Iron Mountain ski jump

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Monday, September 17, 2012

HELEN GOES TO MARS


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CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith For the Years of Winter…
 
 
Arcola, IL friend Jane Jenkins sent Helen a link to watch, “How the rover got to mars.” Below is Helen’s reply. I asked her if I could share it more widely, and she agreed. It seems very appropriate
as winter comes on.
 
 
Thank you, Jane. I enjoyed this. As I watched it, I marveled at how the spaceship was designed to eject some of its parts periodically as their task was finished. It hit me that that is similar to people at our age. Many of the parts of my life have served their purpose and I have ejected them (physically, my gall bladder and uterus are examples, though I guess I could still use the gall bladder, but I don’t miss it). In other areas, I find myself constantly working to edit my possessions, interests, and activities. I just don’t have the energy to do everything I once did, so I must make choices and set priorities. I once read an article about moving into a small retirement apartment. The author, talking about what furniture to keep, said, “Keep the best pieces and the best memories.” I thought that was pretty good advice.
 
I’m paring down my clothes and getting rid of the “mistakes” I’ve bought and kept for years without wearing. Sometimes I look around the room I’m in and think about what furniture, pictures, etc. I would keep if we were moving to smaller quarters. This morning I’ve been potting up a few plants from the deck to bring in for the winter (parsley and chives), throwing away some that are spent, and setting out a few new, cool weather things that will stay there through the snow of winter (mums and flowering kale). I call them my “winter garden.” The deck looks so much nicer in winter with snow-covered plants than with everything cleared off. Even there, I guess I’m keeping the best pieces and the best memories.
 
Love and good memories to you,
Helen

 
JRMcF
 
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Sunday, September 2, 2012

STRUTTIN' WITH JESUS

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CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a place of winter For the Years of Winter…
 
STRUTTIN’ WITH SOME BREAD AND WINE
 
I wrote this with jazz worship services especially in mind.
 
To the tune of STRUTTIN’ WITH SOME BARBECUE, by Lil Hardin Armstrong [1898-1971], Louis Armstrong’s piano player and 2nd wife.
 
Barbecue in hipster jive was a good looking woman, so when Louis was “struttin’ with some barbecue,” he was struttin’ with the song’s composer.
 
It may seem strange to think of Jesus struttin’, but the word barbeque comes from a Native American word meaning “sacred.”
 
Remember John 10:10, where Jesus says, “I’m here; let’s party,” which means that the point of life is to have a good time, to go struttin’, not to show off, but to show up, on the side of those whose life is not abundant. A truly good time is a time of joy, not just pleasure. Joy comes in wholeness, when everyone has a chance to march in the struttin’ parade. The point is not to get to heaven but that God’s kingdom might come on earth. [Matthew 6:10]
 
The “meek,” who shall “inherit the earth,” [Matthew 5:5] are not the weak, as that word has come to imply, but the humble, those who are not proud in the ways of the world, not those who are proud of worldly wealth and power and success, but the humble who know that “It is God who has made us, and not we ourselves.” [Psalm 100:3]

 
 
Struttin’ with some bread and wine
With Jesus and his friends we’ll dine
Feeding on the word divine
Struttin’ with some bread and wine
 
Struttin’ with the low and meek
It’s our inheritance we seek
Into heaven we’ll just peek
Struttin’ with the low and meek
 
Struttin’ with those left behind
Struttin’ with the man born blind [John 9:1-41]
It’s our inheritance we’ll find
Struttin’ with those left behind
 
Struttin’ toward those pearly gates
Hurry, friend, let’s don’t be late
Leave behind those earthly hates
Struttin’ toward those pearly gates
 
Struttin’ in my heavenly shoes
Singin’ loud the Jesus blues
‘cause I’ve paid earth’s union dues
Struttin’ in my heavenly shoes
 
Struttin’ with some bread and wine
With Jesus and his friends we’ll dine
Feeding on the word divine
Struttin’ with some bread and wine
 
© John Robert McFarland, 2012
 
The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer!
 
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{I also write the fictional “Periwinkle Chronicles” blog. One needs a rather strange sense of humor to enjoy it, but occasionally it is slightly funny. It is at http://periwinklechronicles.blogspot.com/}