The Deep Blue Sea (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

We were miles out, and no matter which direction I turned, there was no land to be seen. I recall thinking, this shouldn't bother me . . . But it did.

I was born and raised in west Kentucky. Water was a big part of my life. Our town sat at the confluence of two long, navigable rivers; the Ohio and the Tennessee. We played down by the river; I learned to water-ski on that boisterous confluence; I first operated a small motorboat there. Plus, a short 20 miles southeast of us was one of America's great inland playgrounds, Kentucky Lake and Lake Barclay, with their 265 square miles of parkland: The Land Between The Lakes. I learned to swim in those lakes; boated on them, water-skied on them, camped on them.

But, at 20 years of age, I had never been "at sea." No matter what body of water, I had always been able to see land. Now, here we were, well out into the Gulf of Mexico, and there was nothing to see but water in every direction.

I confess, I didn't much care for it.

But, I didn't want to be rude. Our family friends had offered to take me out for a day of fishing and "picnicking." Every other part of that day was nice. Our onboard repast of cheese, fruit, sandwiches, and soft drinks was delicious. The company ---a retired grocer and his wife--- were warm, gentle, and fun. They were living a life-long dream: retire to Florida, buy a boat, fish in the gulf. This day, now a regular weekend experience for them, was their definition of perfect.

So, I swallowed my nervousness and incipient claustrophobia, tamped them down deep inside, and, catching some of their joy, plastered a genuine smile on my face.

Still.

The day moved along. Probably quickly for them; definitely slowly for me. We fished. We caught some. I was not surprised to discover, despite the lively movement of the boat, that I was not seasick. After all, I grew up on the water. Just not this water. And always, not stopping for a minute, was the question pinging around in my head, When will this be over?

The storm rose up early in the afternoon.

The grocer had gone below for a short, post-picnic nap. The grocer's wife and I pulled in the fishing lines ---Did I mention that neither she nor I knew how to operate the boat?--- Never taking my eyes off the mounting waves, I asked, with as much insouciance as I could muster, if we should wake her husband. She thought not; he had earned his rest. For her part, she seemed completely unaffected by the increased rocking of the boat, the tiny little whitecaps forming on the peaks of the choppy waves, and the darkening clouds rolling in from . . . Well, I had no idea which direction.

We sat. She chatted. I watched. The wind had become quite brisk before I heard the welcome sound of the hatch opening. The grocer emerged looking well rested. He looked up (the sky was growing darker). He looked out (the waves were growing higher). His eyes fell on the stored fishing gear. Then, as calm as you please, he said, "We should probably head back in." He was not concerned. He knew what to do.

I recall thinking, He's got this.

And that's when I finally relaxed. Oh, our return trip was bouncy, and windy, but I enjoyed it. Partly, because I knew we were headed ashore, but, mostly, because I was confident in his confidence. He was the master of the boat. He understood the relationship of the craft to the water. He knew how to take that vessel through the weather and on into the safety of the port.

Sometimes our lives take on similar dimensions. We find ourselves in a place where the "mighty waters" of life threaten; we're tossed about by the wind and the waves. But, no matter how far out we are, no matter how deep, we can take comfort. This week's Lectionary selection from Psalms 93 says: “The ocean depths raise their voice, O Lord; they raise their voice and roar. The Lord rules supreme in heaven, greater than the roar of the ocean, more powerful than the waves of the sea.” (Psalm‬ ‭93:3-4‬ ‭GNT‬‬)

The Lord is not disturbed by the high winds, the mounting waves, the darkening clouds. No matter the storms that arise on our journey through this life, we can have confidence in His confidence.

He's got this.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
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Reign of Christ - Proper 29 (34) (November 22, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
2 Samuel 23:1-7
Psalm 132:1-12, (13-18)
Alternate First reading and Psalm
Daniel 7:9-10, 13-14
Psalm 93
Second reading
Revelation 1:4b-8
Gospel
John 18:33-37
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Will you be in Waco Friday morning? Join us for Lectionary Breakfast at the "Egg and I" restaurant from 8:00 to 9:00 for an hour like no other. The scriptures are fascinating, the food is tasty, and our fellow travelers are just the best. ☺️

Enjoy the week!
Steve

The Sting (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

Robert Redford plays Johnny Hooker and Paul Newman plays Henry Gondorf in the film, The Sting. In brief, for those you have yet to see it: the movie is about two con men who swindle an evil mob boss out of half a million dollars during the Great Depression (1930's). They mount the con as revenge for the mob boss murdering their friend. It was nominated for ten Academy Awards and won seven. Redford and Newman were, of course, handsome, debonair, and wholly likable.

Almost everyone has seen it and enjoyed how the complex plot results in the comeuppance of the evil man. Ocean's Eleven (12, 13, etc.) have a similar plot skeleton, as has several stories and movies. We like these stories because we like seeing bad or greedy people get what we believe is due them ---the pain of losing something dear to them (in this case, money)--- and done so in an entertaining way.

What's not to like?

Well, maybe a lot.

In reality, there really was a Gondorf (Fred). He and his brother (Charley) really did work this scam. But they did it for money, not for justice. The actual "sting" was pulled on an Englishman in 1914 who was cheated out of real money: $10,000 (a very large sum in 1914). The Englishmen took his complaint to the real police and Gondorf went to a real prison. The money, of course, was long gone.

In reality, ordinary people are scammed out of their hard earned money every day. They almost never get it back; even if the perpetrators are caught; even if the con artists go to jail. Worse than that (hard to imagine something worse, isn't it?), widows and widowers, the poor, and the homeless are common targets, as well.

Wait. What?!

How can those who are "in need" be targets of scams?

Contrary to the movies, most con artists are heartless criminals with no concern for anyone but themselves. Most will stoop to anything, including murder, to get what they want. And that brings us to this week's Lectionary selection from Mark. Jesus identifies an even lower level of con artist scum.

I'll grant you, there were likely some good "scribes" living and plying their trade in those days, but my money is on Jesus being correct in his charging the greater majority of them with something worse than criminal behavior: using their understanding of God's Law to swindle widows and their families out of the little they had. I know, it's really difficult to believe someone could stoop so low.

Remember, Judas loudly decried the "waste" of the expensive perfume used to anoint Jesus' feet because it could have been sold and the money distributed to the poor. Scripture tells us he didn't mean it, that he just wanted the money placed in the ministry purse so he could embezzle it. That's a man personally selected by Jesus to be one of the original 12.

Yes, sad as it is to contemplate, there are people among us who will swindle us out of our money; using God, Jesus, the Bible ---whatever works--- to move our property from our control the theirs. And they absolutely do not care if their "marks" are already impoverished or hurting from the loss of a loved one. All they care about is whether they can successfully scam the mark.

It's bad enough that these kinds of people walk our streets. It is far worse that they walk the aisles of our churches. They don't just "sting" their marks: they destroy them, wound their faith, and drive them away from God. We have to be alert to these wolves in sheep's clothing. Still. And we need wisdom to discern the wolves from the real sheep. For most of those who have fallen prey to these wolves, there is only one consolation:

Jesus promised “These men will be punished most severely.” (Mark‬ ‭12:40‬ ‭NIV‬)

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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 27 (32) (November 8, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Ruth 3:1-5; 4:13-17
Psalm 127
Alternate First reading and Psalm
1 Kings 17:8-16
Psalm 146
Second reading
Hebrews 9:24-28
Gospel
Mark 12:38-44

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Breakfast, scripture, fellowship, and fun. How do you beat that combination? Join is Friday mornings for Lectionary Breakfast at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant. We meet at 8:00 for about an hour.

I wouldn't steer you wrong.

Enjoy the week!
Steve

Remembering Mrs. Rudolph (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

What was I doing in a remedial English class?

The full answers are complicated and must be saved for another time. The short version: my prior year English teacher had recommended it. Granted, it was a first-world problem (like all of my problems), but as a freshly minted high schooler, I was in shock.

Just to be clear, this was not a language class like Spanish or French. This was the U.S. schools version of English (i.e., grammar): a class about reading literature, identifying themes, writing papers, crafting declarative sentences, etc.

I had always loved reading, and in recent times had begun to enjoy writing, as well. With each passing year, school had become more interesting to me. I was excited about the new adventures I supposed were coming my way at the high school.

But, no. At least not in English.

It was a very difficult year for me. Despite realizing pretty quickly that I was improperly slotted, my English teacher was unable to correct the situation, though she tried. I stayed the entire school year. I lost hope. Things got so bad, I actually considered dropping out of school (which was allowed at age 16). I came to think of that year as my "low year."

And then, just when I had decided that school, at least school like that, was not for me, Mrs. Rudolph rescued me.

In the church calendar, November 1st is All Saints Day, the time set aside to remember those who have gone before; fathers and mothers of the church, martyrs, our own loved ones, and, not incidentally, those significant others who helped shape our lives. And so I pause to remember Rosemary Rudolph, teacher extraordinaire.

I had known her since my early childhood; she and her husband lived directly across 21st Street from us. So, perhaps when she heard about my unusual predicament through the English teacher grapevine, she recognized my name. I'm not sure how she came to be involved. I just know that at the critical moment, I was directed to go to a certain room and there was Mrs. Rudolph offering a possible way out.

The room, a precursor to today's reading labs, was intended for people who had problems reading. But Mrs. Rudolph explained to me that we (oh, how I cherished that word!) would be using it to measure and document my reading ability. She told me it would cost me a study hall twice a week, but promised me that if I could perform well there, I could have a chance to move into an English class more suited to my abilities. I don't know if she knew just how at-risk I was. Maybe. Or maybe she just wanted to collect some assessments more objective than the opinions of one individual.

There are many fine teachers toiling away in our public schools; low pay, little spare time, working far more hours than most of us. And I am privileged to know a few of them. These folks deserve our thanks and more. There are many stories about sacrifices teachers have made for their students.

Mrs. Rudolph was NOT my teacher; on her own, she came up with a scheme to use the reading lab assessment tools to prove I was a good reader and writer, and she arranged with who-knows-how-many in the faculty and administration for me to spend two study halls each week working there. That seems above and beyond to me. It was remarkable that anyone, especially a teacher who did not have me in class, was taking time away from what I know was a packed workday to try to fix the problem!

I did my part: I delivered good work in my English class, gave the reading lab my all, and made good grades in my other classes. And Mrs. Rudolph did hers. When the next school year rolled around, I found I was assigned to an English class more commensurate with my skills and abilities:

Mrs. Rudolph's.

We read a lot in Mrs. Rudolph's class, and we wrote a lot. Yes, I found it challenging, especially following an entire year where the greatest challenges were not academic, but rather boredom and depression. Oh, don't think I considered my "low year" a wasted year. What one may have meant for ill, God meant for good. I learned several lessons that "low" year in English, just not a lot on the topic. From my classmates, I learned that a person's value is not related to their academic performance; that some people just need a little help to move past the thing that's holding them back; and, perhaps most importantly, I learned that friendships need not always be with people who are like us. Different is good.

Mrs. Rudolph has passed from this world. But she is well remembered, and not just by me. In her obituary, I read that the Board of Education conferred on her the coveted "Most Inspiring Teacher" Award a few years ago. Mrs. Rudolph loved the Lord, and that relationship was the energy that moved her through this world and the compass that guided her actions. She embodied, and not just for me, the commandment to "love your neighbor as yourself."

A saint, indeed.
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I am including both the regular Lectionary readings and this for All Saints Day; readers choice.

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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 26 (31) (November 1, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Ruth 1:1-18
Psalm 146
Alternate First reading and Psalm
Deuteronomy 6:1-9
Psalm 119:1-8
Second reading
Hebrews 9:11-14
Gospel
Mark 12:28-34

All Saints Day (November 1, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 24
Second reading
Revelation 21:1-6a
Gospel
John 11:32-44

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We're having a great time Friday mornings at Lectionary Breakfast. Join us and spend some time with saints-still-becoming. We read, discuss, nosh, and laugh (not necessarily in that order). We meet at 8:00 at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant for about an hour.

You would love it 😇

Enjoy the week!
Steve

Radiant (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

Winters in our little river city could be harsh. When the cold temps combined with the wind off the river, the result was bone-chilling. And one place we could almost always count on to experience that cold was in Mrs. Maguire's Algebra class. Oh, there was nothing wrong with the radiators in her classroom. They performed their steamy duty as well as any. No, the problem was the windows.

If Mrs. Maguire thought anyone's attention was drifting, or their participation was subpar, she opened those windows.

Plus, to underscore how serious she was about the need to be engaged in her class, she would relocate people to sit by the open windows. Now, I'll grant you the radiators were directly below the windows. So, no matter how cold it was on that side of the room, no one was in any real danger. Those radiators kept radiating.

Still, as you can imagine, most of us were especially vigilant in her class that winter. Sitting next to the radiators could be warm, but that could change in an instant if she opened the windows to let those winter winds slice into the room.

Those radiators, whether warming us or serving the will of Mrs. Maguire, could have been called a different term: radiants. For the most part, we use "radiant" as an adjective. It has synonyms like illuminated, brilliant, gleaming, glowing, ablaze, luminous, luminescent, lustrous, incandescent, dazzling, shimmering, resplendent. We say things like "she looked radiant that evening" or "the radiant energy filled the room."

But it also works as a noun.

A person or thing can BE a radiant; the conduit for all that energy outflow.

I have to wonder if that is what the Psalmist means when he writes in this week's Lectionary, "Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.” (Psalm‬ ‭34:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬) It certainly was true of Moses. He spent so much time in God's presence that he glowed from the exposure. He became a radiant.

Those radiants kept us warm that winter in Mrs. Maguire's classroom, but only because they were connected to the source, the generator of all that steam heat. Disconnected, they would have been just so much cold metal. What about us? Are we radiants? Do we spend so much time in the presence of the Lord that others cannot help but experience God's warmth and glow?

Be a radiant.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
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Proper 25 (30) (October 25, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Job 42:1-6, 10-17
Psalm 34:1-8, (19-22)
Alternate First reading and Psalm
Jeremiah 31:7-9
Psalm 126
Second reading
Hebrews 7:23-28
Gospel
Mark 10:46-52
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Fall is such a busy time. I hope you can make time to come to Lectionary Breakfast on Friday morning. We gather at 8:00 for an hour of fellowship, scripture reading, discussion; plus a few laughs along the way. Join us at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant for a sure fire way to ensure you have a great week.

Enjoy!
Steve

Got to BE a Better Way (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

The other people in the restaurant gave us some strange looks.

Granted, we earned those looks. Partly, it was the hour. A large gaggle of high school students troops into the Frisch's Big Boy at 10:00 p.m. on a school night; that, by itself, would turn a few heads. In our little river city, everyone knew where we were SUPPOSED to be at that hour: at home, maybe even in bed, already. School days started early.

We pushed a few tables together, earning more looks. Each of us asked for a menu, but almost all of us just ordered a Big Boy, fries, and drink. One girl ordered a salad. And one guy ordered onion rings instead of fries. But none of us actually looked at the menus in our hands. That got us a look from the waitress.

Then, only after putting in our orders, we lifted our menus and started reading them ... out loud ... expressively.

We were there because drama rehearsal at the high school had run a bit later than usual. And, well, no one really wanted to go home. We were keyed up and hungry. There were one or two other places open that late where high school students could legitimately go, but Big Boy was right across the street and, thus, the natural choice.

Yes, it was a few minutes of light-hearted silliness; but as odd as it may seem, the expressive reading of those menus actually served a purpose. If we could infuse interest and convey meaning when reading the words printed on a menu, we were well on our way to doing the same with the lines in our spring play. Mr. Miller, our erstwhile speech teacher and drama coach, would have been happy for our industry; but, likely, a little chagrined at our choice of venue.

There's a great scene in the movie, The Candidate, where Robert Redford's character, first time senatorial candidate Bill McKay, has recently given in to his campaign advisors and adopted a slogan, "There's got to be a better way -- McKay." In the scene, he slumps in the back seat of a car, exhausted from an already long day of campaigning that is far from over. He repeatedly mumbles part of the slogan, each time changing the emphasis: "Got to BE a better way ... GOT to be a better way ... Got to be a BETTER way ... Got to be a better WAY." In the front seat, two of his handlers give each other the eye, wondering if he has gone over the edge.

Our late night burgers and menu readings were something like that scene, and the event stands out in my memory. Not just because of the looks we garnered, and not at all because my reading partner was a cute girl (smile). It stands out because it underscored for me, in an unforgettable way, that HOW we read the words of others MATTERS. Changing which words or syllables to emphasize in a sentence or phrase can completely change the meaning.

And so, I call on you to read with care the words of God in this week's Lectionary selection from Job, especially the opening sentences. Many a translator has rendered Job 38:2-3 to "read" almost conversationally. Consider the New Revised Standard Version: "Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up your loins like a man, I will question you, and you shall declare to me."

I found this same kind of mild rendering in many translations and versions. And even though the word, "counsel" actually indicates God's design or purposes ---See? That already changes the meaning--- some substituted "advice" for "counsel," making it even more bland. With the exception of Job 19:25, these final chapters are the most important in the book, and among the most important in the Bible. They are all about the sovereignty of God. And "hearing" them correctly makes a difference.

Below is my understanding of the meaning of those two key verses, the ones that set the tone for the remainder of God's response to Job. I welcome your comments and thoughts. Let me know if you agree or if you "hear" it differently.

"WHO dares? Who DARES cloud MY DESIGN in darkness? Step forward and brace yourself. Now it is MY turn to interrogate YOU. Perhaps you think YOU can teach ME."

Now go read the rest of it.

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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 24 (29) (October 18, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Job 38:1-7, (34-41)
Psalm 104:1-9, 24, 35c
Alternate First reading and Psalm
Isaiah 53:4-12
Psalm 91:9-16
Second reading
Hebrews 5:1-10
Gospel
Mark 10:35-45

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We're having a GREAT time Friday mornings at Lectionary breakfast! The food, the scriptures, and, seriously, the laughter, add immeasurably to the quality of our weeks and our lives. If you're nearby, join us at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant at 8:00 for an hour like no other. If you've ever wondered, let me assure you, there really IS a better way.

Enjoy the week!
Steve
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For more info about the wonderful Frisch's Big Boy restaurants, check out this link; it's the source of the above photo: http://www.ohiohistorycentral.org/w/Frisch's_Big_Boy

The Possibilities in the Subtleties (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

Caldwell O'Connor had always loved steam driven locomotives. Even as a boy.

And when he recognized the steady replacement of steam by petroleum products was going to put an end to them, O'Connor felt an urgency to capture those behemoths on film, before they vanished into history. And of course, he wanted to capture them in motion.

There was just one problem.

He quickly discovered something other filmmakers could have told him: fast-moving objects appeared jerky when filmed. There was no way to smoothly film their progress across a field of vision. Cameras didn't move that fast without shaking.

So, being an engineer by trade, O'Connor invented a solution. He called it the "fluid-damped camera head." It was a a silicone-filled platform that fit between the camera and the tripod. It eliminated the jerkiness that plagued the rapid panning required to film fast-moving objects.

It solved what he thought was the problem.

One day, while pursuing his joy of filming moving steam-powered locomotives, a stranger tapped O'Connor on the shoulder and asked to take a look. As the guy seemed to know his way around cameras, O'Connor agreed. By his comments, the stranger indicated he recognized what O'Connor had accomplished. And then he asked O'Connor to make 10 of the platforms for him.

That stranger was Walt Disney.

With his expert eye, Disney observed O'Connor's operation of his camera as he filmed racing steam-driven locomotives, the ultra smooth panning as the lens followed the train across the landscape. He recognized something most of us wouldn't even register: O'Connor was filming more smoothly than was possible with existing motion picture technology.

It was a subtle thing, but Walt saw the possibilities in it.

When Walt Disney tapped O'Connor on the shoulder that day, it changed the course of O'Connor's life. He went on to developed many engineering marvels, and he later won the Academy Award for his creation of the "fluid-damped camera head," an invention that completely changed filmmaking. He quit his job with the power company to work full time on his engineering projects, many of which were for Disney.

Disney was in the process of trying to film The Living Desert, one of his first live action nature films. He, too, had been plagued by the jerkiness of rapid panning required to film, in his case, fast moving animals. Using the O'Connor head, The Living Desert went on to win the very first "Academy Award for Documentary Feature."

O'Connor saw his invention as solving his problem: filming trains. Walt Disney saw the possibilities of the O'Connor head for filming ANY moving object; that it was an industry-changing invention.

And it all started with a tap on the shoulder.

Disney, an acknowledged master in his realm, saw the possibilities in the subtleties. He knew that with this relationship he could do wonders. We need someone like that in our lives, someone who can observe us so closely they can perceive the possibilities in aspects so subtle that even we may not recognize them as potential strengths.

In this week's Lectionary, Job is reeling from all the terrible things that have befallen him and his family. Job believed in God, but he had a different relationship with God than we do. Job lived in a world that associated material gain with the belief that It came about because of God's favor, God's approval. In the world view of Job's time, he should have been immune to tragedy.

We know different.

Job also believed if only he could find a way into God's presence he could present his concerns, make his case, receive an explanation of what he had done to deserve such tragedies, and perhaps get some instruction on how to correct his faults. For Job, this was hope.

It is different for us.

We know we have someone who desires the very best for us. We don't have to wait until our lives come apart before we reach out to Him. If we're open to it, we can begin an adventure with just a gentle tap on our spiritual shoulders. We need only be expectantly still.

The Master, who can see the possibilities in our subtleties, can do wonders.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
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Proper 23 (28) (October 11, 2015)

Job 23:1-9, 16-17
Psalm 22:1-15
Amos 5:6-7, 10-15
Psalm 90:12-17
Hebrews 4:12-16
Mark 10:17-31
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Be sure to read all of this coming week's Lectionary selections. This is one of those weeks when they all fit together. We're looking at Job, in particular, so start there.

Then join us for Lectionary Breakfast Friday morning at 8:00 at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant. We'll be talking about what happened to Job (and why), and whether we need to be concerned about something like that happening to us.

Enjoy the week!
Steve


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The Parts of a Pause (a Lectionary reflection by Steve Orr)

When I was young, the way we watched movies was a very different enterprise than today. Films were actually recorded on FILM, not captured digitally. Copies were made of films and physically shipped from one part of the country to the other rather than transferred digitally across the Internet.

The method for showing a film, today, is rather simple: essentially just activating the digital copy to "play." Back then, someone had to physically thread the film into a projector through which was then shone a very bright light. There was an art to that threading of film. If not accomplished correctly, the film would not feed along the sprockets to the correct position: i. e., where the bright light would project the image out toward the screen where it would be viewed.

It was a lot more complicated for the user, and could lead to FEED OUT (the film feeding right back out of the projector instead of onward into the machine), FEED BACK (the film processing through the machine, but exiting before it arrives at the projection point), or, hopefully, FEED THROUGH (the film moving through and arriving at the point where the creativity of the film can be shared by all viewers).

And that brings me to the parts of a pause. A while back, the Disney organization set out to discover what, if anything, occurs in someone's mind immediately after receiving a stimulus. Understanding that could provide Disney with valuable knowledge, knowledge they could use in shaping what they offer, to whom, and when.

What they learned was that there is a pause between a stimulus being received by someone and their response to that stimulus. And, they discovered something even more interesting: the pause had parts.

Much like the film of yesteryear, a stimulus could produce different results based on what happens during that pause. Should the person respond without thinking, it would be like FEED OUT, just an immediate reaction to the stimulus (you hit me, I immediately hit you back). A more nuanced response would be similar to FEED BACK, where a person uses some portion of that pause to reflect on previous responses to similar stimuli (you hit me, I recall a previous time you did so and decide to employ the same response I did then).

The final part of the pause could be like FEED THROUGH; neither reacting nor settling for a selection from previous responses, but rather moving on through to the creative response (You hit me; I elect to turn the other cheek). Here, at last, was where people in the business of creativity were likely to find a response most useful to their trade.

We, too, can find these metaphors useful. We have options when we read scripture. We CAN simply react without thought. Alternately, and perhaps better in many circumstances, we can reflect of our previous responses and let the scriptures reinforce our behaviors. Finally, we may well find it useful to push on through to the creative response, considering a new thought, a new way of living our lives with God.

I think there was just such a moment when Jesus told his followers “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” (‭Mark‬ ‭10:14-15‬ ‭NIV‬‬)

Pause for a bit and think about that.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 22 (27) (October 4, 2015)
First reading and Psalm
Job 1:1, 2:1-10
Psalm 26
Alternate First reading and Psalm
Genesis 2:18-24
Psalm 8
Second reading
Hebrews 1:1-4, 2:5-12
Gospel
Mark 10:2-16
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Lectionary Breakfast resumes Friday morning at the Waco "Egg and I" restaurant. We gather at 8:00 for a wonderful hour of fellowship and food; both for the body and for the soul. Come and pause with us for a space between the stimuli and responses that make up your week.

Enjoy the week!
Steve