Saturday, December 14th
"Feel led to keep a diary. A sort of spiritual log for the benefit of others in the future. Each new divine insight and experience will shine like a beacon in the darkness!
Can't think of anything to put in today.
Still, tomorrow's Sunday. Must be something on a Sunday, surely?"
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That's how The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass, Aged 37 and 3/4 opens. Plass uses the diary entries to show us the earnest-but-often-silly choices of his fictional persona, and the consequences, which are their own hilarity. He skewers the foibles we church goers and God followers can sometimes exhibit, often despite of, and sometimes because of our best efforts.
It is one of the funniest things I've read, and I find myself laughing out loud on almost every page.
I make it a point to re-read the Diary every December. Yes, that's partly because a good rolling guffaw can sometimes be hard to come by. But more importantly, reading it reminds me not to take myself so seriously. It always pulls me back to the main things, the most important parts of my faith journey in this life. That kind of centering readies me for the coming new year.
December is a time when we tend to look forward, organizing for the future. That's what the sacred diarist is doing by starting in December. It is also, perhaps, the time we take stock of the year ending. I say, "perhaps," because we can easily get caught up in our planning for the new year, all the celebrations, our pledges toward improvement, etc. In the midst of all that excitement and forward orientation, we can overlook something important: beginnings imply endings. The "something new" usually replaces "something old." There's a reason we greet the new year with celebration. And it's not just because we're looking forward to all that potential. Truth be told, there's plenty we're happy about letting go.
Sometimes, we're just really ready to have the past behind us, to let the past be past.
And that brings me to the passage from Luke featured in the Lectionary this Christmas. It tells the story we all know: Mary and Joseph traveling to Bethlehem where Jesus is born, the shepherds encountering angelic heralds, and, after coming to see Jesus, those shepherds going all about telling everyone what they saw and heard that night.
It was a celebratory event. And, at least on the surface, it's was all about the new thing that was happening. But, even though it was not part of the announcement, things were also ending. It's likely none of the folks involved in that night of nights actually thought about what was coming to an end.
That's the nature of beginnings: they mark the ending of something, whether anyone recognizes that fact or not. The birth of Jesus marks the end of how God had been relating to humans. The Law was being superseded by grace. The birth ushered in the age where all people who chose to follow the Son would become priests, able to boldly enter God's throne room, no longer having to wait until someone did so on their behalf.
The event is thick with irony: that a baby ---born among the animals, laid in a food trough, worshiped by scruffy shepherds--- ended the old way on His way to actually being the new way.
So as we end this year and look forward to the new one, the events of that holy night teach us to embrace both the endings and beginnings as we transit the calendar. If we find we can laugh at ourselves in the process, that's a good thing. And if things get a little ironic along the way, that's OK, too.
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CAVEAT: Not everyone appreciates Mr. Plass' humor. While there are millions of folk who have purchased, and cherish, his books, there are a few folks out there who take offense at the fun he pokes at believers. If you think you might be one of those people, then spare yourself the aggravation.
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Lectionary Readings for Christmas 2016
There are multiple options for Christmas readings in this year's Lectionary. I am using Proper I, but you should read the group that you are drawn to. Here is the link to the table of Christmas Lectionary readings: http://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/lections.php?year=A&season=Christmas
Proper I
Isaiah 9:2-7
Psalm 96
Titus 2:11-14
Luke 2:1-14, (15-20)
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I hope you will have opportunity to join us at Lectionary Breakfast. We are still meeting Friday mornings at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant at 8:00 and we still wrap things up around 9:00.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas as we pause to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Steve
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Saturday, December 24, 2016
Friday, January 20, 2012
Passing Away
Passing Away (a brief Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)
I have never been very good at endings.
I remember reading a comment one author made about his craftwork where he indicated he thought he wrote good beginnings and great middles, but that he had trouble with endings. Man! Do I get that! When I am in the flow of it; when my characters are doing interesting things, going interesting places, speaking interesting dialog ... it is SO hard to shut the door on that.
But it is not just in the realm of writing that I have this challenge. I hate to come to the end of the books I'm reading. Orson Scott Card, opining on the craft of writing, claimed the sad ending is not the opposite of the happy ending. He reserved that dishonor for the unsatisfying ending. And I agree.
I am coming to an ending of something that has given me great joy for several years, and I am very reluctant to be done. Some years ago I decided to read all of Ed McBain's 87th Precinct novels, in order. Just so you have the picture: he wrote almost 60 of these, starting in 1956 and continuing until just a few years ago (I think he published his last in 2008). This was a tall order.
Since I wanted to read them in order, I needed to start with books first published in the mid-1950's. So, part of the fun was the hunt! My family can testify that I have haunted every used book store in my path, be it in Seattle or San Diego, Boston or Kennebunk, Sitka or Quebec, Texas or DC. And, yes, I even made a point of going to 84 Charing Cross Road when I was in London. You never know where you will find that next book. And, little by little, I did find them.
Over the years, I have been with these fictional people through good times and bad. I have watched them become parents and struggled along with them as they attempted to raise their kids they best way they knew how. I was there when some of them met harm in service to the greater good, and was saddened when some of them didn't recover. [Little plug here: If you ever enjoyed an episode of Hill Street Blues, Law & Order, or NYPD Blue, you may want to take a look at these. All of those trace their roots right back to the 87th Precinct.]
But now, after all these years, I have come to the very last book. I had to skip this one, initially. I found and read the two on either side of it, but I could never locate this particular one (it came out in 1976). Oh, I could have ordered a hardcopy from one of those websites, but that was not part of the game at the time. Now, because ALL of them have become available on Kindle, I am going to read it electronically.
And I am reluctant to start. But I am going to start. And I am going to read it. Partly because I just can't stand to not know what happened. But it is also partly due to the fact that I have learned something important about endings: they aren't really endings.
They are transition points.
True; this particular thing is ending, but it leads to something else. That is the reality. What we have to do is stop looking at endings like they are stopping points, find a way to see where they lead. Because there is always a "next." There's a reason graduation is called "Commencement." It says in 1st Corinthians: "the present form of this world is passing away." And that is true. But it is only part of the truth.
There is something else coming to replace it.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Third Sunday after the Epiphany (January 22, 2012)
Jonah 3:1-5, 10
Psalm 62:5-12
1 Corinthians 7:29-31
Mark 1:14-20
I have never been very good at endings.
I remember reading a comment one author made about his craftwork where he indicated he thought he wrote good beginnings and great middles, but that he had trouble with endings. Man! Do I get that! When I am in the flow of it; when my characters are doing interesting things, going interesting places, speaking interesting dialog ... it is SO hard to shut the door on that.
But it is not just in the realm of writing that I have this challenge. I hate to come to the end of the books I'm reading. Orson Scott Card, opining on the craft of writing, claimed the sad ending is not the opposite of the happy ending. He reserved that dishonor for the unsatisfying ending. And I agree.
I am coming to an ending of something that has given me great joy for several years, and I am very reluctant to be done. Some years ago I decided to read all of Ed McBain's 87th Precinct novels, in order. Just so you have the picture: he wrote almost 60 of these, starting in 1956 and continuing until just a few years ago (I think he published his last in 2008). This was a tall order.
Since I wanted to read them in order, I needed to start with books first published in the mid-1950's. So, part of the fun was the hunt! My family can testify that I have haunted every used book store in my path, be it in Seattle or San Diego, Boston or Kennebunk, Sitka or Quebec, Texas or DC. And, yes, I even made a point of going to 84 Charing Cross Road when I was in London. You never know where you will find that next book. And, little by little, I did find them.
Over the years, I have been with these fictional people through good times and bad. I have watched them become parents and struggled along with them as they attempted to raise their kids they best way they knew how. I was there when some of them met harm in service to the greater good, and was saddened when some of them didn't recover. [Little plug here: If you ever enjoyed an episode of Hill Street Blues, Law & Order, or NYPD Blue, you may want to take a look at these. All of those trace their roots right back to the 87th Precinct.]
But now, after all these years, I have come to the very last book. I had to skip this one, initially. I found and read the two on either side of it, but I could never locate this particular one (it came out in 1976). Oh, I could have ordered a hardcopy from one of those websites, but that was not part of the game at the time. Now, because ALL of them have become available on Kindle, I am going to read it electronically.
And I am reluctant to start. But I am going to start. And I am going to read it. Partly because I just can't stand to not know what happened. But it is also partly due to the fact that I have learned something important about endings: they aren't really endings.
They are transition points.
True; this particular thing is ending, but it leads to something else. That is the reality. What we have to do is stop looking at endings like they are stopping points, find a way to see where they lead. Because there is always a "next." There's a reason graduation is called "Commencement." It says in 1st Corinthians: "the present form of this world is passing away." And that is true. But it is only part of the truth.
There is something else coming to replace it.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Third Sunday after the Epiphany (January 22, 2012)
Jonah 3:1-5, 10
Psalm 62:5-12
1 Corinthians 7:29-31
Mark 1:14-20
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