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Mothers Wait

 

In darkness

they stand at windows

                          watching for headlights

Listening for the sound of an ’88 Mazda

They stand immobile

“Maybe this one

                          …no, just the neighbors”

Mothers wait for children…

                                         always

At the clinic with gray-green walls

                               lying belly-fat and fork-split

                                                           invaded by strangers’ hands

Tense, they listen

“Good strong heartbeat

                          Looks like we’re on schedule!”

Yes…

Mothers wait for children…

                                         always

In the Toyota van

                      wipers clacking

                           encapsulated with the Family-Pak of drumsticks from Lucky

                                                                                                    and wilting lettuce

They watch…

                      the door where the third-graders come out

                                                            bananas in the downpour

Is that one Mine?


Mothers wait for children…

                                          always

Propped up in beds that fold

                             blue pills by the September issue of Guideposts

They look

They listen

Is it ringing?

“Hello…Mom?”

Mothers wait for children…

                                          always

                            

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A video you must see

http://www.militarytimes.com/multimedia/video/rpg_surgery

 

Do not miss this account of heroism and skill!  Has anyone seen this in your local paper or on TV news?  (I think it happened quite a while ago, but we're just now hearing about it.) 

 

jb

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Highlight of the weekend (one of them, anyway)

I saw my first fox (outside the zoo.)  It was munching on a deer who was less fortunate.  Anybody know what kind of fox we have here in SW Ohio?

jb
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Phrases which should be buried

An ongoing list; please add your own.  These are commonly used phrases which I never want to hear again, but know I will. 

1.  At the end of the day

2.  Been there, done that

3.  I'm (he's/she's) into  (as "into teddy bears", "into NASCAR", etc.)

4.  Beyond the pale  (sounds like "on the yonder side of the bucket")

5.  Pushing the envelope
 
Add your own and I'll put them on the list.

6.  Not a problem  (thanks to MM)

jb

10-9-07  I thought of another one:

7.  My bad

 

jb

And from ML:

8.  So that they can have "closure"

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Holiday Greetings

Newsletter editor's e-mail to me:  Attention Reporters,  "Holiday Greetings" are also due at this time.

My reply:  When did we stop calling them "Christmas Greetings"?

His turn:  In 2001, it was headlined as "Merry Christmas", "Happy Hanukkah" and "Happy New Year".  Since then, it has been listed as "Holiday Greetings" which seems to cover all religious affiliations.

Hmmm...  I answered that it covered no religious affiliations.  It doesn't cover, it dismisses.

How can you celebrate a nothing?  Is there nothing worthy of a Holy Day?  Why don't we send "I-Just-Finished-My-Laundry" greetings?  Oh...here's one: "I wish you a very Happy Generic, Nonspecific Religious Holiday".  Brings tears to your eyes, doesn't it?

By caving in to every complaint of the aggrieved minority, we are about to create a culture with no spine, no definition. The result is likely to turn our formerly familiar traditions into a cultural blank slate, begging every "ism" hungrily eyeing our affluent society,   "Go ahead, scribble your graffiti all over me!"

Will what we formerly recognized as our Judeo-Christian culture be so watered-down that it oozes as a thin, milky liquid through make-believe houses and Potemkin towns, blessing no one and evaporating as soon as it forms?

I don't want to make too big a fuss of this issue, but I'd hate for our children to wake up someday and realize there is no definition to the holidays they celebrate, that everyone is required to "equally participate" in an empty nothing which means nothing.  Something to think about.

Oh...let me be the first: "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Hanukkah".

jb

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The Little Engine...

I have four sons, youngest is almost forty.  Just the other day...well lots of years ago, we spent many hours per week watching them run track and cross country.  I still remember one of those first track meets (when I was sure one of my sons would be the next Jim Ryun)...I think it was a 440 (quarter mile)...7th or 8th grade.  All the runners were over the finish line, but one  was still at the far curve.  As he rounded, slowly...kept coming, I could see he was severely disabled...looked to me like cerebral palsy.  He finished long after every other runner had caught his breath and was sitting down on the infield; I cried.

Tonight I cried again when I saw a YouTube video of Paul Potts, a mobile phone salesman in Wales...bad teeth, no confidence, sing Nessun Dorma.  It's magnificent.  You will cry. 

I think I can, I think I can...

Here are the links:

http://kevinmccullough.townhall.com/g/26d87c21-7967-423c-8db9-f179959c7fcd

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDB9zwlXrB8
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Whatever Happened To...

This will be an ongoing list.  "Whatever Happened To":

Loose tea?  I went in Kroger a week or so ago...there's not even a place where it used to be!  I don't want tea bags with those little paper tags...I want real tea.

Blank note cards...nice, unassuming ones...without dancing bears or flowers or cats?  I would like an affordable, muted-colored note paper upon which I could write my thoughts to someone and a muted-colored envelope in which I could place it...and then mail it!

String.  Household string.  I went in four hardware stores before I could find a ball of string. 

Please add to this list and I'll post them.  We can't remake the world, but, by gosh,  I'd sure like to bring back loose tea.
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Theology of Food

"Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you."  Very familiar words to those of us who are Christians.  For me, it was a metal plate passed along the pew, offering each of us a tiny piece of cracker which we put in our mouths as the pastor said the words...then grape juice in little stainless steel, then later, plastic cups, tucked in their little holes in the metal carrier...also passed along the aisle.  "This is my blood; drink ye all of it."  And, as one, we all tipped our tiny shot glasses back and downed the purple liquid.  For us, it was meant to be a time of reflection, to "get right with God".  We often sang "Blest Be the Tie" at the end...signifying that the family had eaten together. 

Our Orthodox friends lay more weight on Communion or The Lord's Supper, calling it mass or The Eucharist.  If I understand correctly, it has redemptive significance.  But,  I believe they also consider it  a time of reflection and communion...eating with God. 

I've wondered lately if that is the only time food is holy.  (Of course, we wouldn't say any food is as holy as the Supper of the Lord.)  But, in our celebrations as well as our daily lives, I've come to believe there is a sacredness to our eating.  We are aware that many cultures put much more importance on eating with a friend.  It meant, in many old cultures, a form of covenant.  One would not eat with another and then betray him.  Nor would one eat with an enemy. 

It seems we have watered that down considerably.  Mom takes her Lean Cuisine to the kitchen table, Dad is meeting a client at a local restaurant...big Sis isn't eating anything...little brother is eating enough for both of them...taking two burgers and fries up to his room to watch TV and do a little homework.  The American Dinner Table. 

That typical family would argue with me, saying, "That's just our everyday habits...on the weekend, if we have company, we put a tablecloth on the table and maybe even have flowers and say grace." 

Then, there is the inefficient preparing of food!  "Why make it when I can buy it ready to eat and it costs less, to boot?"  True...probably.  But is life all about efficiency and economy?  I would like to suggest there is an economy in deliberation.  Deliberately peeling carrots, when the frozen package would be easier.  Deliberately kneading whole wheat bread when brown and serve will do very well.

Let's talk economy:  the time and money spent when Mother and Daughter are peeling carrots at the sink together is about as economical an enterprise as one can get.  Time talking about her next date...does she really want to go out with him?...hand me another carrot...Mom...he's nice enough, but he freaks me out with his driving...what pan do I put these in?  OK...in that case, he can spend the evening over here...no car.  Carrots peeled and put in the pot roast and Mother/Daughter talk...accomplished.  

A family sitting together, food prepared by the Dad, the Mom...somebody made it.  Flowers aren't that hard to come by in most families...or a candle.  Hands clasped in a loving circle, heads bowed.  God is invited to our table.  Of course, we aren't offering him salvation and eternal life, but we are asking Him to eat with us.  Is not this an extention of that covenant?  (I love the image I read of:  an Italian mother holding the huge loaf of bread to her chest and taking the knife and slicing through it....the symbol needs no explanation.)

Is it presumptuous for us to say, "Take, eat...this is my body" ?










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