The Power and the Glory Takes Out An Advert

Thanks to the good offices of Father Jake, we now know that God placed an ad in the British newspaper The Independent, trying to get someone’s attention at the time of the G8 meetings:

Father Jake Stops the World: God Places Ad in British Paper


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In our area we occasionally get roadside billboards from the Almighty, such as “Don’t make me come down there – God” in times of national stupidity. But this is pretty classy. I hope God got a good deal for the full-pager and shows some return on His advertising pound.

Geeky Ramblings » Cicada

Geeky Ramblings » Cicada

David and I had a nice weekend… and we encountered several million new friends.

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We drove down to Morton Arboretum to relax and walk around and take photos. Actually, although I had my camera along, I took no images, but just enjoyed the sounds. We finally encountered the 17-year cicadas, and they put on a pretty impressive show. The Arboretum had some informative displays, but we got away from the crowds on the “visitor center” side and went over to the section on the other side of the highway. It was a lot less busy and we rolled down the windows to listen to the cicadas – close by they have a harsh, rattling chirring sound, but from a distance, they make an otherworldly wavering humming sound. Very weird. And then the next day, we went back south to David’s parents to help them dig holes to install a little garden arbor in back of their townhouse.

On the way back, we stopped off at a couple of roadside forest preserves to see if we could record the sound of the cicadas with David’s little digital recorder. The results weren’t all that good, but he went out after work today to record again at the Arboretum and got a better sound clip. It doesn’t capture the full “spaceship landing” feeling, but you can hear what it sounds like, along with some birdsong and a passing jet.

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Inspiration

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At Holy Moly, a church to be renamed later, we’ve formed 4 different kinds of ministry teams, and I’ve signed on for a couple of them. One is “Nurturing,” or pastoral care, and we’re creating it from the ground up – we’ve put in for a diocesan grant to offer some kind of healing ministry in the area (taking communion, services at care centers and hospices, etc).

I heard this item on WBEZ the other day, and it’s been on my mind for a while. I was talking to my friend Katy last night, and mentioned an idea that I’d had for a simple way to start us off: a hymn sing that we could start on a shoestring, with photocopied hymns in large-print format. We could offer an actual modified service, of course, but with plenty of hymns and perhaps a whiff of incense and the sound of the handchimes.

I think I’ll email somebody about this and see what they think.

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But these worship services aren’t just about remembering the past. They’re designed to help engage residents in this present moment. So, in addition to traditional hymns and scripture, chaplain Janet Aldrich works to provoke the other senses. That’s why she’s tied red streamers to a fan for this Pentecost service–a symbol of the presense of the Holy Spirit. She also hands out red carnations. And if you’ve ever smelled a snuffed-out church candle, you can imagine why she sought special permission to use real fire.

ALDRICH: There is just a treasure house of imbedded spiritual memory that just has to be tapped. And it’s exciting when you realize whatever I have done in the design of the service has worked at least with someone.

MILDRED: Hi there Jason. Hello. Just put that thing down in front of you.

After the worship service, Mildred and Joseph make their way to the dining room. Joseph still lives at home, but never misses supper here with Mildred. They sit next to each other. Joseph looks lovingly at Mildred. Mildred holds the red carnation from the Pentecost service. Chaplain Aldrich and I join them.

MILDRED: Did you enjoy the worship service? Of course. Do you always come to the worship service? This is the first one I’ve been to because I live very close by, so I have to be careful where I go. But I liked it.

This isn’t Mildred’s first time. She’s lived her for two years. But Joseph and chaplain Aldrich have learned that correcting Mildred only makes her anxious. Comforting Mildred is a matter of pastoral care. Still, this isn’t a one-way street. There’s something Mildred offers Joseph as well.

JOSEPH: When I come here to be with her and try to comfort her, an amazing peace and serenity comes over me. And I feel healthier.

Joseph says that serenity is more than physical, mental or emotional. It’s a deeply spiritual peace. And a form of connection–soul to soul–he never imagined making with his wife at this stage in her dementia and their life together.

Big Storm, Big Bust

Storm? What storm? | Chicago Tribune

Before taking off for dinner, David and I pulled all the patio chairs off to the side of the house and secured some lighter things so they wouldn’t blow around. I stuck the last few unplanted plants in the ground in the “kitty garden” and along the side of the house. The wind had been blowing hard all day, but it was hot and humid, a very weird and unsettling sensation.

All through dinner, we watched people out on an outside terrace eating their dinners while clutching their hair and belongings to keep them from getting blown away. The storm was headed directly for us, it seemed, and we thought it would hit just as we left.

Several hours later, I went outside to see what was going on. There was a huge thunderhead/lightning cell to the west, but the winds were still sweeping up from the south, so it was clear overhead and the clouds were clearly going to give us a miss. We went to bed expecting the next line of storms to hit sometime around 1am.

Nuthin’. Nada. Zip. It all went and wreaked havoc in Wisconsin and gave us all a miss.

Once again, the Windy City area was a big blowhard about a storm that never stormed.

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Not Sad, Just Wondering

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Today’s kind of a hard day for me.

In this photo of Mom from her 90th birthday party, she’s not actually sad, she’s probably just trying to read a birthday card.

Either that, or she was wondering “Now where the HELL is my glass of white zin?”

Via: Flickr Title: MurphBday025 By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 8 Sep ’05, 11.17pm CDT PST

I think she’s trying to read a card and work out whether it’s funny or not.