WRITEON FOR MAY 29
sister alies.
Memorial day, memories, reminding, remembering...this time of year speaks of service, and flowers, grave sites, and celebrations and of course, the virtual beginning of summer!
When we are young the parade and the hot dogs, the balloons and the bugs form a sort of atmosphere. As we grow older we stretch out those memories to include the people and the discussions, the world situation and the vocational changes. Ten years ago...and off go the conversations. Sometimes we travel to family reunions far afield or high school graduations in our own backyards. (CONGRATS TO OUR 2019 GRADS HS & COLLEGE!)
All of a sudden it is 30, or 40, or even 50 years ago and though the memories might need a bit of dusting, some are as strong as the day we lived them. Usually I'm not an in-the-past sort of person. Today, today and on forward...but a little community called Tahoma Hope l'Arche community, in Tacoma, Washington, is celebrating it's 40th and I was a part of that! Gosh, really, that long ago? The last two weeks I wrote something of Jean Vanier who died on May 7, the founder of l'Arche. His life in France was the inspiration for Tahoma Hope. I hope to join them in the near future for celebrations!
What are your fondest memories? Some people have horrid memories and are still locked into fear and worry. Some are just now telling their stories encouraged, for example, by #metoo, and other sites where folks realize how often they were not the only one X happened to...and they can gain courage and move forward.
Memory is critical to faith, to politics, to history, to how one serves. One hopes to live without regrets...or at least only a little regret that can move us forward. Maybe we have not loved as we might, served others as we might, or even received love from others that would have made them very happy!We can either get stuck here or use this 'manure' to cover our rose beds and watch for new and blooming beauties!
May we recognize that each and every thing can become a memory that brings into the present the people, places, and adventures of the past so that we might live more richly now!
deMello tells us this little tale...”An elderly man stood at the door with a piece of cake. 'My wife is 86 today and she wanted you to have a piece of birthday cake.' The cake was gratefully received, the man having walked a mile to deliver it. An hour later he was back. 'Is anything the matter?' 'Well, Agatha sent me back to say she's only 85!'” OOPs...nevermind...
BLESSINGS.
A thought for today
There was a wedding in land of Galilee. Jesus and his mother and his disciples were there and their wine ran out. This was not the kind that make a person drunk and this was not the kind that make a person drunk, and this was embarrassing for the wedding party to have no wine. So someone made it know to the mother of Jesus and she went to tell him about the problem that occurred thou she said what ever he said for you to do, do it, thou Jesus instructed them what to do. “Fill up your water pot” and He changed it into wine.
Jesus is still concern about you being full with wine, not the wine we make, but the wine of the Holy Spirit. (Read John 2 for more info)
Ernestine Kennedy.
