to Susan Russell for sharing this and allowing me to connect with Steven on Facebook.

Did the minds behind the hands that raised Stonehenge imagine their reality would go on forever? Did the citizens of Sumer or Chichen Itza or Harrppa believe theirs was the way the world would stay? Each culture claims its moment. Each age assumes reality. But even the foreheads of nations are marked with the ashes of time. Do not despair, Ozymandias, for loss of the ephemeral. Even the Pleiades may be passing, but the God who spins the seasons and knits the threads of time will offer a gift eternal to let love the last Word be.


Social media and my behavior

When I converted to Facebook timeline I thought my page looked really ugly due to all the check-in’s in proportion to other content. So I stopped, for the most part, doing check-in’s.

Then I had to ask myself, “What’s with that?” I don’t know if anyone even looks at my Facebook page. And why am I letting Facebook dictate what I do?


the Presiding Bishop on science and religion

Really good stuff! Thanks to Ann Fontaine.

The video is here.


it gets better at BYU

This brought tears to my eyes and gave me chills. Thanks to Joanna Brooks at Religion Dispatches.


Sacred Music Friday: Hail Thee Festival Day

Easter 2009 at St. John’s, Detroit


prayer

I don’t generally look to the Writer’s Almanac as a source of spiritual insight, but I have to say that this got my attention. Particularly these days as I have been focusing on developing and practicing patience.

Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage

I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here

among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.

The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?

My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.

Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

—“Prayer” by Marie Howe, from The Kingdom of Ordinary Time. © W. W. Norton & Company, 2008.


a word usage quibble

I was delighted when the trail along the flood control canal opened several months ago. It really makes my walks much more enjoyable. But the first thing I noticed was this sign on the gate to the portion of the trail that goes under the street.

There is nothing wrong with the sign grammatically. But there is a usage problem here. “Closed for flooding,” implies that the flooding is being done deliberately. It’s not. The gate is there to be closed when heavy rains make that portion unsafe for walking. (Didn’t happen this year!) It should say, “Closed due to flooding,” which suggests what is really intended here.

I’m being picky, yes. But I’m just sayin’….