Geographic Orientation

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I grew up in Oregon and spent many days and nights on the Oregon Coast. One of the highlights of those times was building a fire in the driftwood(now most certainly outlawed!), roasting marshmallows, and watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. The ocean was always west, the mountains always east.

I understood the weather, too. The weather came over the ocean bringing rain, or it came from the mountains bringing cold winds in the winter and hot winds in the summer. It wasn’t something I ever thought about. It just was.

Now we live with the mountains(such as they are!) to the north and the ocean to the south and to the east. I can’t rely on my built-in sense of geography any more. The sun comes up out of the ocean,it doesn’t go down into it.

As for the weather, it moves in strange circular patterns at times from the Carolinas and the Atlantic, sometimes straight up the Atlantic, sometimes up from Tennessee. I no longer can just know what the weather will be like tomorrow.

I think our whole culture is similarly disoriented at the moment. We no longer can count on things staying the same. We actually have to reflect on the changed landscape we all inhabit. But let’s stop fooling ourselves that we can rotate the world back in time, as Superman once tried, and be back in a predictable setting.

Something tells me we aren’t in Kansas any more.

Genealogical Serendipity

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Last night, as I stared at this photo I had acquired from a batch of unidentified pictures from my grandmother, I despaired of ever knowing who she was. She looked like a character out of Dickens to me, and I thought about giving her a Dickensian title. On a whim, I decided to look on line for the family lines of my grandmother whose parents’ names I knew. Amazingly, this photo was posted by another researcher, descended from a sibling of my great-grandmother. I can now tell you that this is my great-great grandmother Prudence Arthars Nash who lived from 1817 until 1885. True to her countenance here, she is reputed to have been “a woman of considerable ambition and drive as well as a fierce, almost repressive Puritanism.” But I am here tonight because she gave birth to my great-grandmother Jane Nash in 1855.

Label your photos! Sure you know who is in them, but think of your great-great grandchildren’s gratitude when they look at them.

Solace

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Comfort is such a universal need, and we can seek and find it in others. My grandfather seems here to have relied on the universal facial look of “sh, sh, it’s all right.” May we be solace to one another. With words or just with a quiet look of compassion.

Just Thinking

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We sometimes think that kids don’t notice what is going on around them, and that they are only wrapped up in their child worlds. We are wrong. All this vicious rhetoric swirling on television, on the radio, on the internet and in “grown-up” conversations has a damaging effect on children. When I was little I was taught,”if you can’t say something nice about a person, don’t say anything.” Arguing over ideas is a healthy part of a democracy.When we demonize one another we poison our childrens’ world. It isn’t healthy for grown-ups either!

Transitus

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Until I attended a church staffed by Franciscan Friars, I had never heard of the term transitus. Simply put, it means,”the time of passage through death to life.” Last night our beloved senior Friar, Father Andrew, passed from this life into the next. He was celebrated a few weeks ago with a street party to honor his 60 years of service in his order.

Occasionally, one meets a person who lives out St. Francis’ words to “Preach Jesus, and if necessary use words.” Fr. Andrew was such a one. To be with him, or to watch him focus completely on the person in front of him, was to get a glimpse of how we are meant to be one to another. He gave full attention, as if there was all the time in the world, to the child wanting a stuffed animal blessed or to the elderly parishioner sharing her ills.

Tomorrow we observe the 800th anniversary of St. Francis receiving a special permission from the Pope to use his Chapel for pardon and healing. Today, all Franciscan Churches provide a yearly opportunity to come together for the same purpose. May all of us, whatever religion or none, seek pardon for our failings as a nation and healing for the divisions so blatant among us today.