7.14.2024 – His final word is

His final word is
not of anger, but of love
rests His case in love

Adapted from the Oxford NIV Schofield Bible Notes for the verse, Zephaniah 3:17.

The verse reads:

The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”

The New Schofield Note reads: (3:17) For the Lord’s own, His final word is not of anger, as with the unbelieving nations, but of love, as expressed in this beautiful verse.

When it comes to His people, chastised and forgiven, the LORD rests His case in love and rejoicing.

I was early in embracing the online Bible.

I was part of the team that put the NIV Bible online.

I was the web guy for Zondervan Publishing and we were working with an early Web Group that was set to help churches get online.

They named their company Gospelcom.

But they came up with their name a little early in the game so their website ended up being gospelcom.com.

Once we got the NIV text online, the President of Zondervan came to my office in the Corporate Library where I worked and asked just how much of the NIV was available online.

He had been assured that users could see only one chapter of text at a time.

I introduced him to the “*” wildcard search that returned the complete text of the entire Bible.

Then I clicked SELECT ALL and COPY and pasted the text into a Word Document and said, “It’s mine now.”

He ran out yelling something about having to stop this and I didn’t have the heart to tell him, it was too late, internet wise.

Of late I have gone back to bringing a printed Bible to church.

I have a hardcover Oxford NIV Schofield Bible that I picked up when I worked in a bookstore back in the 1980’s.

There was something about using an NIV Bible that wasn’t printed by Zondervan.

My Dad always liked the Schofield notes and he asked me to get him copy as well.

I brought one home and he took it and sat at the dining room table and opened the front cover and on the inside cover, with a strong hand, he signed it Robert P. Hoffman and he used that Bible the rest of his life.

Using a printed Bible, I noticed that I noticed a lot more of the Bible when I read it.

The apps and the NIV Bible Gateway that replaced Gosepelcom shows you the requested text but with a printed Bible open on your lap you get to see two pages worth of verses.

I found I miss that a lot.

This morning, the sermon was out of Haggai.

I was listening to the sermon on Verse 1:5 Now this is what the Lord Almighty says: “Give careful thought to your ways. You have planted much, but harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it.”

And my eyes wandered over to the notes at the bottom on the page that read: “His final word is not of anger, as with the unbelieving nations, but of love, as expressed in this beautiful verse.”

Then I read the last words of the book of Zephaniah:

… I will bring you home.
I will give you honor and praise
    among all the peoples of the earth
when I restore your fortunes
    before your very eyes,”
says the Lord.

… when I restore your fortunes before your very eyes.

As the note says, beautiful verses.

7.13.2024 – no more gimmicks, lies

no more gimmicks, lies
self-serving self-obsession …
elected to serve!

From the opinion piece, The arrogant, reckless Tory government left behind a mountain of mess. In one week, we’ve begun to clear it by newly elected Brit PM Keir Starmer where Mr. Starmer writes, “Now is the time for politics as public service.

A government committed not to its self-preservation but to uniting the country in the shared mission of national renewal.

The start of the road back to restoring people’s hope and faith that politics can be a force for good.

No more gimmicks, lies and self-serving self-obsession – this government knows we have a duty to the people we are elected to serve.”

In the book Shattered: Inside Hillary Clinton’s Doomed Campaign (Crown, New YorK, 2017) Jonathan Allen writes, “Interestingly, both Bill and Hillary were paying attention to British politics. In 2015, when conservatives thrashed the liberal Labour Party, Hillary confided in aides that former prime minister Tony Blair had predicted to her that the left would lose if it ran a “base” election. She appeared to worry about being drawn too far to the left, rather than seeing the conservative takeover as an affirmation of nationalistic populism. Bill believed the push for Brexit—and its eventual approval by voters— showed a strong contempt for existing power structures that reflected the mood of the American electorate. You guys are underestimating the significance of Brexit, he told Brooklyn and his own advisers over and over.”

Maybe once again, our Brit cousins are pointed a path.

7.12.2024 – making people doubt

making people doubt
accurate perception
of reality

From the passage:

Behavior like this has a name: gaslighting, a form of psychological manipulation that involves making people doubt their own, accurate perception of reality. If the term has gotten a workout in recent years, that’s because a lot of people are engaging in it. The right-wing justices have become masters of the form, telling the American people again and again not to believe what they see with their own eyes.

In the Opinion Piece, “The Supreme Court Is Gaslighting Us All” By Jesse Wegman in the New York Times, July 12, 2024.

When I was a kid growing up in Grand Rapids, Michigan, my siblings and I would often badger our Dad into taking us downtown to the Grand Rapids Public Museum.

The Museum had a whale skeleton, a hall of mammals filled with stuffed moose and elk and The Gaslight Village.

The Gaslight Village was a recreated main street of Grand Rapids as it might have appeared in the 1880’s and it was lit by gaslight.

It wasn’t much looking back, maybe 200 yards of street but it was cool.

The roadbed was of sawed off round pieces of logs and there was a horse drawn tram car with tracks and both sides of the street were lined with store fronts from the 1880s.

And it was dark!

Gaslight when you got right down to it, didn’t give much light.

Gaslight Village was contained in one big building so the street started and ended at wall.

As I remember it, one entrance was designed to make it feel that even though you walked through double doors, you entered the street from a covered bridge over the river.

The other end was a painted perspective of the town with the sides of a few buildings and the road way disappearing into the middle distance.

The painting was pretty good and it didn’t take much imagination to pretend you were going to continue walking down the main street.

That is until, despite what you perceived as the road continuing on, you walked smack into a wall.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

7.11.2024 – go down to the shore

go down to the shore
in the morning – excuse me
I have work to do

Based on the poem I Go Down To The Shore by Mary Oliver.

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.

In an interview quoted in Wikipedia, Mary Oliver said, “[I] go off to my woods, my ponds, my sun-filled harbor, no more than a blue comma on the map of the world but, to me, the emblem of everything.”

I drive towards the Atlantic Coast when I go in to the office for work.

I end up a couple blocks from the coast line.

In the grand scheme of maps of the United States, my desk is a line, a razor’s edge away from the ocean and the waves that, depending on the hour, that are rolling in or moving out.

Not miserable but plaintive, I say as I park my car, what shall, what should I do?

I stand and I listen.

Some mornings I can hear the waves.

And the sea says in its lovely voice, “Excuse me, I have work to do … too.

7.10.2024 – life indelible

life indelible
summertime, oh summertime,
summer without end

Summertime, oh summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweet fern and the juniper forever and ever, summer without end; this was the background, and the life along the shore was the design, the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp and the paths leading back to the outhouses and the can of lime for sprinkling, and at the souvenir counters at the store the miniature birch-bark canoes and the post cards that showed things looking a little better than they looked. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat …

From Once More to the Lake, as published in Essays of E.B. White by E. B. White, New York, Harper Colophon Books, 1979.

In his forward to the book of essays, Mr. White writes, “The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest. He is a fellow who thoroughly enjoys his work, just as people who take bird walks enjoy theirs. Each new excursion of the essayist, each new “attempt,” differs from the last and takes him into new country. This delights him. Only a person who is congenitally self -centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays.”

Sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.

Is that not fabulous?

And spot on for all these goofy essays that seem to spill off of my keyboard.

Now here is the odd thing.

I hate to type.

I will go to the greatest lengths imaginable to find a bit of text that I can copy and paste rather than type myself.

I had it in mind to use this bit of story, Once More to the Lake by Mr. White.

But far be it from me to want to retype the the text I wanted so I searched for something I could copy which led me to an electronic copy of the Essay’s of Mr. White which led me to re-read his forward to the essays which led me to copy and past that little bit of text from the forward I just quoted.

In doing so, the word belief in the phrase sustained by the childish belief was copied as the word behef or sustained by the childish behef.

Spell check tossed it out so I looked it up.

Maybe behef was a word the Mr. White selected as a bit of word play.

The closest word I could find was from the Middle English and that behef was a variation of the word biheve (according to the online dictionary of Middle English available from the University of Michigan which as an institution has been working on the Dictionary of Middle English for as long as I can remember) which is an adjective meaning of things: needed; beneficial; appropriate, fitting.

Things needed, beneficial, appropriate and fitting.

I love that.

Though closer inspection did prove that the word Mr. White wanted was belief, I like the sentence very much with behef.

The sentence could have read, Sustained by the childish need that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest which is altogether beneficial, appropriate and fitting.

Summertime, oh summertime.

Summer without end.

Needed, beneficial, appropriate and fitting.

Life indelible.

BTW – the photo above is of my sister Lisa along the shore of Lake Michigan was taken by my Father sometime in the late 1960’s.

My family has had a long association with the West Michigan artist Armond Merizon.

This photo could have been painted by him.

Life indelible.