Thursday, March 22, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
As I anticipate Easter, which represents Resurrection Morning for those of us whose lives have been changed by our acknowledgement of the death and resurrection of Christ, I'd like to share the following meditation by John Cumming, based on the above verses in the book of John.
Amidst the absorbing scenes of the cross, Jesus recollects that Mary, his mother, would now be desolate. He thinks of finding for her an earthly home whilst he is paying, by his blood, the awful price of her everlasting home. He thinks of a thing so minute that an ordinary sufferer would never have had time to recollect it. And whilst engaged in a tragedy so grand that all eternity will commemorate it, he turns aside for one moment to thin of an incident so minute that one wonders that he thought it worth his while to take notice of it at all.
And yet, how like God was it, who descends in nature to polish the wing of a beetle, or to powder the wing of a butterfly, or to shape the sting of a bee, with a precision, a beauty, an exquisite care, as great as if he had nothing else to do in the world but to accomplish these tiny and beautiful processes....God, speaking from the ends of the earth shows that minute things and magnificent things are equally his care; God, speaking from the cross, shows that the purchase of an eternal home for a lost race, and the providing of a temporary home for a suffering mother, were equally within the reach of his regards, equally occupying his heart, and engaging his sympathy.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
As I read the following short article by John Marks Templeton, entitled "Laws of the Spirit" from the March/April 2007 edition of The Saturday Evening Post, I was impressed by how much richer my own life experience is when I think beyond "the all important" ME, and desire instead to bless others by my choices and behavior.
Laws of the Spirit
Happiness comes from spiritual wealth, not material wealth. Happiness is always a by-product, never a product. Happiness comes from giving, not getting. If we pursue happiness for ourselves, it will always elude us. If we try hard to bring happiness to others, we cannot stop it from coming to us also. The more we try to give it away, the more it comes back to us multiplied. If we try to grasp happiness, it always escapes us; if we try to hand it out to others, it sticks to our hands like glue.
The more love we give away, the more we have left. The laws of love differ from the laws of arithmetic. Love hoarded dwindles, but love given grows. If we give all our love, we will have more left than he who saves some. Giving love, not receiving, is important; but when we give with no thought of receiving, we automatically and inescapably receive abundantly. Heaven is a "by-product" of love. When we say "I love you," we mean that "a little of God's love flows from me to you." But, thereby, we do not love less, but more, for in flowing the quantity is magnified. God's love is infinite and is directed equally to each person, but it seems to gain intensity when directed to sinners. This is the wonder and mystery of it, that when we love God we get an enormous increase in the quantity flowing through us to others.
It is better (more blessed, according to the Beatitudes) to give than to receive. Giving is a sign of psychological and spiritual maturity. There are few diseases so childish and so deadly as the "gimmies," a disease that separates us from friends and from God and that shrinks the soul. The secret of success is giving, not getting. To get joy we must give it and to keep joy we must scatter it. The greatest charity is to help a person change from being a receiver to being a giver.
Loneliness is the punishment for those who want to get, not give. Helping others is the cure for loneliness. If we feel lonely, we are probably self-centered. If we feel unloved, we are probably unloving. If we love only ourselves, we may be the only person to love us. Whatever we give out, we give back.
Monday, March 05, 2007
During this period of time we're here in San Francisco, it appears that the tide goes so much farther out than during our previous stays. This photo shows that the water completely empties from the area between where our hotel is located and the airport runway. It's only the darker area in the upper right corner of the photo that's water.
Moon rising last Friday evening, while a plane lands at SFO.
This past Saturday, Phil and I decided to drive "into town" and putter about Fisherman's Wharf. Phil's rental car this time is a new Ford Mustang. While it's really cute (and the style is so reminiscient of the Mustang we purchased new in 1968 or '69), its bucket seats are NOT comfortable for this grandma (or for Grandpa, either)! The awesomely comfortable seats in our wonderful 1993 Cadillac Sedan de Ville, which we still have and want to keep as long as we possible can, have spoilt me, I'm afraid! :-)
Once we have reached Fisherman's Wharf, we always love seeing these electric streetcars as they move in the center of the street. In addition to this red one, they come in other colors -- I really liked the yellow one we saw on Saturday....and the green one...but didn't have my camera ready.
These trees at Fisherman's Wharf look like each limb has always been pruned at a certain point, and no growth allowed beyond that point. Therefore, the end of each limb is a "stub," which looks like a knobby fist ravaged by arthritis.
Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco.
The bird in the picture was flying around over these sailing vessels moored at Fisherman's Wharf. At just the appropriate time, he decided to stop flapping his wings and "ride the wind," so I was able to get the picture with his wings outstretched. I appreciated that! :-)
At dusk, looking westward, at the outer perimeter of Fisherman's Wharf. Those strange-looking, barren trees with their knobby "fists" fascinated me!
Friday, March 02, 2007
Stone fences abound, this one standing at Shaker Town, near Lexington/Wilmore. By the way, that thing on the left side of the picture is the mirror on the outside of the car. I didn't really mean to "capture" it in the photo. :-)
Beautiful Kinlaw Library, Asbury College, Wilmore, KY.
This lovely building is named for Dr. Dennis F. Kinlaw, who served for many, many years as president of Asbury College. Dennis and my father were first cousins. What a joy for us Kinlaws to have our "sessions" in the board room of this fabulous structure.....thanks to Dennis, and cousin Katy, who did all the work to get us Kinlaws to Wilmore for the very special 2006 "gathering."