12.26.2023 – are those miracles

are those miracles
you affirm wrought formerly,
wrought no longer? Why?

Why, they say, are those miracles, which you affirm were wrought formerly, wrought no longer?

I might, indeed, reply that miracles were necessary before the world believed, in order that it might believe.

And whoever now-a-days demands to see prodigies that he may believe, is himself a great prodigy, because he does not believe, though the whole world does.

From City of God by Augustine (XXII.8-Page_488)

Why are there no more miracles?

Are there no more miracles?

Maybe I should ask, what is a miracle?

The online dictionary says it means, “… a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.”

I am not God.

That isn’t much of headline but worth noting.

Because if I were God it would be miracle that I didn’t revisit the Noah story with the idea of looking for a way around the promise of the rainbow.

If I were God and read that there had been a promise along with the rainbow that the world would never again be destroyed … in this way (by a flood), I would figure I had a whole lot of other ways at my command.

That I didn’t call up something to destroy the world every day for the disappointments the people of the world caused me, THAT would be a miracle.

… maybe it is.

God holds back and everyday the sun comes up.

Maybe that is the miracle, the surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and must therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency, behind the sunrise.

A daily something to believe in.

12.25.2023 – getting back to where

getting back to where
the Christmas Story began …
back to … Ephesus

Most of folks know that Jesus was born in Bethlehem over in the old country.

Most folks know the connection between Jesus and Christmas.

The reason for the season and all that.

We read this year that due to the conflict in Gaza, Bethlehem was closed this Christmas.

No one could get to where the Christmas story took place.

But could they get to where the Christmas story started?

I mean the start, the origin, of the story of the Christmas.

When, where was it first told?

If we go to the book of Luke, Luke records the story of Christmas and the angels and the shepherds and then he writes, Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

I think it was Mary who told Luke the story.

Who else had all those facts and names and places in their head?

Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

To get the story from Mary I think that Luke traveled to the city of Ephesus where tradition has it that Mary lived with her nephew, the disciple, John.

I am going to keep that in mind next year.

I am going to recommend that folks travel to the birthplace of the Christmas story.

To Ephesus.

‘Adoration Of The Shepherds’, Rembrandt, 1646

12.24.2023 – path this year felt quite …

path this year felt quite …
bumpy … small steps can make a
world of difference

Of course, at the heart of the Christmas story lies the birth of a child: a seemingly small and insignificant step overlooked by many in Bethlehem. But in time, through his teaching and by his example, Jesus Christ would show the world how small steps taken in faith and in hope can overcome long-held differences and deep-seated divisions to bring harmony and understanding. Many of us already try to follow in his footsteps. The path, of course, is not always smooth, and may at times this year have felt quite bumpy, but small steps can make a world of difference.

As Christmas dawned, church congregations around the world joined in singing It Came Upon the Midnight Clear. Like many timeless carols, it speaks not just of the coming of Jesus Christ into a divided world, many years ago, but also of the relevance, even today, of the angels’ message of peace and goodwill.

It’s a timely reminder of what positive things can be achieved when people set aside past differences and come together in the spirit of friendship and reconciliation. And, as we all look forward to the start of a new decade, it’s worth remembering that it is often the small steps, not the giant leaps, that bring about the most lasting change.

From the Queen’s Christmas Speech, December 25, 2019.

It’s worth remembering that it is often the small steps, not the giant leaps, that bring about the most lasting change.

I like that.

I am reminded of Arlo Guthrie and the way he talked his way though his shows.

I remember a gentle reminisce of Mr. Guthrie’s as he sat has the keyboard at a concert from 1993 (Live at Wolftrap, August 8, 1993.) and he said this:

If the world was perfect and everybody had money, everybody drove BMWs or something, nobody was homeless, nobody ever got sick, everything was wonderful, everybody was smart and everyone was happy all the time you would have to go an awful long way out of your way to make a difference in this world.

You would have to do a whole hell of a lot to try and improve the way it was …

BUT IN WORLD THAT SUCKS …

Like this one …

You don’t have to do very much at all. There was never a time in the history of the world where you go do so little and get so much done.

That’s right.

You can do more with a little smile, just hold somebody, say hello to somebody or just feel good by yourself even when you don’t feel like feeling good.

As the Queen put it, “The path, of course, is not always smooth, and may at times this year have felt quite bumpy, but small steps can make a world of difference.

12.23.2023 – for one night be a

for one night be a
brightly-lighted island of
happiness and peace

On December 7, 1941, Pearl Harbor was attacked.

The next day, the President went to Congress and asked for a declaration of war against the Empire of Japan and the United States was in a war with Great Britain against Japan and Japan alone.

The next day, for reasons no one understands to this day, Germany declared war on the United States.

The United States was now in a war with Great Britain against Japan and Germany.

Two weeks later, Winston Churchill was at the White House to meet with Franklin Roosevelt.

At dusk on Christmas Eve, The President lit the National Christmas tree on a live radio broadcast.

The President then turned the microphone over to Mr. Churhchill.

This is what he said.

I spend this anniversary and festival far from my country, far from my family, yet I cannot truthfully say that I feel far from home. Whether it be the ties of blood on my mother’s side, or the friendships I have developed here over many years of active life, or the commanding sentiment of comradeship in the common cause of great peoples who speak the same language, who kneel at the same altars and, to a very large extent, pursue the same ideals, I cannot feel myself a stranger here in the centre and at the summit of the United States. I feel a sense of unity and fraternal association which, added to the kindliness of your welcome, convinces me that I have a right to sit at your fireside and share your Christmas joys.

This is a strange Christmas Eve. Almost the whole world is locked in deadly struggle, and, with the most terrible weapons which science can devise, the nations advance upon each other. Ill would it be for us this Christmastide if we were not sure that no greed for the land or wealth of any other people, no vulgar ambition, no morbid lust for material gain at the expense of others, had led us to the field. Here, in the midst of war, raging and roaring over all the lands and seas, creeping nearer to our hearts and homes, here, amid all the tumult, we have tonight the peace of the spirit in each cottage home and in every generous heart. Therefore we may cast aside for this night at least the cares and dangers which beset us, and make for the children an evening of happiness in a world of storm. Here, then, for one night only, each home throughout the English-speaking world should be a brightly-lighted island of happiness and peace.

Let the children have their night of fun and laughter. Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures before we turn again to the stern task and the formidable years that lie before us, resolved that, by our sacrifice and daring, these same children shall not be robbed of their inheritance or denied their right to live in a free and decent world.

And so, in God’s mercy, a happy Christmas to you all.

You can listen to it here …

12.22.2023 – every person’s

every person’s
heart on Earth burns the spark of
luminous goodness

Calibogue Sound looking towards Hilton Head Island, Noonish on the Winter Solstice – 2023

The dark shadow of space leans over us. . . . .
We are mindful that the darkness of greed, exploitation, and hatred
also lengthens its shadow over our small planet Earth.
As our ancestors feared death and evil and all the dark powers of winter,
we fear that the darkness of war, discrimination, and selfishness
may doom us and our planet to an eternal winter.

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.

In the heart of every person on this Earth
burns the spark of luminous goodness;
in no heart is there total darkness.
May we who have celebrated this winter solstice,
by our lives and service, by our prayers and love,
call forth from one another the light and the love
that is hidden in every heart.

A Winter Solstice Prayer by Edward Hayes

I feel bad as I took the photograph of the sun on the water at the right place at the right time and I needed the google to find an appropriate poem.

So I hammered the two things together.

I am not sure who Edward Hayes is?

Maybe he has a blog and writes poems all day and publishes them to world to be read … or not.

I can see it happening.

This line isn’t bad.

May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another

and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.

As I work in web work I kind of like it.

Not bad.

Ever see the movie Reuben, Reuben?

I watched as Julius Epstein gave an interview once and said it was his favorite movie of his.

Mr. Epstein and his brother Mr. Epstein are two of the people credited with the achievement otherwise known as the screen play for the movie, Casablanca.

There was also the feller who wrote the book, “Everybody Comes to Ricks“.

Aside from that one line from the title, nothing else has anything to do with the movie.

The Epstein Brothers worked with a feller named Howard Koch who apparently was never in the same room with the Epstein Brothers.

Then there was the producer, Hal Wallis.

And the Director, Michael “Next time I send a son-of-a-bitch, I go myself’ Curitz.

I think all of them claim to have come up with the line, “Louie this looks the beginning of a …”


But I digress.

In Rueben, Rueben a down and out Irish poet, full of despair, (all his teeth have been damaged by a Dentist whose wife he compromised) is about to hang himself when he recites of bit of verse and realizes he still has poems yet to write.

Then a dog bursts into the room and jumps up on the poet, knocking him off the ladder he was standing on and, well, you can work out the rest.

What kind of Christmas Haiku is this?

That’s the problem I guess when writing at work in a few stolen moments with the sun shinning outside and me not outside even though its a freezing 50 degrees out there.

Right, the poem.

The poem wasn’t bad.

Free association is free but what of association?

Thank goodness that was the shortest day of the year.