Saturday, January 17, 2026

For those so inclined, The Daily Office, Morning Prayer - Antony, Abbot in Egypt, 356
I woke at 0700hrs after nine or ten hours of sound sleep.πŸ˜ΊπŸ˜΄πŸ‘
The local weather conditions and forecast for today.😺☀️🌑️
No Comment.πŸ™Ž‍♂️😾❤️🩺

I'm getting very few things on my to do list accomplished. I've started transcribing the minutes of the vestry meeting and hope to finish by tonight.
Jon-Paul has calmed down since going to the funeral home to retreive his dad's cremains. My guess is that he'll always be heart-broken over losing his dad. We talked about faith and religion (he's a nontheist) and he reminisced about the Roman Catholic and Baptist influences of his childhood. We discussed returning to favorite fantasy movies like Star Wars and Close Encounters as ways of learning life lessons and escaping whatever. I proposed that returning to those gives some a moment of peace and reassurance in their lives and that might give us clues to the appeal of hero and savior stories throught history. I shared that of all oral traditions that told of heros and saviors the one that I believe to be true is that of Jesus Christ, that of all of them his story speaks to my mind, heart, and soul, that answers all the questions about how to live with others in this life assured that in the next there will be everlasting peace and contentment. I told him that when I was wounded in Vietnam and was falling to the ground in an almost dream state I was making one promise to God after another of how I would repay if I lived. It troubled me that on my path to recovery that I kept so few of the promises I made. My parish priest told me to look to the one promise God made to me, sealed at the cross and made true at the resurection. God, he said, made his promise without consideration of all the promises we fail to keep. He's more that our broken promises. He is the one promise kept, the promise that matters. It's not to say we shouldn't try, we shouldn't be "flip" in our conversations with God.

At 1306hrs-I just woke fom a three hour dream filled nap on the couch. Jon-Paul called in a drunken stupor this morning and after I finally got off the phone I had a Jimmy Dean sausage egg and cheese crossaint and "just a few minutes" and a couple of Youtube videos on the couch. I fell asleep and dreamed that Jon-Paul came to Java Jive Scrabble game and got the highest recorded score in the history of Java Jive.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Sunday, February 15, 2026

For those so inclined, The Daily Office, Morning Prayer