Again Transformed


I am again repeating a post from 2012.

I am on vacation this week, and I do not plan to post new material until I return to Milwaukee.

Sunshine, Transformed

As the sun climbed over my eyes this morning,
My brain sprang alert with questions:
What is my purpose today? Why and how? 
With whom?
What is your will for me today Lord?
I grab for it to transform me, to
Transform this world about me.
In the brightness of this sun,
Can it still be so hard to see?
So far away, I look to see.
The son of man does warm me
As the sun washes over me.
I look to see and then I hear:
Transform me in your light today.

(c) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, April 23, 2012

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A Great Communicator!


A Great Communicator!

From the Scholarly Kitchen:

2013 marks the 25th anniversary of the death of one of the great scientific communicators, Richard Feynman. The ability to translate difficult concepts into easily understandable (and entertaining) language is a rare gift. That rarity is why we so treasure the likes of Feynman or Carl Sagan.

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From the Emerald City


Ashanti as Dorothy Gale in The Muppets' Wizard...

As my regular readers know, I’ve been reading all the Oz books this year. There are over 40 in the official cannon, and I finished The Emerald City of OZ recently. I enjoyed many things about this children’s book, and particularly appreciated the satire in this volume.

Flutterbudget Center and Rigmarole Town are called ‘the Defensive Settlements of Oz.” It was here, in particular, that I detected subtle satire in the structure of the chapter. The overt statements about the two places were not subtle.

On the Flutterbudgets:

“All your troubles are due to those ‘ifs’,” declared the Wizard. “If you were not a Flutterbudget you wouldn’t worry.”

“There’s another ‘if’,” replied the woman. “Are you a Flutterbudget, too?”

“I will be, if I stay here long,” exclaimed the Wizard, nervously.

“Another ‘if’!” cried the woman.

But the Wizard did not stop to argue with her. He made the Sawhorse canter all the way down the hill, and only breathed easily when they were miles away from the village.

After they had ridden in silence for a while Dorothy turned to the little man and asked:

“Do ‘ifs’ really make Flutterbudgets?”

“I think the ‘ifs’ help,” he answered seriously. “Foolish fears, and worries over nothing, with a mixture of nerves and ifs, will soon make a Flutterbudget of any one.”

Then there was another long silence, for all the travelers were thinking over this statement, and nearly all decided it must be true.

Our intrepid adventurers spent less time in Rigmarole time than any other community they visit.

“Is this Rigmarole Town?”

“Sir,” replied the boy, “if you have traveled very much you will have noticed that every town differs from every other town in one way or another and so by observing the methods of the people and the way they live as well as the style of their dwelling places it ought not to be a difficult thing to make up your mind without the trouble of asking questions whether the town bears the appearance of the one you intended to visit or whether perhaps having taken a different road from the one you should have taken you have made an error in your way and arrived at some point where–”

“Land sakes!” cried Aunt Em, impatiently; “what’s all this rigmarole about?”

“That’s it!” said the Wizard, laughing merrily. “It’s a rigmarole because the boy is a Rigmarole and we’ve come to Rigmarole Town.”

“Do they all talk like that?” asked Dorothy, wonderingly.

“He might have said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and settled the question,” observed Uncle Henry.

Soon they had enough:

“Let’s don’t wait,” returned Dorothy. “I’ve heard of the Rigmaroles, and wondered what they were like; but now I know, and I’m ready to move on.”

“So am I,” declared Uncle Henry; “we’re wasting time here.”

“Why, we’re all ready to go,” said the Shaggy Man, putting his fingers to his ears to shut out the monotonous babble of those around the wagon.

“Perhaps some of ’em do write books,” asserted the little Wizard. “I’ve read a few rigmaroles that might have come from this very town.”

“Some of the college lecturers and ministers are certainly related to these people,” observed the Shaggy Man; “and it seems to me the Land of Oz is a little ahead of the United States in some of its laws. For here, if one can’t talk clearly, and straight to the point, they send him to Rigmarole Town; while Uncle Sam lets him roam around wild and free, to torture innocent people.”

Dorothy was thoughtful. The Rigmaroles had made a strong impression upon her. She decided that whenever she spoke, after this, she would use only enough words to express what she wanted to say.

There were sound lessons in these short chapters.

Here are a few other quotes that I liked:

“To be angry once in a while is really good fun, because it makes others so miserable. But to be angry morning, noon and night, as I am, grows monotonous and prevents my gaining any other pleasure in life.”

“Now then, Mr. Crab,” said the zebra, “here are the people I told you about; and they know more than you do, who live in a pool, and more than I do, who live in a forest. For they have been travelers all over the world, and know every part of it.”
“There’s more of the world than Oz,” declared the crab, in a stubborn voice.
“That is true,” said Dorothy; “but I used to live in Kansas, in the United States, and I’ve been to California and to Australia–and so has Uncle Henry.”
“For my part,” added the Shaggy Man, “I’ve been to Mexico and Boston and many other foreign countries.”
“And I,” said the Wizard, “have been to Europe and Ireland.”
“So you see,” continued the zebra, addressing the crab, “here are people of real consequence, who know what they are talking about.”

“People often do a good deed without hope of reward, but for an evil deed they always demand payment.”

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On Word, Law and Life: Pathways


English: Scroll of the Psalms

Pathways so bright, your word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light for my
Path–so well-lit and safer than others.
Promising freely, I took an oath, and I will keep it!
Righteous regulations show me your way–
even when I fall from righteousness.
Oh grace in your word!
Pathways from suffering,
I seize your new life, Holy One, as you
promised me this life of grace.
Pleased to present all praise to you, God-of-grace,
Proud to learn your words, I am joyful in your word.
Perilously, I live life here,
but I am safe in your word for the long-haul, the long journey.
Peril and evil seem to be everywhere, but
principled life keeps me free to find joy.
Penned words, and listening to the word, fill my heart,
and I am blessed to recall: Joy in the word!
Pleased to obey and to be free in obedience,
planning my eternal life, I find joy. I am blessed.

© Tom Bolton, 02/25/2012

John Wesley said in his notes on Psalm 119, ” The general scope and design of this psalm is, to magnify the law and make it honourable: to shew the excellency and usefulness of divine Revelation, and recommend it to us, by the psalmist’s own example, who speaks by experience of the benefits of it, for which he praises God, and earnestly prays for the continuance of God’s grace, to direct and quicken him in his way.” My poetic examination of the Psalm has fallen a little flat in the final weeks. Wesley had observed that “the word of God is here called by the names of law, statutes, precepts or commandments, judgments, ordinances, righteousness, testimonies, way and word.” He thought that the Psalmist had used the Hebrew alphabet technique to avoid tediousness and to help us fix the directions in our mind.  This week I struggle to keep it fresh, and my plans for X have fallen back to W; for me the X is presently twice W, but I may yet change this one.   This has been an immersion experience for me, but perhaps I should have come up sooner.

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Abba Prayer


I wrote this poem in October 2012 as I was studying and experiencing prayer.  I know I posted it to by blog before, but folks seem to connect to it.  It resonates with me, so I’m repeating it with my Sunday morning devotions.Young Father Holding His Young Son (4-6)

      Abba, Thank You Today

Abba, Abba, how I missed you,
Even as you were by me all the time.
In your presence, you are so large, so great,
so much like when I was a very young one.
Your Name shines everywhere, every day.
You fill me up each day.
You pick me up each day.
You embrace me each day as I accept your presence.
How great is your presence here today each time we invite you in,
Each time we open our eyes to see,
Each time we listen and hear you.
Sometimes your words are so hard for me to hear,
So hard to understand,
The Greek so formal, the Aramaic so new yet intimate.
I listen today in new ways.
You bring me daily bread, protein and bulk to
feed me all day and night.
Untie, for sure, the knots of failure, knots I tie.
I fumble to untie the knots that I have tied
around me and around so many,
the strands so complex, so hard to see now.
Yet I see so much in your glow.
I am warmed and joyful.
From you, new blessings flow.
Blessings grow.
Blessings, I know.
Amen.
I grow.
Shine within me.
You wipe out the darkness.
Glow, too, for these neighbors today.
Your Word is the light.
Your Word is my joy.

(c) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, 26 October 2012

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Faces of Hope


There are important lessons here.

Words from Chris Megison:  “In the wake of the “end homelessness” movement and the push by national advocates and even HUD to move away from transitional housing and replace with housing first, rapid rehousing and harm reduction designs, I found this video to be a compelling “pause” button in their crusade. These five courageous individuals beat homelessness through a transitional housing model and now all live in their own apartments with their once homeless kids. ……. Not all transitional housing is bad. Lets calm the rhetoric down some folks and have some discernment.”

I’m thinking through this approach.

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Sweet Words


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                  Oh How Sweet This Word To Me

Oh, yes, I love what you teach me,
outwardly and inwardly in my thoughts and soul all day,
when my mind is open daily (sometimes not).
Outwardly you make me seem wiser than I was,
than I am, because your commandments are
on my face, on my tongue.
Obvious at times, I may be wiser than I should be,
Obtaining new wisdom when your words fill my thoughts;
Obedient to the words you drive into me, I
obtain wisdom beyond my years–and in spite of my years.
Oh how bright is your path, not the gloomy evil path, but
Ordered and bright, your path is the one I obey.
Obedient to your word, joyful in the word. Blessed!
You have taught me well these days.
Oh how sweet your word to me–
oh how sweet this treat!
On to understanding, I plod after your word–
Oh how bright this path that drives away from lies.

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