Saturday, March 17, 2018

of sermons and herding kittens: a very brief snapshot

I'm still writing my sermon for tomorrow. 
This is an accurate enactment of the process and current state of affairs:

It appears that my sermon process has given up something for Lent. When it sits still, I'll let you know what that is.

Meanwhile, onward, by the grace of God!

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Duxbury Interfaith Council 2018 Spring Holiday Basket Project

Last weekend there was a (tiny little) snowstorm. Noah didn't amount to much after all. Yesterday and today it has been spring. 

just after sunrise this morning
a beautiful start to a beautiful day

It's been over 60 here in Duxbury, and it was 73 in Cambridge yesterday afternoon when I was up to speak with the Center for the Study of World Religions at Harvard Div. I was wishing I could add a few extra hours in the afternoon to wander around and look at birds. (That's not an unusual wish, however.)

happy long-tailed duck, already anticipating the loveliness

Tomorrow I hear it will snow again. 

"You did not just say that..."

Meanwhile, however, I have received a confirmation that spring is on the way, Punxutawney Phil notwithstanding. It's time to think about the DIC food drive for our holiday meal baskets. Care to participate? See below for possibilities. 


The Outreach Committee of the Duxbury Interfaith Council is planning the Spring Holiday food basket project to distribute holiday meals to our less fortunate neighbors.  This has become a major community endeavor, and we are asking for your help.  We thank you for your continued support, as do over 130 recipient families.


DONATIONS OF MONEY:  Please make check payable to the Duxbury Interfaith Council and mail to P.O. Box 1161, Duxbury, MA  02331. 

DONATIONS OF FOOD:  Please drop off all non-perishable items at Holy Family Church, 601 Tremont Street, by Saturday, March 24th   
Non-perishable donations needed:
      Canned Goods:  Yellow and Green vegetables, Cranberry Sauce, Canned Gravy
      Juice:  Non-frozen concentrated juice mix
      Packaged Dessert Mixes: Quick Bread, Muffins, Brownie, Cake & Frosting
      Baked Goods: Cookies, Brownies, Squares, Cupcakes, Quick Breads, and Pies.
Baked Goods should be dropped off no later than 3:00 pm on Monday, March 26th.
**No food donations in glass containers and within expiration dates, please.

There is always an enormous need for home-style baked goods for the Spring Baskets.  Please consider baking from scratch or purchasing from a local supermarket bakery.  These goods add a personal touch to the baskets.


BASKET ASSEMBLY:  At Holy Family Church Parish Center, 601 Tremont St. 
Tuesday, March 27th 9:00 AM-12:00 Noon and Wednesday March 28th from 9:00 AM – 12:00 Noon

BASKET PICKUP/DELIVERY:  Most recipients pick up their baskets.  We need help loading the baskets into cars and delivering baskets on Wednesday, March 28th.d from 12:00 – 4:00 pm (strong adults only) 
Deliveries begin at 1:00 pm.

Everyone should have a nice dinner.

Monday, January 8, 2018

after celebration and storm

Well, Merry Christmas Epiphany!

The wreaths and ribbons and lights are all coming down now, which always makes me sad, especially when it is cold and grey.

The candles in my prayer corner remain, however; their warmth reminds me of that which really matters. 

Today was our sabbath - that is to say, our day of rest - on which I try to spend time outside and also do some walking, both of which lift my spirits considerably.

I thought I'd go look for a few ducks late this afternoon on my way to do errands. I knew things were pretty well frozen, but the black ducks had made an appearance on the shore near us earlier in the day (binoculars!). The river mouth and the Powder Point Bridge over the bay are often good gathering places for ducks, so I headed out in all optimism.

Not so much.

At the river mouth, there was some water between the bridge and the otherwise iced-up inlet, but nothing stirring. As I was preparing to leave again, an intrepid little bufflehead popped up.

She was determined to find something in the water flowing back with the incoming tide from under the ice.

I do hope she found something eventually. Nothing much seemed to be coming her way; nevertheless, she persisted.

At the Powder Point Bridge, nothing but pigeons and a few gulls, high up. It only took a glance to see that my vision of eiders, loons, scoters, and buffleheads was not to be. The bay was completely frozen over; even the water I thought was open had ice not far underneath.

I only made it half way across before turning back, realizing that the return walk would not be at all fun in the stiff, cold wind.

What I saw, however, was lovely in its own stark way. The colors were stunning.

Not much of a birding expedition, but an experience of beauty for which I am grateful. Perhaps at some point I can paint it. (I did learn on retreat one year, however, that watercolors freeze very fast outdoors in January. My spiritual director was quite amused.)

May God grant you such beauty and serenity as well.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Hark What A Sound - An Advent Hymn

I was just typing out in large print the text of a beloved Advent hymn for one of my sisters, and I thought I'd share it with you. Not much out there with the tune I love (Highwood), but I did find something on YouTube for you as well. Blessings on the rest of your (very short!) Advent as we look forward to celebrating the Incarnation of Our Lord in a few days. 

1.  Hark what a sound, and too divine for hearing,
stirs on the earth and trembles in the air!
Is it the thunder of the Lord's appearing?
Is it the music of his people's prayer?

2.  Surely he cometh, and a thousand voices
shout to the saints, and to the deaf are dumb;
surely he cometh, and the earth rejoices,
glad in his coming who hath sworn: I come!

3.  This hath he done, and shall we not adore him?
This shall he do, and can we still despair?
Come, let us quickly fling ourselves before him,
cast at his feet the burden of our care.

4.  Through life and death, through sorrow and through sinning,
he shall suffice me, for he hath sufficed:
Christ is the end, for Christ was the beginning,
Christ the beginning, for the end is Christ.

composer: Richard Runciman Terry (1865-1938)
author of text: Frederic William Henry Myers (1843-1901)

Text typed out thanks to a fabulous source:

Saturday, December 2, 2017

called out upon the waters

Tomorrow I go on my annual 8-day retreat - silence to spend time in prayer and resting in the Lord and his beauty. Someone played this song reflecting on Peter's stepping out of the boat. Now I'm bringing it with me: on this retreat, I seek to grow deeper in trust of God so as to say YES more fully, more promptly, and in Christ's peace. I am so grateful.

Early in the morning Jesus came walking toward them on the sea. But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, saying, “It is a ghost!” And they cried out in fear. But immediately Jesus spoke to them and said, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.” Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat, started walking on the water, and came toward Jesus. But when he noticed the strong wind, he became frightened, and beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Jesus immediately reached out his hand and caught him, saying to him, “You of little faith, why did you doubt?”

-- Matthew 14:25-31

You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Songwriters: Joel Houston / Matt Crocker / Salomon Lighthelm
Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group

Hillsong United

Friday, November 3, 2017


Steam coming out of my ears. In whose universe are things going well enough in Haiti that temporary protected status needs to be rescinded?

Cholera (which didn't exist in Haiti before the earthquake brought UN troops carrying it). Hurricanes. The Dominican Republic rescinding full citizenship for people who couldn't prove their grandparents had papers - so many people with possible Haitian ancestry who had never lived in Haiti and sometimes didn't even speak Creole got dumped over the border into Haiti. And so on.

Want specific stories? Here are some I just read: ‘How would I survive going back there?’

This has approximately the same odor as the toilet I plunged earlier this evening. That, however, in contrast, was much more temporary even than this temporary protected status.

I'm sure things are pretty bad in Central America; I can't speak to that, so I'll stick to fuming about Haiti tonight and do more research later.

Here's the article I've come across tonight:

I would love to write more, but the Great Silence approaches, and I want to post tonight and call attention to this as soon as possible. That and prayer are all I can do for the moment.  More tomorrow, perhaps.  I'm off to speak to the Lord about this in no uncertain terms. 'Night, all.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

"Goodnight Moon" as read by LeVar Burton to Neil deGrasse Tyson

"Many moons ago, in a far off place..."

OK, I'll stop before I get too far singing from Once Upon a Mattress, the Princess and the Pea musical. 

Many moons ago, one of my younger sisters founded the Moon Club (I kid you not). Around the same general time, she had a school friend who owed her so many favors that she made him call her every night to read her a bedtime story.

I wonder if one of them was Goodnight Moon.

Now, I will never catch up on favors after all she has done, especially in the last five years. However, I promise I will never again draw a line up the middle of a room we share or charge her rent if she borrows my clothing. Unless she throws it on the floor again, but I digress... :-D 

Better yet, I have a bedtime story for her.

Liz, this one's for you. ❤

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

— Margaret Wise Brown, Goodnight Moon

Time for the Great Silence. Everyone sleep well.