O Magnum Mysterium, Morten Lauridsen, Kings College. It’s really a piece for Christmas Midnight Mass, but take a moment out of this long season of green and enjoy it.
I recently wrote about how I saw Miss Manners as a Buddhist, given her propensity for advising people to get past their egos. She has another great quality too: non-judgment. Miss Manners does not make value judgments on people’s lifestyles. She simply advises on the proper social protocol given the situation.
Someone recently asked her how to go about inviting people in a polyamorous relationship to a gathering. Miss Manners replies that “etiquette does not attempt to pinpoint what goes on in a household when company is not expected,” and then simply spells out the proper way to address the envelope containing the invitation.
I do love Miss Manners.
This video from Minnesota Catholics for Marriage Equality is marvelous. It performs the dual role of speaking out against the Catholic church’s position on homosexuality and objecting to the Minnesota ballot proposition that would ban same-sex marriage. Bravo!
Thanks to Jim Naughton at Episcopal Cafe for this.
We have had good tomato years, but that has not been the case recently. Here it is late September and we have had one tomato from a garden that includes two tomato plants. It never turned from green to red. Last year was much the same. Though I think we may have had two tomatoes, neither of which turned red.
I’m not sure what the problem is, but I miss my homegrown tomatoes.
I was talking to my spiritual director about beating myself up when a memory arose about something I’d done years ago. She reminded me, “It’s done.” So move on.
It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
What has not been done has not been done;
let it be.
That is so perfect. The only caveat for me is that doesn’t let me off the hook for doing the undone things I’m able to do the next day.
Nonetheless, it’s an important lesson for me to let go of things done.
From the Anglican church in Wrea Green, a village in West Lancashire between Blackpool and Kirkham.
My favorite of the Eucharistic prayers is Eucharistic Prayer C. That’s the one that says:
At your command all things came to be: the vast expanse of
interstellar space, galaxies, suns, the planets in their courses,
and this fragile earth, our island home.
In talking to my spiritual director last week she pointed me to another passage of this payer. It was the passage that says:
Deliver us from the presumption of coming to this Table for solace only, and not for strength; for pardon only, and not for renewal.
I wish we used Prayer C more often at St. John’s, because my spiritual director is right. It’s something I need to remember.
I’ll work on it.