Friday, May 24, 2013

Simply Amazing!!!

So it's Friday.  Laundry day.  Some housework on the agenda.  A checkbook to go through and some bills to pay.

I was going to go for a bike ride this morning, but it's a little cold and drizzly and I'm really not feeling that dedicated today.  Maybe if it clears up/warms up a little, then I'll head out.

I finished the laundry early, came upstairs to make breakfast, and turned on the tv to find something to watch.  NBC Sports is at Indy today, and I happened to catch the last seven laps of the Freedom 100 Indy Light race.

It was, without a doubt, the most exciting and closest finish I have ever seen on a racetrack.  The winner won by 0.0026 seconds; 3rd place was 0.1046 seconds behind; and 4th place was 0.1319 seconds behind.  Even if you aren't a race fan, you've gotta see this:


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

She made it

Well, despite the problematic start to her trip, The Kid, and her luggage, arrived at the proper airport on the proper day only 40 minutes late.

All is well.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Here we go again . . .

The Kid is coming home today -- maybe.

You might recall the fiasco that was the Christmas Vacation for our family.  The Kid was on a United flight from KC to home when the Midwest got hammered by a Christmas storm.  She and a few friends were stranded (along with thousands of other air travelers) for several days.  Luckily one of the friends managed to get a motel room that had a continental breakfast (free food) and was across the street from a Barnes & Noble (free entertainment).

United bumped her to a Saturday flight.

When she arrived Saturday, United had lost her information, so they bumped her to a Sunday flight.

When she arrived Sunday, United had lost her information, so they bumped her to a Monday flight.

She was originally booked to PDX, but because of the problems, they flew her direct to MFR.  Her bags made the Sunday flight to PDX.  Then were rerouted back to DIA to connect up with her, but didn't make it in time.  The bags were sent to MFR on Tuesday.

Or something like all of the above.

Because United totally messed this up, they gave us a voucher for $1,000.  We used it to fly her home for the summer, so that was a bonus.

Her United flight was booked for 5 p.m. local time, getting into DIA at 6, leaving DIA at 7, and arriving at MFR around 9.

She just called me:  Just letting you know that my flight has been pushed back to 5:45.

Not panicked yet -- but I did tell her to let the gate agent know that she has a connecting flight at 7 in DIA and they need to make sure everyone knows that.

If I can help it, I will never fly United again.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Sermon, Pentecost, Genesis 11:1-9, Acts 2:1-21


Words.  Words are vitally important.  Words give life to our ideas.  Our words shape how people think of us.  And words help us to communicate effectively.


In the high school football rules book, the most important rule, and the rule every new official is told to study first, is Rule 2 – Definitions.  It’s the definitions that give shape to the game and allow the officials to talk with each other in a precise and correct manner.  It’s how we determine how and when balls are loose or dead, the differences between fouls and penalties, catches and recoveries, muffs and bats, and so much more; because if we don’t, or can’t, communicate with this precise language, the game devolves into Calvin Ball.

Some words get hijacked or misappropriated in an effort to redefine them for a particular political gain.  In our religious context, and with the general issue of inclusivity and the particular issue of the equality of GLBT persons as the lynchpin, “orthodox” and “Anglican” have been so misused.

Orthodox, or orthodoxy, is defined as right belief as contrasted with heresy.  An orthodox faith proclaims the Trinity, a fully human and fully divine Jesus, the Resurrection and Ascension.  In short, an orthodox faith is defined by the Creeds.  This word, however, has been hijacked by certain Christians in an attempt to prop themselves up as the members of the “true” faith over and against people who don’t believe exactly as they demand.

Anglican, and Anglicanism, is in the same boat.  An Anglican church is one that utilizes the Old and New Testaments, that takes the Nicene Creed as the sufficient statement of Christian faith, that uses well-defined words and formulas in Baptism and the Eucharist, that recognizes a locally adapted Historic Episcopate, AND (and this is important) is in communion with the See of Canterbury.  We are Anglicans, but breakaway groups have hijacked this word, in addition to orthodox, in hopes of identifying themselves to outsiders as the “true” Anglicans.

The people doing the hijacking have attempted to redefine these words and turn them to their own favor, while at the same time ignoring their traditional meanings.  They keep saying and publicizing that they are orthodox and Anglican.  Over and over the breakaway groups cry louder and louder that they are orthodox and Anglican hoping, I suppose, that people unfamiliar with the words will treat them as legitimate.  To paraphrase Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride:  You keep using those words.  I do not think they mean what you think they mean.

The use of words also determines how other people think of you.  That’s why I tried to get my daughter to spell correctly.  Imagine my surprise when I saw on her Facebook page that she was studding for finals.  It’s one thing for Yogi Berra to say, “Baseball is 90 percent mental; the other half is physical,” and quite another for the President to say, “One of the great things about books is that sometimes there are some fantastic pictures.”

Words help us to transmit ideas, communicate accurately, chart political courses and shape our image.  Words do all this; but it is our responsibility to make sure our message is received.  Like I tell my daughter, “It’s your job to make sure people understand you.” 

When we can’t understand each other, when we don’t take the time to get clarification from other people, when we don’t make an effort to find ways for people to understand us, chaos can reign and we end up living in a state of Babel.

Commenting on the story of Babel, Ephrem the Syrian pointed out that the new languages made the people foreigners to each other, incapable of understanding one another.  In his interpretation of this story, it was the division of languages and perpetual misunderstandings that gave rise to the wars between nations.

This is not a bad interpretation, as it hints at the disparate goals of God and humanity.  In this story the people come upon a plain and settle there.  They build a city and a tower and desire to make a name for themselves in fear that they will be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.  Their goal is to create an insular society, protected from the outside, safe from Others. 

They do this because they fear being scattered over the whole earth.  They fear intermingling.  They fear the Other.  And it is that fear of the Other that gives rise to the wars which Ephrem referred.  They wish to stay in their own safe, homogenous society in opposition to God.  And we see this same behavior in a variety of religious and political contexts in which we want people to be just like us; which is, again, in opposition to God.

God’s goal isn’t based on insularity, homogeneity or fear of the Other.  God’s goal is to bring all people into a loving relationship with him.  That goal is, in fact, accomplished through a scattering of people.  We see it in Genesis 1:28 where people are commanded to fill the whole earth.  We see it in Genesis 12:3 where God tells Abram that all the families of the earth will be blessed through him.  We see it in Isaiah 19:18-25 where Israel, Egypt and Assyria worship God within their locally adapted contexts.  We see it in Matthew 28:19 when we are instructed to make disciples of all nations.  And we see it today, the Day of Pentecost.

In the story from Acts, we hear that the apostles spoke in other languages.  Parthians, Medes, Elamites, Mesopotamians, Judeans, Cappodocians, Asians, Romans, Cretans and Arabs all hear the apostles speak in their own native tongue.  God, through the apostles, does not say, “You can be here as long as you look and speak just like us.”

Instead, God, through the apostles, reaches out to scattered people through scattered languages to bring about disciples in scattered nations.  In the last days, God will pour out his Spirit upon all flesh – all flesh, everywhere, scattered throughout the earth.

Words are vitally important.  They give life to our ideas, shape how people think of us, and help us communicate effectively.  But we must not be so focused on ourselves that our words have no meaning for anyone but us.  And we must not use words to create an insular society that fears and excludes Others.  If our words reflect a goal of making everyone just like us, then our goal is not in line with God’s goal.

If these readings from Genesis and Acts teach us anything, it’s that we need to speak the Word of God to scattered people in scattered places; because it’s not about protecting ourselves from the outsider, it’s about opening ourselves up to welcome and include the outsider.

On this Day of Pentecost, what words will you use to communicate effectively with those Other people outside our walls?

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Church Information

The Kid will be home in a couple of days.  Tomorrow is Mrs. Ref's birthday -- and on Pentecost of all things!  We decided to take just a little time off to celebrate all of the above and we'll be out of town for the 3-day weekend (Memorial Day) next week.

While we are out of town, we'll do something we haven't done in a very long time, and that is we'll go to church and sit in a pew together as a family.

I looked up the church in the town we'll be at to find out what time services are.  They have a lovely website with all kinds of information that is well laid out and easy to find.

But they don't list service times anywhere on the site.  Not right on the home page.  Not in the tab about worship.  It's not even on their calendar.

So I called the church office.  Their recording doesn't even say what time service is.

PEOPLE . . . This is a problem.  You can have the best website in the world.  You can talk about all the different programs you have and all the different events coming up.

BUT IF YOU DON'T LIST YOUR SUNDAY SERVICE TIME, NONE OF IT MATTERS.

I'll be contacting the priest next week.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Mentally Quicker

That's on my list of wishes when the genie pops out of the bottle/lamp to grant me three wishes.

I'm more of a methodical, plodding sort of thinker who can win debates an hour after they're over.

Earlier this week I had someone come in needing help with their power bill.  As is my policy, I wrote a check for a basic amount to the power company and gave it to the person to either mail or take to one of the several area pay stations.

About 30 minutes later, I got a call from some woman at some store (really . . . I can't remember the woman's name or where she was calling from) who said she had a gal there trying to cash a check, but it didn't look right, so she called me.

Turns out that the gal wrote her name over that of the power company and wanted to cash the check.

Had I had the gift of quick thinking, I would have told her to tear up the check.  Instead, I stupidly said, "That's not who it was made out to -- don't honor it."

Thirty seconds after I hung up I realized what I should have done.

Dammit.

So a few things will happen:

1.  When I told the lady not to honor the check, she kept it and destroyed it (she was quick-thinking enough to call me, after all).
2.  The lady who was playing the scam trashed the check, figuring that she's not going to get it cashed.
3.  The scam lady gets it cashed somewhere, and I'm out the little bit of money I would have been out of in the first place.
4.  I now know what my response will be should this happen again.
5.  Scam lady had best be smart enough to not show up in my office again.

And life in the big city goes on.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Angry Legs

Mrs. Ref was off to visit her mother last week, so I had lots and lots of alone time.

Yesterday, Sunday, after lunch and my usual post-service nap, I decided this was the day to start running in preparation for the upcoming football season (it's closer than you think -- really).

So I threw on a pair of my new ref shoes and headed off to the local football field.

Just to be clear, this was not the first time I got off the couch.  I've been riding my bike on a regular basis.  I ride an 11 mile circuit in just over 45 minutes, and keep pushing myself to break the 45-minute time.  Haven't been able to do that so far.  And I do a 15-mile circuit in about an hour (haven't actually timed that one).

But my legs are angry with me as they are continually reminding me that running, not to mention football-specific running, is not like riding a bike.

On the plus side, I can still walk today; which hasn't always been the case as my brain has often told my body, "Oh sure, you can do this . . ."