Friday, July 25, 2008

I'm leeeeeving ona jet plane . . .

Multanomah Falls at Columbia Gorge

We leave tomorrow for Portland, OR. We will be visiting Quanah and Erin, going to Powell's Books, seeing old friends, indulging in spending money at outlet stores, spending a day at the ocean, visiting Q&E's favorite chocolate shop, seeing the Columbia River Gorge, and so much more. Will have lots of photos and stories to share when we return.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Morning Song

Morning song sparks life
Warble's sweet taste in my ears
Breast swells, trill escapes.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Write on Wednesday - Reflection on Forgiveness


The Sunflower
On the Possibilities and Limits of Forgiveness
By
Simon Wiesenthal

My response to his question - What would you have done?

God’s power to forgive is limitless. Our own ability to forgive is strengthened by our ability to call upon God for His help in our own efforts to offer forgiveness. Forgiveness does not happen in an instant. Before we can forgive, we must have the desire to forgive.

When Simon Wiesenthal was brought before the dying SS soldier, Karl, Karl told him his story, confessed his crimes, and asked for forgiveness. Wiesenthal had no time to assimilate and respond to this enormous plea. The desire to forgive had no chance to bloom with Wiesenthal. His Jewish theology and the circumstances he found himself in, would not allow for it.

From the moment of his encounter with Karl, Karl’s plea for forgiveness became one of the singular events of his life. He was not able to offer forgiveness to Karl before he died but he was so deeply effected that for the rest of his life he asked others, “What would you have done”? Had he not been so deeply moved, I would not be here, over 60 years later, writing my own thoughts and trying to answer the question that haunted Wiesental for the rest of his life. We also would not have had the collective thoughts from generations of readers of his book, The Sunflower, thoughts from classrooms, discussion groups, private reflections and the published responses found in the book along with Simon’s story.

Why is this question so important? The short answer would be simply that forgiveness is freeing for both the giver and the receiver. To forgive frees us from vengeance, bitterness, the sense that we are victims; all feelings that can only corrode the soul.

Forgiveness and reconciliation are welded together in Christian thought. God is all forgiving and merciful and we are called to be as He is. However, to forgive does not mean to be reconciled. Reconciliation is a restoration of the relationship between the victim and the victimizer. Reconciliation suggests that there is a change in the behavior of the victimizer. If there is no change, there can be no reconciliation. So, we can forgive but not be reconciled.

By going through the process of forgiving, we are freed from evil’s power over us. Thus, with forgiveness offered, we are able to go forward in our lives. The lessons of evil have the power to teach the world that there is a better way. Forgiveness becomes a tool of God’s hand that takes evil and makes it an instrument of good. St. Augustine wrote, “God judged it better to bring good out of evil than to allow no evil to exist.”

We have many modern day examples of the power of forgiveness becoming a tool for good. Mary Karen Read is one of the 32 victims of the Virginia Tech massacre in 2007. After her death, at age 18, notes on forgiveness were found in her private journal. Two months before her death, she wrote, “When a deep injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive.”

Remarkably, this was just one of a series of quotes on forgiveness that Mary had been collecting since her mid-teens. The notebook, now used by Mary's father to help others, shows most profoundly the healing and comfort that can be found in forgiveness. It has become God’s tool for bringing good out of evil and showing the way out of pain and sadness.

Holocaust survivors remind us that if you have not been through it, you cannot understand the depth of the pain. Mary’s family echoes this same feeling. On a very small scale that can in no way be equated with Wiesenthal’s experience or the Read family’s loss, I found myself being called for years to forgive an individual who was instrumental in causing great havoc and wreckage in my life.
Until I could forgive, I could not free myself of the fears and insecurities that had settled around my heart and mind. But with forgiveness came the sensation of shedding the anger, hurt, bitterness and fear that was physically felt as it flow from my body through my fingertips and feet. The power of those past evil acts literally flowed out of me leaving a cleansed space from which I could start again and grow in personal strength. Forgiveness became not only a spiritual and mental experience, but also a physical experience.
Wiesenthal may not have given Karl what he was asking for but through thought and action, I believe that he was clearly moved in the direction of forgiveness. There simply was not enough time for Karl to show by his actions that he was truly remorseful and changed. But in those shared hours, Simon and Karl became God’s tool for good to emerge from great evil.

And what of Karl’s plea for forgiveness? Simon, by hearing his plea, was led on a lifelong quest regarding God’s expectations of us. Karl, as an instrument of evil, was given a penance commensurate with his crime. He suffered tremendously. His suffering was not just physical. He suffered in conscience. He suffered the loss of the one thing that would have given him comfort and consolation: the nearness of his beloved mother.

But even here I see the hand of God at work. By not having the comfort of his mother, he was left truly alone with his thoughts. We cannot judge the quality and value of Karl’s remorse. We can only know that by his punishment he was led to reflect on his actions, arrive at deep remorse and then beg for forgiveness.

The object of his quest , a Jew, should not be judged either. He had nothing else to lose. His life was at an end. His confession and expression of remorse was true remorse. He did not spare himself. He did not excuse him. He did not explain himself. He accepted the grace that comes from accepting the knowledge of his crimes.

As I read Edward Flannery’s conclusion in his own response to Wiesenthal's question, I could not help but identify completely with his words. I take Flannery’s words here now and embrace them wholly as my own.

“ . . .I would have – I do hope – forgiven him and, as an obstinate believer, suggested to him that he make his peace with God by asking for His forgiveness, and, taking full advantage of the situation, uttered a prayer for the repose of his soul and those of the victims of his inhuman behavior."

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The Evolving Cabinet

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Looking Back and an Update From Yesterday

This morning, Steve, a longtime friend going back to Don's college days in the 80's, sent me this blast from the past. Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. This is me 24 years ago. Quanah was probably about 4 years old when this picture was taken. We were living in some very shabby married student housing in San Jose, CA. Krista was not even an idea on the horizon at the time of this photo.


Updating from yesterday and the crisis I was so cryptic about - all the involved persons met at our home last light. I can't say that the conclusion was a happy one, but it was satisfying and hopeful and cleansing. Basically we ran an intervention on someone with some serious behavioral problems. His action were damaging so many people that nothing short of confrontation could allow for restitution, forgiveness, and reconciliation. The restitution is started. The forgiveness is given. The reconciliation will take a lot of time. Only by his own action will he be able to restore himself not only to himself but to the people in his life. This man has a long and difficult road ahead of him but by the gift of this grace of love and forgiveness that was offered, we pray that he will take the opportunity to get himself right with God, right with his family, right with his friends, and right with himself.
Thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers yesterday. I am very grateful.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Recipe for Distraction

Events in life conspired to throw us a BAD one late yesterday. I won't get into the details here but suffice it to say, Don, Krista and I have a lot of emotional stuff facing us right now. It is sort of like standing next to a car that is wired to explode and you can't move in any direction fast enough to get out of harm's way. Kris and Don are hurting and I'm spread out like an umbrella trying to protect them from the fallout. I'll worry about me later. Sorry to be so cryptic. We are all good together. It's something outside of us that is creating the havoc.

At times like this, I have found that the best thing to do is distract from the problem at hand, give oneself distance, so to speak. The recipe for distraction changes with each event and yesterday was no different.
Recipe for Distraction.
Take one livid husband and feed him.
Finish a good meal at a favorite restaurant with a Strawberry Sunday.


Suggest a trip to our favorite date place, Borders


Mix in one excellent at spying wife.

Linger on his beautiful hands for personal soothing.

Reminisce about B. B. King

Stir gently until a wee smiles appears

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Two of Life's Little Miracles



Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Weekend That Was

I've always loved parades and fireworks. This week I got both; one a disappointment and one a lot of fun.

Photo credit of Meg Stevens, Turlock, CA

We've been attending the university fireworks on July 4th for about 20 years. Every Fourth of July the music department puts on a two hour band concert of fun and upbeat modern and patriotic music. The fireworks display later is the big event that everyone waits for.

I've noticed over recent years that the quality of the fireworks display is very uneven. This unpredictable quality can definitely be attributed to the condition of the State budget but also secondarily, to the interest, or lack thereof, from upper administration.

In recent years there has been resistance to continuing this event. Certainly it is a money thing but the legacy of this event is far more important than bean counting concerns. Long after any particular upper administration person has left, the community and the university will still be here. To discontinue this great public relations bridge would be short-sighted but apparently not unthinkable.

This year's fireworks were embarrassingly poor. It was too short (less than 15 minutes), too low in the sky, and too far away. It is this last decision to relocate the fireworks away from the amphitheatre that was especially problematic since the lowness of the explosions barely had them clearing the new science building. And I won't even talk about the finale.

Even in these difficult budget times, this could have been a memorable event. All it would have taken was leaving location and power of launching the fireworks in place. People understand tough times and limited budgets but when hundreds of people are literally moving from the amphitheatre to get a better view of the fireworks, something fundamental in planning has gone very, very wrong. You can read here for more.

The parade the next day in downtown Turlock is another story. I love a good parade and even though this was nothing fancy it was great fun! AND, it was all about the cars. Turlock turned 100 this year and to celebrate, there was a fun little street fair and a terrific collection of vintage/antique cars. There were the usual politicos advertising themselves but never mind that.
Of course, I did something that for me is almost unheard of. I changed my purse and left the house WITHOUT MY CAMERA. Disaster? Well, not quite. Don had his with him but I also had a brand new cell phone. The camera is much better than the one on my old phone and though not up to digicam standards, I managed to get some cool pics.











Rounding out the fun July 5th, Don and I strolled the big antique mall downtown. My main objective was adding to my new passion of collecting bird figurines. Here are my newest acquisitions. I totally lucked out to find four birds clearly from the same Made in Japan, 50's era style. The little guy in the center is a bit different but he put up such a squawk when I almost passed him over that I picked him up too just to shut him up. I'm so glad I have him now. His big brothers and sisters dote over him and he is the king of his roost.


My growing collection is setting up home in this small cabinet. It was unfinished and came with one shelf. Don added another for me. I've been slowly painting it and Sunday picked up some mosaic tiles to add to the front. Eventually it will be finished and hung up. Once it's hung, I'll do a final show and tell of this fun project.

Wishing you all an EXCELLENT day.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Sunday Silence

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Thursday, July 3, 2008

Unexpected Inspiration

Inspiration can arrive in the most unexpected places. The current issue of AARP magazine had a small piece in it about history's re-examination of the marriage of Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd. History strongly suggests that theirs was a poorly matched marriage, most information based on the diaries of Lincoln's law partner, William Henderson. Pulitzer prize winning historian, Doris Kearns Goodwin disputes Henderson's diary accounts and offers up a far more positive portrayal of their marriage.

While DH is a Civil War buff, I've had only a general interest is the Civil War era. It was with some surprise that I reacted so strongly to the piece in AARP. I knew that I needed to somehow preserve the story and portray the romance of their relationship.


Here in the tragic setting of the Ford Theatre, Mary's hands, with tender and wifely care, arrange his tie for their evening out. Her ghostly figure looks over the theatre and the event that shatters her life.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Snippets of Daily Life

Krista purchased her first digital camera on Sunday.
Of course, I had to try it out.