Travel: North Carolina with the Brother

A trip to North Carolina to see the Brother

It all started out with The Queen giving me the stink eye, because she saw the suitcase and that always means trouble, in her pointy little headโ€™s opinion.  After the final treat, I headed to OKC and caught my first flight to Atlanta. I remember Drew always referring to it as โ€œHotlanta.โ€ Somewhere I saw a sign… several years back… that said, Nobody calls it that. We did.

Spent an hour and a few dollars in the Braves Bar during the layover before taking off for RDU–The Raleigh/Durham airport.

That evening, my brother and I spent hours outside talking and drinking. He was hanging something fierce the following day (the whiskey was good but perhaps a tad too much), so we lay low and just hung out.

Truly a very nice evening. We havenโ€™t talked like that since we were kids, and I suppose that is a good thing.


Hangover and a Papilio glaucus

We spent the day just resting and enjoying being outdoors in the beautiful weather. There are several very fat mosquitoes around his house. I had no idea they were feeding on me until the following day. Ate my ass up! After a bit, the brother felt well enough to move around long enough to go to the grocery store. I picked up the fixinโ€™s for a nice chicken curry. When I started to put it together, we discovered that they had no curry powder; however, they had all the ingredients to make their own curry powder… very tasty.

The butterfly was beautiful.


Duke

On this day, we went to Duke University, where my brother received his PhD.  A beautiful campus and very rich. I bought a flimsy t-shirt and thought it would cost about $20. Turns out… $56! Almost told the girl she could keep it, but came home with it anyhow. Glad I did.

At the top of my list was the University Chapel. Yeah, they call that a chapel. Truly stunning and I would like to have heard that organ play. 

We went to lunch in the refectory at the School of Theology. Should have taken a picture, but had Zimbabwean Beef Stew, Fufu (a doughy African bread used for scooping food), and a curry cabbage dish. Everything was excellent. Afterward, we went over to one of the many libraries, where I saw an exhibit on Indigenous Peoplesโ€™ Graphic Novels/Comics.

Had to send several pictures to my friend, Faith. There were several pieces on The Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW).

The interesting thing about the exhibit was to see the evolution of the portrayal of Indigenous People in the graphic novels/comics.  From Scalphunter to Superhero…

That evening, the brother fixed us all a steak dinner, and I had the opportunity to finally begin to know my sister-in-law, Tori. So great. The conversation was very wide-ranging, and before it was over, I had ordered a specific translation of Danteโ€™s Inferno. Definitely looking forward to the read. I have shied away from it in the past because I did not understand all the historical references to persons and places. Tori says that it is not necessary. Seems it is a bit like Umberto Ecoโ€™s Foucaultโ€™s Pendulum–read and enjoy the larger story without getting too bogged down in the details.


Saturday with Mark and Tori

Tori had a meeting with their Quaker group, so Mark and I eased into the day. When we got moving, we headed to the University of North Carolina. Markโ€™s official title and position: MARK TOLES, PHD, RN, FAAN Professor; Beerstecher-Blackwell Distinguished Term Scholar & Senior Division Chair, Health Systems, Policy and Leadership Innovations. Heโ€™s pretty much got his act together.

We began the day at UNCโ€™s botanical garden. Way too many pictures to post here, but it was beautiful, even though late in the season.

Bald Cypress
Tithonia

Also in the garden was the cabin of Paul Green. I knew nothing about him, but I very much enjoyed seeing him. According to Wikipedia: 

Paul Eliot Green (March 17, 1894 โ€“ May 4, 1981) was an American playwright whose work includes historical dramas of life in North Carolina during the first decades of the twentieth century. He received the Pulitzer Prize for Drama for his 1927 play, In Abraham’s Bosom, which was included in Burns Mantle’s The Best Plays of 1926-1927.

His play The Lost Colony has been regularly produced since 1937 near Manteo, North Carolina, and the historic colony of Roanoke. Its success has resulted in numerous other historical outdoor dramas being produced; his work is still the longest-running.

The plaque behind the desk reads:

WHAT IS THE SOUL OF MAN?

I WALK THROUGH THE WOODS, AND I WALK THROUGH THE HILLS,
AND I ASK YOU TO TELL ME IF YOU CAN –
YOU KNOW WHAT A TREE IS, YOU KNOW WHAT A ROCK IS,
BUT WHAT IS THE SOUL OF MAN?

I SEARCHED THE BROAD EARTH, I BEGGED THE FAR SKY,
I QUESTIONED THE RIVERS THAT RAN,
BUT NEVER A WHISPER TO TELL THAT THEY KNEW
AUGHT OF THE SOUL OF MAN.

I BOWED DOWN AT EVENING, I BOWED LOW AT MORN.
I PRAYED FOR SOME SIGN OF LIFE’S PLAN,
WHEN LO, THE GLAD ANSWER, THE WORD WITH ITS LIGHT —
LOVE IS THE SOUL OF MAN.

FROM YOUR FRIENDS AT WILDERNESS ROAD

MARCH 17, 1979

Itโ€™ll probably show up in a sermon someday.

Mark also enjoys water painting. He is much better at it than I am.

We met Tori for lunch at Suttonโ€™s Drug Store, but unless a tasty chili cheeseburger is a drug, then it is now only a restaurant…. but what a burger, and yes, I got the t-shirt.

We continued touring the campus and saw a show at the planetarium (there may have been a nap involved during a portion of it) and then stopped at the Ackland Art Museum. We were all delighted with this visit, and it definitely made the day.

My favorite piece was Saint John the Evangelist by Valentin de Boulogne. He is listening so intently to the Spirit.

Richard Westallโ€™s The Sword of Damocles. The story behind the painting: 

The “sword of Damocles” refers to a situation where a person lives under the constant threat of an impending disaster or harm. The idiom comes from an ancient Greek anecdote where a sycophantic courtier named Damocles, who envied the powerful life of King Dionysius II, was offered to trade places with the king for a day. Damocles found himself in the king’s seat, enjoying the luxury, only to look up and see a sharp sword hanging precariously above his head by a single strand of horsehair, symbolizing the ever-present danger and anxiety that comes with power and fortune.

Finally, there was a fine etching by the German artist Albrecht Dรผrer titled The Babylonian Whore, a depiction of a scene from the Book of Revelation.


Saturday and Home

La Luna, รจ bellissima. A wonderful few days in North Carolina.

Travel: Japan – Reflection 1 (there may not be a 2)

Vision is entirely a creative faculty: it uses the body and the mind as the navigator uses his instruments. Open and alert, it matters little whether one finds a supposed short cut to the Indies-or discovers a new world. Everything is begging to be discovered, not accidentally, but intuitively. Seeking intuitively, one’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. Which is to say that there are no limits to vision. Similarly, there are no limits to paradise. Any paradise worth the name can sustain all the flaws in creation and remain undiminished, untarnished.

Henry Miller / Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch

The list: USA, Italy, Spain, France, Ireland, Norway, Japan. Not an extensive list, but respectable. I still hope to add at least India to it.

Now, donโ€™t think Iโ€™m slipping over the edge here. Just having a think is allโ€ฆ

In the places Iโ€™ve visited and the resources required to experience them, have any of them made me happier/a better person/more wise/etc/etc/etc, than 2426 Sherwood Drive with The Queen in my lap and a good book in my hands? The short answer: no.

To see the beauty of Godโ€™s creation and those things created by His creation is a gift and a delight. To have walked through the halls of the Sistine Chapel, to have gazed out over the Grand Canyon, to have been a total tourist and ridden the elevator to the top of Tokyo Towerโ€”I know that I am blessed (and spoiled) to have had these opportunities. I would not trade the experiences, but to write sermons and preach the Gospel, sit with friends and play Uno, write silly blog posts, are (I was going to say โ€œequallyโ€ as enjoyable, but..) far more enjoyable and life giving/experiencing.

My friend, Mr. Miller, said, One’s destination is never in a beyond of time or space but always here and now. If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

In this life, your destination is where you are at this very moment. You can choose the place where you will experience those moments, but the place is not your life. The place is the backdrop.

The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. For God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil.

Ecclesiastes 12:13-14

Sermon: Epiphany 5 RCL C – “New Horizons”

Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

What gameshow would you be on if you were in a studio audience filled with people in the wildest costumes, all holding up goofy signs and enthusiastically shouting? Letโ€™s Make a Deal. Youโ€™ve got the audience, Jay, the man with the table, pretty Carol Merrill pulling back curtains and striking dramatic poses in front of โ€œA brand new Chevy Vega,โ€ and, of course, Mr. Gameshow host himself, Monty Hall.

I remember watching Letโ€™s Make a Deal as a kid but not really understanding it. Now, you can watch all the episodes on the Internet, and they are funny.

Monty would pick one of the crazy-dressed audience members and offer them $300, or they could make a deal. Thatโ€™s when Jay would appear, carrying his table with a box sitting on it. You could keep the $300 or trade it for the unknown. The audience member would hem and haw, then make a choice, and it would run from there. One deal after another until the big prize. Some people won big; others may walk away with an ox pulling a cart. However, in the end, for the grand prize finale, Monty makes the final deal. You could keep what you had or have what was behind door number threeโ€”and there would be the lovely Carol Merrill posing before the hidden prize.

Youโ€™ve got $5,000 in hand, or you could make the deal, give it all up, and see what was behind door number three. What do you do?

The Event Horizon Model describes a phenomenon related to how we categorize memories. For example, consider your time in school.

Your entire experience is of the education process, but that process consists of distinct phases, such as elementary school, high school, college, and graduate school. These represent your education, and you have memories that are stored and sorted within and in the context of each phase. Think of it as a library. In a library, youโ€™ve got the fiction section, non-fiction, biography, etc. In the Event Horizon Model, your memory has a section for grade school, high school, etc., and your memories are filed according to those various events. The current or most recent phase holds the clearest memories, while those from the past are a bit hazy. You’re not forgetful; instead, the information from earlier events is less relevant, so it gets set aside or even offloaded.

Throughout our lives, we have various events. Perhaps it is our schooling. It might also be stages of lifeโ€”child, teenager, adult, married, married with children, and so on. That is a fairly typical progression. However, have you noticed that when you go from one to the next, it often feels as though you are starting over?

I was in school for a while, then I graduated and started to work. A new event and a new beginning. I decided to get married. I stopped being single and started being a spouse. Another event, but also the process of starting over. It really is a bit like saying, โ€œMonty, I think Iโ€™ll take whatโ€™s behind door number three.โ€ Everything we think we know is taken from us, and we embark on this new thing, and, for the most part, weโ€™ve no idea what we are doing. This can cause anxiety, confusion, and any number of other negatives that impact our lives.

In situations like this, what is needed is something constant and stable that travels with us from one event to the next. We may choose what lies behind door number threeโ€”itโ€™s not a bad thingโ€”but we need a place to standโ€”a place of grounding.

The scene from our Gospel reading today occurs very early in Jesusโ€™ earthly ministry. Jesus had a meal at Peterโ€™s house, but the disciples didnโ€™t seem to be traveling with Him just yet. On this day, Jesus returns to Bethsaida, Peterโ€™s hometown, and the crowds gather. To address them all, He gets into Peterโ€™s boat and asks him to push out from the shore a bit so that He can see and speak to everyone gathered. Afterward, He instructs Peter to push out into the deep water and fish.

Peter says, โ€œWeโ€™ve been doing this all night, but if you say so, we will.โ€ They do, and we have the miraculous catch of fish. Peter doesnโ€™t know what is going on, but he knows he is afraid. This Jesus is a holy man, and he doesnโ€™t feel worthy to be near Him, but Jesus says, โ€œYou think this is amazing? Stick with me; Iโ€™ll show you something special.โ€

We can interpret this scene in many ways, but today, I would like you to consider it as a representation of your life.

Peterโ€™s boat is more than just his livelihood. His ability to eat and feed his family, to care for them, and to provide for their other needs revolves around that boat. Peterโ€™s boat is more than his livelihood; it is his life, and Jesus steps into it. Jesus steps into Peterโ€™s life. This is an โ€œinvasion of grace.โ€ Jesus, God has not taken away Peterโ€™s free will, but through these actions, Jesus is saying to Peter, โ€œI want to be a part of your life.โ€

This is also a doorway leading to a new event in Peterโ€™s life. He was a fisher of fish. He is becoming a fisher of men. Going from one thing to the next, and the anxiety is setting in, โ€œGo away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!โ€ But Jesus tells him, โ€œDo not be afraid. I will be with you. Always. To the end of the age. I will be with you from one horizon to the next. I will be your place to stand.โ€

Jesus says the same to us, but He is promising more than simply being present. In the context of this episode, I came to understand this at 1:04 a.m. Wednesday morning, and had to get up and write it down.

Jesus instructed Peter to head out into the deep water and cast his nets. Peter followed his advice, and they experienced a miraculous catch of fishโ€”โ€œThey caught so many fish that their nets were beginning to break.โ€ Question: What do you think Jesus was doing while all this was happening?

I always imagined Jesus sitting back and watching, but now I believe quite differently. I think He was right there with Peter. I think He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed hold of the net, and started hauling it in with all the rest. I believe He got soaking wet and stunk of all those fish, right along with Peter and the others. I think He joined His voice with Peterโ€™s and shouted for the others to come and help. He laughed with them when James and Johnโ€™s boat began to sink under the weight of all those fish. Jesus not only stepped into Peterโ€™s life and turned it upside down, but He stepped into Peterโ€™s life and lived it with him. Not as a bystander or judge to see how Peter would do but as a faithful friend. One who wanted the very best for Peter and the others and wasnโ€™t afraid to step in and get dirty. And One who would be with them as they crossed the new horizons of their lives, providing them a firm place to stand, regardless of what was taking place.

Jimmy Buffett wrote a songโ€”Door Number Three. The third stanza:

And I donโ€™t want what Jayโ€™s got on his table
Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor
No, Iโ€™ll hold out just as long as I am able
Until I can unlock that lucky door
Well, sheโ€™s no big deal to most folks
But sheโ€™s everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three.

Some events in our lives are choices like going for whatโ€™s behind door number three. Other events are just life. You are in a phase of life where you are healthy, but life walks you through a doorway that leads to sickness. You are secure in your position then you find yourself unemployed. A relationship goes from good to awful. All these various events, where you pass through the doorway, and a new horizon lies before you, bringing the unknown, the destabilizing, the anxiety. However, if we have a place to stand, if weโ€™ve allowed Jesus to step in our boats, invading our lives with His grace, then He will be with us regardless of the circumstances or the outcome. As with Peter, Jesus will be a faithful friend who is not afraid to get involved in the messiest parts of our lives, and along the way, He will provide that firm place for us to stand as we cross from one horizon to the next.

Jesus has climbed into your boat and asked you to put out into the deep. Do what He asks. Take whatโ€™s behind door number three.

Let us pray (pray this one for yourself as I read):
Father, I abandon myself into Your hands;
Do with me whatever You will.
Whatever You may do, I thank You.
I am ready for all, and I accept all.
Let only Your will be done in me,
And in all Your creatures.
I wish no more than this, O Lord.
Into Your hands, I commend my spirit;
I offer it to You, Lord,
and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into Your hands,
Without reserve and with boundless confidence,
For You are my Father.
Amen.

A Public Poem

I wonder if you know?


Before the first day, you were known.
On the last day, you will be judged.


There are swords made to slay the dragon.
There are swords to pierce your heart.


An angel guards your path.
A fallen one seeks your soul for his own.


There are seven days in a week.
There are three hundred sixty-five days in a year.
There are only so many days in your life.
Live them wisely.


Honor everyone.
Love the brotherhood.
Fear God.
Honor the emperor.


You’re going to die.


Have a little whiskey.
Not too much.
It can be good for the soul.
It can bring you to hell.


Pause.
Let the angels go before.


Pause.
Say a prayer
for you
and for me.


This is not the time to speak your mind.
This is not the time to allow others to rule your heart.
This is not the place to falter or fade.
This is the place to stand.


Question.
Who is going to live your life for you?

I saw the sun rise.
You were there.
We shall live.
For ever and ever .
Amen.

Poem: Touch

This is one where I looked at the picture that I painted and then wrote the poem. Hope you can see it.

When you watch the sunrise alone
The sun not touching the sky
When you see a star
But not one that belongs
When you breathe
And the air escapes you
That is when you know
Love
Love in the green and blue
Love when the red speaks
To the black
But should you touch the center
Where none are known
Then you will
Bleed

I saw the sky come down on the dawn
I saw the sun set upon itself
I watched as night attracted them all
But then the sun rose
On a beach while I was alone
And there was your hand
Reaching for mine

We should escape to that place
That place of silence
That place where I watched
The sunrise alone

It is there that the silence
Wraps us in the caerulean sky
And the only star
Brightens the life of so many souls

Here we meet
Release me
Release me
Set me free to wander the night
The places where hate roams
But has no power
The place where pain screams
But has no feeling
The place where I have no voice
But the voice that is you

Drops of rain on the path
No matter

I watch the sunrise alone
And the star fell
I wake

A dream

When

Poem: Rules


there are rules

how we hate them

there are rules

but they must be followed

there are rules

but this is the night

they are broken

why?

because the pink engaged the blue

the blue was overwhelmed

and the sky became an end

Yes

There are the days

when the moon shines

and the whiskey flows

but then there are days

when the atrocity of it all

melts in the pink of your flesh

cries for another day

and screams at the night of your death

to return to the day before

Yes

I’ll make the scars

that traverse my skin

waiting for the days

that you are buried in us

Yes

I saw the moon set

and the sun rise

there was no sleep

but

but

the pink engaged the blue

and the blue

and the blue

LIVED!

Journal: July 16, 2021

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#1 danger of journaling late at night… you might tell the truth!

THOUGHTS:

You have to look at your own life. Your own sins. And then you wonder how you can change. At what point do we recognize that weโ€™re not any better. You try so damn hard to be holy and righteous in the eyes of the Lord and fail so miserably every damn day. Itโ€™s funny how you look at the world differently. What do you want?

What if someone actually gives you permission to love? You donโ€™t have to seek anyoneโ€™s approval, really not even your own. It is just something you know. Why sit around second-guessing your heart?

The world is full of such beautiful people. Where does hate come from? Why donโ€™t we love the color of their lives?

To have someone pray for you in the language that they understand. Their words touch the face of God.

There’s nothing to be afraid of.

I write these words because I have no voice to speak to Him. I write these words because the sun rose behind the moon and there was no light except for you.

Life should be color. A riot of color.

#1 danger of journaling late at night… you might tell the truth!

What I learned today: see above.

Thought for the day: We need more scars. They hide the fresh wounds.

Sleep well.