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Hoosier Musings on the Road to Emmaus

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Saying goodbye

My, we crammed a lot into our last day on the island!

First we drove up to the Dole Plantation and worked our way through the world's largest maze.

Oahu's North Shore
Then we wandered up to Oahu's North Shore for lunch. This is a beautiful drive, and very different from the south side of the island. The landscape is more austere and the waves are much higher (this is where all the surfers were, Frank).


Sea turtle


The surfers weren't the only wildlife we saw up there, though.






Then we hustled back down to the airport to pick up a friend, former classmate, and the newest priest in Hawaii! Moki had to come to Ohau from Maui for a clergy conference, and was able to fly in a day early so we could have dinner together before we left. He went with us to visit St. Andrew's Cathedral, then out to an incredible dinner, and a final drive up to an outlook over the city before we had to leave.

Saying goodbye

We had a wonderful trip. I'm still content to be living on the mainland, but I'm looking forward to the time we can go back someday. For an extended period.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Our last night


The boys playing in the ocean as the sun sets. Does it get any better than this?

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Further Adventures

Bishop MuseumWe spent one morning at the Bishop's Museum - a lovely campus covering both science and natural history.

We visited several of the buildings, but the kids' favorite was the new science facility. There was an understandable focus on volcanic formation and behavior; but they also had exhibits on underwater exploration, local insect and animal life, and Hawaiian mythology.

Bishop Museum

Buttons to push, tunnels to explore and equipment to operate are good things, even when you're supposed to be a grownup.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Military memories



These are offices at Hickam Air Force Base. Originally built as base housing, the building dates back to before the attack on Pearl Harbor. The damage you can see at the corner is due to strafing fire. Several buildings still bear such scars.

Submarine


This picture was also taken at Hickam. From the beach there we could see a submarine being towed into Pearl Harbor.



This is the monument at the top of the Punchbowl-- the crater of an extinct volcano. It was set aside as a cemetary, and the remains of those killed in the Pearl harbor attack were buried there.

Arizona Memorial

Arizona memorialFrom our visit to the Arizona Memorial, the diagram at left shows the positioning of the monument over the wreckage below. This is also a burial site. There were 1,177 men lost on the ship that day, and their remains still rest below. Some of the survivors of that day have also chosen, when they die, to be buried with their shipmates; their cremated remains are dropped into one of the turrets. The names of some two dozen men who have chosen this are listed on a separate stone in the memorial.

Tuesday Adventures


Mark took us to a favorite hiking place of his. It's not an especially easy trail; the local DNR has improved and maintained it, but just barely. It took us just under an hour of meandering steadily uphill, over rocks and around trees and through boggy mud, to reach the top.

It was worth every inch-- because when we finally got there, this was what we saw:














Manoa Falls.
Amazing.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Tourist Monday

Yes, we've been busy not being busy. So I'm catching up on vacation reporting tonight.

Monday we trotted around Waikiki for a while. Quite honestly, it was not the most impressive part of the trip for this Chicagoland native. All I could think was "Lake Shore Drive, with palm trees." Many high-rent shopping opportunities, much frenetic activity. We bought a few things, of course; I even got talked into a dress in a pretty hibiscus print. My favorite store visit, however, was the one you see at left, with an enormous salt water tank through which visitors could walk. I've seen something similar up at the Mall of America, as a ticketed activity; but this was a freebie for anyone wandering by. What fun!

We didn't go to the beach there-- nice enough, we were told, but crowded and not nearly so pleasant as our experience at Bellows the day before.


Then we went to our first Official Tourist Event, and attended a luau that evening. I'm glad to have gone-- great food, and a fun evening's entertainment-- but once is enough, I think.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Sunday's adventures

The short story:

Sunday morning worship at St. George's:



After which we chatted at coffee hour, while the boy found other ways to entertain himself.



Then we went out to the beach for the afternoon. The locals were complaining about the weather, because the skies were overcast; but we didn't seem to find that a problem.


Sunday, February 19, 2006

Seventh Sunday after Epiphany

Year B
Isaiah 43:18-25
Psalm 32 or 32:1-8
2 Corinthians 1:18-22
Mark 2:1-12


I love this story. It’s a great image, isn’t it? Jesus has developed something of a following at this point. So much so that when folks hear where he’s staying, they make a beeline for the place.

The “open door policy” that was part of the culture led to standing room only; it was crowded. But, then just as now, there were those among the crowd who never seem to have problems getting front row seats. You never see politicians or celebrities up in the nosebleed section, do you? Well, humanity hasn’t changed much, and there was a very hierarchical structure to Jewish society. It was reflected in the very structure of the Temple in Jerusalem, with its gated areas limiting who could pass further in: first, the Court of the Gentiles, then the Court of the Women, then beyond regular male Jews there was Priestly caste, and then the center,
holy of holies, where only the high priest could go-- and that only once a year.

So when we hear “scribe,” we need to remember that this was not some kind of notetaker, or recorder-- a sort of secretarial role. They were priests, these men (they would have all been men, back then) and highly educated professionals; the sort we would address today as “Rev. Dr.” They were high ranking officials, coming from several different branches of Judaism (we hear later of the “scribes of the Pharisees,” which leads one to believe that there would have been scribes of the sadducees, etc. as well). Whatever sect they came from, they would have been the ones responsible for maintaining, explaining and interpreting the details of Jewish law.

In military terms, they were the JAG officers of their culture.

In this story, I imagine they were present in an investigative role-- checking out this Nazarene, seeing what all the fuss was about. Being who they were, they would have had been accorded a certain respect and deference, and given the best seats in the house. That likely meant they were front and center when the ceiling crumbled away above them, and the group lowered their paralyzed friend to the ground.

That meant they were there to hear Jesus’ words, announcing the man had been forgiven, very clearly. Now, we have the benefit of 2000 years of hindsight; we know that Jesus was God, and had this authority. They did not. All they saw and heard was this unknown Jew, of no rank and questionable reputation, telling this obviously sinful man (illness or incapacity stemmed from sin) that his sins were forgiven. Where does he get off, usurping God’s authority that way?! Talk about bypassing the chain of command! Imagine the reaction of our JAG officer to actually witnessing some egregious insubordination, and you’ll have a clearer of how they must have felt.

This was the beginning of tension with the authorities, because Jesus made a practice of this. He did it all the time. This is just the first time in Mark’s gospel that there are official witnesses. That was part of why he came, brothers and sisters-- to upset the status quo, to question authority, to defy the powers that be wo were letting legalism get in the way of human relationship with God. Overturning human authority, and bypassing that chain of command, was part of his objective, his mission-- and, if we are to be committed Christian disciples, it is part of ours as well.

Now, let’s back up. I’m not saying that hierarchical structures and a chain of command are always bad things. Not at all. I am not in the military, like many of you are; but I am a parent. And our children will tell you, our household also has a hierarchical structure. It is not a democracy, but more of a benevolent dictatorship, and there are rules they must follow and ways they must behave if they wish it to remain benevolent.

Likewise, we in the Episcopal church also have something of an overarching authority structure. We are not a congregational church. Each of us, layperson bishop, priest and deacon, has a call to ministry, and a part to play. Having taken vows of obedience to the authority and direction of my bishop twice now, I am well aware of this.

On the other hand, there are times when rules and regulations and “what’s proper” can and should be reconsidered.

Let me give you just a small example. Once, when our children were small, we went out for lunch at a local diner. As the waitress brought out our food, our son-- then three years old, and normally a very quiet, introverted child-- reminded us that “we need to say grace.” I was surprised, but agreed. Then he surprised us further by announcing in a firm voice, “I will say it.” So we bowed our heads, and he did-- as a rhythmic chant, and at the top of his lungs! “GOD IS GREAT, GOD IS GOOD, LET US THANK HIM FOR OUR FOOD. AAAA-MEN!!”

We were stunned, and sat looking at him for a moment with open mouths. Then, before I had a chance to say anything about “appropriate” public prayer, he looked up with an enormous grin on his little round face and declared, “God likes to laugh-- so I let him!”

That was a lesson to me. Formal, considered, liturgical prayer -- the Lord’s Prayer, say, or any of the other prayers we find in our Prayer book-- often allows a comfortable reaching to God, and frames our own needs and desires in wonderful ways. But it’s also a “good and joyful thing” to set this aside and simply to let God laugh, or cry, in whatever ways our hearts are moved in the moment.

And what is true in prayer, also holds true in other aspects of our lives as well. Consider for a moment what rules you play by. We all have them-- our own “laws” and preconceived notions. Where we live, how we vote, how and where we worship, how we spend our time and effort and money, and with whom. . . These decisions all come back to where we grant authority, and what chain of command we follow. And if a rule, or a habit, is in some way coming between a person and God, or not allowing godly love and grace to flourish between people, then maybe it’s time to reconsider.

So this is the challenge I’d like to leave you this morning: To think about what your rules are -- and where might they need to change? When do we follow regulation, and when are we blessed by bypassing the chain of command?

So, who needs three years in seminary?

Why bother with trying to foster actual growth and discipleship when you can do virtual mega-church development?

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Saturday on the Russell

Even after yesterday's escapades, we were up bright and early this morning for our first local adventure, with one of Mark's parishioners. Like many in St. George's congregation, he's active duty military-- in this case, the captain of a Navy destroyer. Captain Destroyer picked us up at 8:00 (or should I say 0800?) and took us out for a tour of his ship. The tour began with breakfast, and what a feast that was! Fresh fruit, french toast, breakfast burritos, and stuffed crepes for dessert. . . we didn't want much to eat until dinner. It's a good thing we walked as much as we did after that.

Oh, did we walk. The USS Russell is a large vessel, and we only saw a portion of it. What we did see was both fascinating and confusing. Captain Destroyer was wonderful about explaining what we were seeing, and it was easy to tell that he loves his command and his crew. We were also accompanied by the Auxillaries Officer, a bright, friendly young woman named Lauren.

Between them, they escorted us through command, tactical and engineering spaces. It will not surprise anyone who knows me that I was most comfortable in the latter. Getting down into the bowels of the ship, with the hydraulics and the engines and all, felt a bit like home to this former mill rat. Except the spaces were a lot cleaner than any mill I've ever worked in!

We finished the tour by walking down (97 steps' worth) to look at the outside of the ship. The Russell is currently in dry dock for repairs, so we had the rare privilege of seeing the underside of the ship. That sort of closeup look gives a whole new awareness of the massive nature of such a vessel.

CD concluded the tour by presenting us with ship's hats-- our first souveneirs of the trip! It was a lovely morning.

Late Night Aloha

Yep-- we're in Hawaii! Spending the week visiting Mark, and soaking up the island ambience. I am exhausted, but this is still beyond exciting.

The exhausted comes from getting in around 9:30 pm local time, or 1:30 am according to my body clock. Considering I was up at 4 (and the rest of the family at 5) in order to make our flight, that makes for a LONG day.

It wasn't supposed to be that long. However, the initial leg of our flight was WAY behind schedule, and we didn't leave the ground until an hour and a half after it's scheduled departure hey-- we could have slept in!). And then we had headwinds that made it take an hour longer to get into LA. So yes, we missed our connection. Then we were told initially (after standing in a LONG line behind ONE available agent) that there were no other spaces available to fly out that night. Eventually, I learned that the airline was able to book us directly though on a later flight, but not together. We had four separate seats, scattered all over the plane.

Our travels improved after these adventures.

I got in line when the counter opened again, hoping to change seat assignments and get them closer together (at least two of them, so the boy wouldn't be sitting solo). We waited FOREVER at the counter because again, only one agent was handling checking people in, rebooking (it was VERY full, enough that they were asking people to volunteer to fly the next day instead) fielding phone calls... the woman was doing 14 things at once, as best she could.

At one point, Kyle came up while I was in line to ask what was taking so long. I explained what was going on, and that the lady was doing her best, and we simply needed to be patient and wait our turn. I'm sure she caught far more than her fair share of grief over mistakes that were out of her control.

When she finally was able to handle my request, she thanked me for our patience, and assured me that, because she appreciated it, she would see we were seated together. And indeed we were-- in first class! Really comfy seats, and fancy table settings, and meals as good as any restaurant fare I've ever had.... It would never even occur to me to actually buy a first class ticket (goodness, one ticket cost what we paid for 4 of us to fly!), it was very, very nice to have it given us.

Our Luke 14 moment for the day.

More later...

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Wheeee!!!!

You Are Bobsledding

You're not a world class athlete, but you are a world class maniac.
Your need for speed could have you blazing past the finish line!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

It's Spring!

You say the temperature is in the 30's (near 0° for you celsius types), and grey skies, with snow and freezing rain in the forecast? Doesn't matter.

And that misbegotten rodent who predicted six more weeks of winter? Ignore him.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Oboe? Oh, boy!

Susie, Tripp and the Ref are playing this, so who am I to buck the trend?

I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. Feel free to speculate among yourselves...




You scored as Oboe.
You're an oboe.
Yup.

Tuba


83%

Oboe


83%

Cello


67%

trombone


67%

Viola


58%

Bassoon


58%

French Horn


50%

Percussion


50%

Violin


42%

Clarinet


33%

Trumpet


33%

Flute


33%

String Bass


17%

If you were in an orchestra, what instrument would match your personality?
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Friday, February 10, 2006

Random access Friday

  • Paged in. Last night this on-call chaplain spent a few of the wee hours at the hospital. A woman in our ICU had died, so in I went. Listened and prayed with the family, filled out paperwork, contacted funeral director and home parish (the deceased was Roman Catholic). This morning, my husband was kind enough to do the School Day Shuffle solo, and let me make up a little of the lost sleeping time. A privilege, compounded by a gift. In both cases, I am grateful.
  • Vacation. Speaking of chaplains, we are getting ready to go visit my favorite! We saved some hard-earned pennies and scored a real break on the plane fares at the beginning of the year, so we will be spending a week in Paradise. Time to start packing, and planning. . . I am so excited about this!
  • Driving. Yesterday afternoon our driveway was a designated Parallel Parking school-- the last bit of driver's education our eldest required before being able to go take her license test. It went easier than I expected, and our garbage cans all survived the exercise. She's now as ready as she'll get for the Official Test. I'm still deciding if I am.
  • Olympics. While select athletes from around the world are competing in skiing, skating and bobsledding, I will be joining a host of other skilled competitors in going for the gold. No, I will not be headed to Torino. Anyone who has ever seen me try anything requiring physical talent or grace is likely chortling at the very thought (keep it to yourself, please. I may be a klutz, but my threshold for heckling is low). Instead, my entry is in The Knitting Olympics. My event? No, not the socks yet. As much as I'd like to, I'm afraid that the hectic pace around here has put my training in that arena waaay behind schedule. However, I will be attempting a personal record: striving to craft my first hat. And not just any hat, mind you; but one that would a) willingly be worn in public without cringing, b) not just because the wearer was kind enough not to want to hurt my feelings or c) truly so desperate for warmth that any hideous headgear was better than nothing.

Let the games begin!

Friday, February 03, 2006

Background checks

As I mentioned a while back, I'm in the process of seeking a call to a church after my curacy is over in June. I've been in conversation with a couple of churches, hither and yon. The search at St. Yon is still early in the process; but at St. Hither we have progressed in our discernment together to the point that the diocese is doing a background check on me.

As you might imagine, this has become standard operating procedure prior to a call, for very good reason. Parishes have enough challenges without ugly skeletons leaping out of the closet and starting to rattle. At the same time, it is an expense, so it is not done until a church becomes serious about a candidate or two.

I've had background checks done on me twice before: the first, when we adopted our youngest; and the second, as part of my being admitted as a postulant, shortly before seminary. As it happens, the latter will speed up the exercise this time around. My diocese and St. Hither's both use the same service for this effort, so they already have a thorough file on me. It will just be a matter of catching up the last 3 or 4 years, to bring it up to date.

I filled out the necessary forms consenting to criminal database checks, and listing schooling, employment, and canonical residency for them to verify. I also completed a four page "Have you ever done the following?" questionnaire which, as my daughter observed, "had a lot about sex and drugs, but no rock and roll." I went through the whole list of questions, and the only one I answered in the affirmative asked if I had ever been charged with a moving traffic violation. Yes, I have gotten a couple of speeding tickets in my time.

Maybe I need to get out more.

Or not.

Anyway, I dutifully filled all this stuff out and mailed it off to the investigation company for their verification. I will admit to feeling odd about this. I mean, I've told them everything I know, so the record should be clear; but I still wonder what, if anything, will turn up. It's rather like being summoned to the principal's office: "I haven't done anything wrong. . . have I? What did I do?" The unspecified concern of a generally clear conscience that still wonders if it shouldn't be feeling guilty about something. . .

Maybe I need to find something more constructive to do. Like finishing my last RevGal reflection.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Holy Voicemail!

http://www.bradbrad.com/mt.mp3

For the record, this is not the St. Andrew's I serve. I could bring it up at vestry, though. . .

(props to Karen for the link).

"Go thou and do likewise"

I am not Roman Catholic, so I generally refrain from commenting on any internal struggles that tradition may be having. God knows we in the Episcopal Church have enough logs in our own eyes that I don't need to go looking for splinters elsewhere.

But this morning I read this story in the New York Times (sorry, registation required; but you can find the same general information from the AP here) about a recent settlement with the Roman Catholic Diocese of Spokane, regarding lawsuits brought by persons who had been sexually abused by diocesan clergy. The financial details interested me far less than the additional provisions of the settlement:

Among those concessions is an agreement by the diocese to stop referring to "alleged victims" of priests' abuse rather than simply "victims," said Tim Kosnoff, one of the plaintiffs' lawyers. The victims, Mr. Kosnoff said, are to be allowed to return to the parishes where they came into contact with their molesters and possibly face them, a provision that victims' groups said appeared to be a first. They will also be permitted to write about their experiences in the diocesan newspaper, with a full page devoted to that purpose each month for the next three years.

Further, Mr. Kosnoff said, the bishop will lobby state lawmakers to abolish statutes of limitations on child sex crimes and will go to every parish where any plaintiff was abused, tell the parishioners that an abusive priest had ministered there and encourage them to report any suspicions of abuse.

Diocesan officials did not return telephone calls seeking comment Wednesday. But at a televised news conference, Bishop Skylstad, who is also president of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, said, "To those of you who say this settlement will be a burden, I would say that this scandal is a burden we can no longer afford not to resolve."

The bishop apologized to the victims in his 82-parish diocese "for the terrible wrongs inflicted on you in the past."

In other words, they are not merely trying to pay off the victims; they have also promised to make efforts to repent, and atone, allowing for open and honest communication and healing.

I have never met Bishop Skylstad, but I find I would like to. This is godly work.