Archive for June, 2013

The Cove Hotel

Posted: June 26, 2013 in World On The Edge

 

Once a month, when I was about thirteen years old, I used to accompany a friend to The Cove Hotel in Panama City, Florida, where her father did the books for the elderly lady who owned the hotel. But even then, The Cove was older than she was. Built in 1926, it was two stories of pink stucco, surrounded by huge trees, and set on the shore of St, Andrews Bay off the Gulf of Mexico. I thought it was beautiful.

For my trips to the Cove, my mother made sure I took the proper clothing. That meant a dress for dinner, along with the right shoes. Usually, that was a sun dress and strappy white sandals. Dinner was served at a certain time, on spotless white tablecloths, with starched white napkins and a lot of heavy silverware, properly set. My friend and I felt like princesses. But always, there was something we looked forward to that was even better. The Miracle. And we could make it happen ourselves. (more…)

The Soul

Posted: June 25, 2013 in World On The Edge

The body does not hold the soul;

The soul holds the body.

It is not within, but without.

It is present, past, and future.

It is always.

It has no need of space or time.

It is Spirit.

The body decays,

The soul displays

The meaning of life.

And its echo resounds in a risen people.

 Hear this, and pass it on.

The Edge

Posted: June 24, 2013 in World On The Edge

 

                    

I’ve entitled my blog “A World on the Edge” for a reason. I believe our world, created by God, is in many ways eroding. Nowhere is this more evident than in the present fight for religious freedom all over the world. And now, the fight comes to our beloved America, founded on principles of liberty that reflect the individual rights God gave each one of us: One of the basic rights is Freedom OF Religion. Not Freedom FROM Religion. That means your religion and mine.  (more…)

The Crow and The Pitcher

Posted: June 21, 2013 in World On The Edge

Sometimes I’m a whiner. I complain about a negative situation, even find comfort in my complaints, yet I do nothing to fix the problem. That’s when I remember the Crow.

There was a Crow, half-dead with thirst, who came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last gave up in despair and went off whining, “I need some water, but nothing good ever happens for me!” Of course, he became thirstier and thirstier. (more…)

At Rest Once more

Posted: June 20, 2013 in World On The Edge

I am going to a funeral today, a Mass of Christian Burial. I am going to celebrate a life lived in a marriage that lasted over seven decades.

I am going to share in the rhythm of Mass, its recitation of prayers and rituals that echo back through the years to a little white church made of bricks, much smaller, much closer than today.

I am going with memories sliding through my thoughts like the moon passing behind the branches of pines.

I am going to a burial ground that is sacred, a spot where those who have gone before us marked with the sign of faith await resurrection.

I am going to a hill where I’ll step near my own parents, grandparents, other relatives and friends.

I am going to the inevitable closing of life on earth to the opening of life everlasting.

I am going to a funeral today.

 

Be at rest once more, O my soul,

for the LORD has been good to you.

— Psalm 116:7

I’d like to comment on the following quote about discipleship as it pertains to my parish and her priests.

The question is not, “Who can I persuade to fill this vacancy?”  The question is, “Who has God put in my parish, and what does He want them to do?” (more…)

A Passing

Posted: June 18, 2013 in World On The Edge

 

With soaped-up windows

Scrawled with words

They start their past

Free-flying

Fast along the highway.

Blurred between indistinguishable forests,

Behind watermelon trucks and Mercedes,

Behind boys and dogs with flapping ears waving

Like worn grey flags. (more…)