Lunar Eclipse

Yesterday’s lunar eclipse was spectacular!  Here it is in all its splendor.

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Hmmm… I think the careful observer might wonder about a lunar eclipse happening in broad daylight.  Okay! Okay! Try this one.

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These pictures have everything to do with my newly learned way to superimpose one picture onto another.  Super impressed? Probably not. Oh well, I had some fun with it, anyway.

Last night I went out with my eyes and camera to capture this year’s version of a lunar eclipse. Perhaps you did the same.  This is the same moon, the same eclipse that was cruising over your location.  Here it was the coldest, clearest night of the winter.  In an area known for its cloudy winter skies I was able to witness an awesome view of the full, eclipsed moon with a host of stars twinkling in the background.  Pictures just don’t tell the whole story.  However, I’ll try to show a bit of it.  Here are a few shots… real ones!

“The heavens declare the glory of God.”   Today’s gift.

It’s All Been Said Before

img_0012Presents, Santa Claus, shopping, lights, Christmas trees, rum pa pum pum, fa la la, free shipping!  When it gets to be this point in the Christmas season it feels like we have heard all of this Christmas stuff over and over again.  There’s nothing new. It’s all been said before. Blah, blah, blah!

Even the real Christmas story; how many times have we heard it, sung it, read it in the last four weeks or the last four years or forty?  If we’ve been paying attention, no doubt we’ve heard it over and over again. It’s all been said before, right? Blah, blah??

Way back at some point in history, the real Christmas event was announced for the first time.  Two thousand plus years ago a heavenly host celebrated the birth of the Jesus when the angel of the Lord announced, “Do not be afraid.  I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”  (Luke 2:10, 11) A remarkable statement that up until that point had never been said before.

Since then, the good news of Jesus birth has been proclaimed over and over again.  Indeed, it has been stated in many languages, in many ways. For sure, it’s all been said before.  The question I need to ask myself is what should be the response? Should it be blah, blah? Or does it still generate the excitement and passion of the angels who responded with “Glory to God in the highest…?”  Yes, it’s all been said before, but God’s grace and love embodied in the Christmas story doesn’t change. For indeed, “a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord!” Today’s gift. Merry Christmas!

A Gray Day

I’m not very good with colors, they say, but from where I’m sitting on the westbound Empire Builder it’s a quite a gray day. The sun rose at 8:34 AM where I was. It didn’t make a big deal out of the whole thing. There were no breathtaking, flashy streaks of red and pink, reflecting off clouds in a dazzling display of the creator’s glory. There was nothing in the view that would make one want to raise your hands and shout “this is the day that the Lord has made -“. The day just sorta snuck in, not changing much from the dim, cloud filtered predawn light. It’s a black-and-white kind of day.

Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit. The fields we are zipping past are dressed in their dormant tan and browns waiting to burst into shades of spring greens in a few months. And there are patches of blue sky poking through the clouds, reminding us of more colors to come. Not to mention, the occasional red barn, yellow house and black angus that appear from time to time, along with the Christmas decorations and lights popping up in towns along the tracks.

Alright, alright… and let’s not forget the folks whose lives intersect our own. Be they family, friends or fellow passengers on the train. In some way they all color our experiences by being who they are. In some ways they or we can be gifts from the One who made the day. A gray dreary day? On the surface, maybe, but not really. Not when it is, indeed, “… the day that the Lord has made…” and we see it as today’s gift.

Wise Ones

IMG_7172Being recently retired from teaching, one of the things I miss about being in school with students at this time of the year is my tradition of reading some of my Christmas stories.  This usually happened the last week before Christmas break.  “Wise Ones” is one of those stories and one of my favorites.

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Here’s what I know about Christmas. Mostly it’s stuff that my teacher tells me when my friend Joshua takes me to church class on Wednesday nights. Mrs. Hammermill tells us in our class all the time about Christmas. She tells us about Mary and Joseph, shepherds and angels and the wise men. Mostly she tells us that the most important thing about Christmas is that it was when Jesus was born. She tells us that he came to give us the gift of salvation. She says we should give something to Jesus, too – our hearts. It took me a long time to figure that one out and I don’t think I have it figured out yet, so I just keep going to her class and keep trying to understand what she tells us. But what I do mostly is go to work every day. I do have that figured out.

Everyday at the bus stop in front of our house, we get on the bus, Frank and Goldie and I. We call the bus The Camel because we like the big picture of the camel on the side. He’s smoking a cigarette. We don’t like the cigarette but we love the camel. So we call the bus The Camel.

The Camel comes at 7 AM! That means I have to get out of bed at 6 AM! I don’t care how often a guy has to get up at 6 AM, that’s too early. It’s so early that I’m almost walking in my sleep when I get on the bus.

“Wake up, Murray. Watch your step,” That’s what Robert, The Camel driver, has to say to me. I don’t say nothing. I just give him my token and get a seat.

My friend, Frank, says to Robert, “Top of the morning, Robert!” He heard that on a movie once and never forgot it. Robert grins. He calls Frank a comedian. Goldie doesn’t talk much, not just in the morning getting on the bus, but any time of the day.

Everyday, we all sit in the front of The Camel, the bus that we ride to work. When work is over we get on a different bus and come home. We just call that one ‘the bus’ because it doesn’t have any pictures on it.

Me and Frank and Goldie all work at the same place. Our friend Joshua said that the Armstrong Hart Memorial Hospital needed our services and that we could work there and they would give us money! We were so nervous at first, but after awhile we got used to getting on The Camel every morning and going to work there.

Every morning when we get to Armstrong Hart Memorial Hospital, Robert says, “Here’s your stop.” Robert doesn’t say, “Here’s your stop,” to anyone else, just us. When we get off The Camel he always reminds us, “Make sure you have your backpacks.” What does he think, that we’re children? We’re not y’ know! Then he’s says, “Have a good day, amigos.” I think he’s our friend.

Mrs. Hammermill says in class that when Jesus was born, shepherds were abiding in the field with their flocks. Flocks are sheep and I think I have it figured out that abiding in the fields means that they were taking care of the sheep. Then she told us that after the angels came to tell them about Jesus, they went and worshiped him. After they worshiped baby Jesus they went back to abiding and praising God. Mrs. Hammermill says being a shepherd is important work. Then she says, “The Lord is my shepherd.” So it’s another thing I try to remember from my class – the Lord … shepherds … sheep and abiding, too. But I’m not a sheep so I have some thinking to do to figure that one out yet.  We do important abiding at the hospital. That’s what my friend Joshua says, although he calls it work. I’m just trying to use words that I’ve learned from Mrs. Hammermill. Anyway, I think Josh is right.

We start by punching in. Punching in is taking the card from the card rack – only the one with your own name on it, PLEASE – and sticking it in the time clock. The clock does the punching. Except one time I punched Frank, the comedian, when he put MY card in the clock. You know, the one with the name Murray on the top, instead of the one with HIS name, Frank, on it. He never did that again.

After we punch in, we all go all over the place and do different jobs. Me and Frank work with Charley, our boss. Frank used to put pop in the pop machine in the break room, until Charley said, “What comedian put all grape pop in the bottled water part?” Grape pop is Frank’s favorite. He figured if they wanted water they could use the drinking fountain down the hall. Charley, Frank’s boss, told Frank to leave the figuring to him. Charley looked at a nurse and said, “Group home…”  Then she nodded and said, “uh-huh.” Now Frank goes to the third floor and washes all the windows every day.

Goldie? Well, I don’t know what she does, but she gets to wear a shirt with red and white stripes and it has her name on it. She’s really good at smiling and hugging. I think her job is to make people happy.

I give Charley advice. But, I mostly clean drinking fountains and sinks and toilets. Charley says that it’s important to keep things clean in a hospital so that germs won’t live there. Germs make people sick, y’ know.

One day, the people at the place where I work, at Armstrong Hart Memorial Hospital gave me a birthday party for my birthday. They gave me presents and a big black balloon that said, “Happy Birthday, Murray” on one side and a big FORTY on the other side. It was funny.  Frank laughed and said, “Happy birthday, old man.”

I told Frank, I’m not an old man,” then I called him a comedian. Goldie didn’t say much. She smiled and gave me a big hug. That made me happy.

Mrs. Hammermill tells us in our class that Christmas is Jesus’ birthday. For a long time I’ve been thinking I should get him a gift. But what kind of gift do you give to Jesus? How do I give it to him since Mrs. Hammermill says he’s in heaven? Maybe, if we gave him a birthday party… Do you think he would come?

The people at the hospital have a Christmas party for the sick kids, every year. They decorate the Sunshine Room with lots of Christmas stuff. The Sunshine Room is where the kids who are really sick and have to stay in the hospital can go, IF it’s okay with the nurse. The nurse is their boss. They go there for some sunshine, I guess, since it’s the room that has a lot of windows and is sunny, except at night and mostly during December when it gets to be winter. I think that’s why they have a big yellow sun painted on the wall across from the other wall with the rainbow. Sometimes they do puzzles or play with the toys. Sometimes they just look out the window at the pigeons on the roof across the alley.

Every Friday, after we punch out, which is what you do when you are done working and it’s time to go home, me and Frank and Goldie meet by the Sunshine Room after work. On Fridays, we visit and play with the kids in the Sunshine Room. Before we could do that the nurse said she would have to check with our case manager, whatever that is. She did and our case manager turned out to be Joshua, our friend. He said it would be fine. So, on Fridays we visit for awhile. It’s no big deal, not like the Christmas party. We just read and play and Goldie mostly just smiles and holds their hands.

Mrs. Hammermill says that at the first Christmas, Jesus was wrapped in swaddling clothes. That’s how you could tell he was the one that the angels talked about. I don’t think I’ve ever seen swaddling clothes on anyone. Mrs. Hammermill says they’re like strips of cloth.

The sick kids in the Sunshine Room mostly are wearing their PJ’s. Some have bandages wrapped around things or maybe casts on legs or arms. Some have blond hair like Goldie and some have no hair at all. They all look really sick to me so it makes me work harder everyday to keep things clean so the germs won’t live there.

Joshua said we can stay one half hour with the kids in the Sunshine Room. “Don’t miss the bus home!” he says. That’s enough time for me to play a couple games of checkers or for Frank, the comedian, to read a few funny jokes or for Goldie to smile at whoever’s there.

Sometimes, kids stay in the hospital a long time and we get to know them better. Sometimes, when they finally get better and go home, they’ll stop by the Sunshine Room on Friday afternoon and say good-bye to us. We’ll say, “Good-bye,” and Goldie will smile and give them a hug.

Some of our Sunshine Room friends stop coming. We ask the nurse and she says that they’re too sick to come. They have to stay in their regular hospital room. The nurse says that we can’t go there. She’s the boss. Maybe they’ll come next week. Sometimes when we ask, the nurse won’t tell us much. When we ask Joshua about it, he says, “They went to be with Jesus.” Mrs. Hammermill says in class that Jesus said, “Let the children come unto me.” I figure since me and Frankie and Goldie work with children every Friday and some of them go to be with Jesus, we should know what that means, but we don’t. I would like to be with Jesus, then he could help me figure out some things. Maybe he’s helping the sick kids figure out how to get better. It makes us happy for the sick kids that they’re with Jesus, but it’s sad for us ‘cuz we miss them.

Mrs. Hammermill has lots of good things to teach us about Christmas and shepherds and giving things to Jesus. The other day she told us that Jesus said, “In as much as you have done it to the least of these, you have done it unto me.” I don’t know what that is all about, just like I can’t understand how to give things to Jesus on his birthday, like I got on mine. At the end of class sometimes Mrs. Hammermill will ask, “Murray, do you understand?”

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I say, “No, I don’t.” I tell her that all of that thinking and figuring sometimes makes my head hurt. Then I tell her that I figure we have more important things to do so that’s what we do. I tell her that we keep going to work every day. We keep Armstrong Hart Memorial Hospital clean from germs. And on Friday’s, Goldie and Frank and me help the sick kids. At least, I have that part figured out real good!

Then Mrs. Hammermill said something that nobody ever told me before. She said, “Murray, you are a wise man.” I told her that I don’t feel very wise when I can’t figure stuff out. Then she said, “Think about it like this. Goldie, Frank and Murray, all of the work you do for the hospital and for the kids, those are the presents you give to Jesus.” That’s what she said to us in class one day to help us figure out things. So, I keep trying to remember what Mrs. Hammermill says every day when we get on The Camel to go to work.

Gettin’ On the Thanksgivin’ Train

I’m sitting on Amtrak’s Lakeshore Limited outside the Buffalo, NY station. The wind is whipping. It looks like it’s about 10 degrees out, even though my weather app says 35. Those that chose to take advantage of the ‘fresh air break’ are certainly getting it, maybe more than they needed.

It’s an 18 hour train trip to our destination, if everything is on time, which at this point it’s not. The train’s about two hours behind. We’re about at the halfway point.

The train is full. There will be 150 more getting on in Rochester! Most, I figure, are heading somewhere for visits with family and friends for the Thanksgiving holiday. And, they prefer to hop on the train rather than drive the snowy (at least here) highways on this, the busiest travel day of the year.

From where I’m sitting, most people are engaged in some sort of activity on an electronic device. Me, too. I’m not hearing much conversation. It’s a pretty quiet car. There are few intercom announcements. Melissa, in the cafe car is a lot quieter than her colleague, Rachel, who works this train occasionally, and will clog the sound waves with all kinds of things we ‘need to know.’

The view outside is quite dull. There are no oranges and yellows punctuating the grayness. There’s no blue sky peeking around the the edges of clouds. Wildlife sightings? Nope, not even any deer near. It seems as if the scenery that makes looking out the train window worthwhile, is taking the holiday weekend off.

So, that’s what’s going on here this morning – pretty low-key.  But, every train trip is different. Sometimes it’s just a way to get from one place to another. The destination is what’s important. Sometimes the ‘journey’ becomes the main event.

The main event this weekend, however, is giving thanks, wherever we are and with whomever we are. We are giving thanks for today’s gift and every day’s gifts, which are — .  You fill in the blanks. You know better than I.

The Path … New Every Morning

This morning was cold and blustery…

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The lake effect snow piled up enough overnight to require boots while walking the trail.

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The look of the path was definitely new this morning.  Here are some views…

This morning, this ‘new look’ reminded me that…  “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”  Lamentations 3:22, 23

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The Path

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[Note:  The photos that follow were taken with my phone, not the good camera.  I know I can do better, but they’ll give the flavor of today’s walk down the trail.]

Now that I’m retired I take a long walk pretty much every morning, pretty much along the same path.  Even though I’ve fallen into what may seem like a boring routine, today’s walk came with some surprises.  

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I saw more deer today than I have in a long time.  Sometimes they seem almost tame.

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My goal today, laugh if you must, was to take a selfie with a deer along the way.

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What about turkeys?  I’ve seen them from time to time, but I never expected this!

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Today it seemed as if there was something new, something unexpected around every turn in the path, deer, turkeys, splashes of fall color, not ready to give in to inevitable winter blasts.

I had a great walk… in the snow, with the deer, and the turkey’s and fall’s last lingering colors.

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Praise to the Creator, the maker of deer and turkeys and snow and by whose providential care we walk our daily paths wherever they may lead.  Today’s gift…

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Things Along the Way

What I heard on the radio this morning motivated me to revise my plan for the day. Which is to say, actually make a plan for a seemingly empty dreary, rainy, gray-sky day. All it took to get me going was a weather report that included high winds and big waves. There were gale warnings for Lake Michigan and up to 11 foot waves!!  It was time to take my camera for a ride. And, so I did. I made my way to the shore, winding my way along back roads to see big waves and whatever else I could find along the way.IMG_7053

I started out looking for big, bold, violent waves bashing into whatever was in their path. However, what I found along the way, was quiet beauty. The splashes of yellow and orange from trees that punctuated the grayness of the day.  The farmer’s market, where one could still get apples and cauliflower and Brussel sprouts provided an opportunity to taste and see goodness. And on and on … the delightful music on the radio dancing around the car, the fall rain washing the face of the earth, the edges of a lake shrouded in misty rain, the empty back roads and much more all made for a wonderful afternoon adventure.

The radio report was accurate and the waves were impressive indeed.  The southwest winds pushed rolling giant walls of water toward shore, crashing it into the lighthouse at the end of the pier.  However, it was the other things, the things along the way, that blessed me the most today. The things along the way … today’s gift, indeed.

Retired – I Probably Should Write Something

As I write this, it’s one day after my last day of teaching middle schoolers. It’s the end of a 44 year career of working for two different school associations, in four different buildings and classrooms, with many colleagues and a boatload of middle school students. I suppose I should write something. After all, this retiring business is a big deal. Just the fact that while I’m sitting here writing, I can still get choked up thinking about my teaching career says, yep it’s a big deal. So I guess I should write something, I’m not sure what, though.

Today, I had some time to delete school stuff from my soon-to-be extinct school account. I kept a few things, but deleted most. After all, when will I ever need that ‘Compost Column Summary’ assignment? And that website I created to help launch kids into discoveries about God’s world? You know, the one I would always introduce with the line ‘go to http:/mrk…. , your favorite website, heh, heh…’ Not needed anymore, gone… It gave me a quite a funny feeling. I guess maybe I could write about those funny feelings… I don’t know what though.

I’ve taught with a lot of people down through the years. I’ve served under a host of different principals. I was even the principal for a couple of years! Most of these colleagues I would count as friends. Some of them, well, we got along okay, but, uh, you know… Looking back over my last day I have to say that I didn’t make the rounds and seek out all my colleagues to do a final goodbye, perhaps an error on my part. However, the reverse was also true. They knew where to find me.

However, the friends and colleagues with whom I did connect. Let’s just say that the tears flowed as we reminisced, expressed our mutual respect, admiration and love. Maybe that’s something I could write about here. Maybe I could end it with some tag line like ‘today’s gift…’ but they already know that’s how I feel about them and maybe that’s enough said for now.

I’ve taught more than a few middle schoolers over the years. All of them are precious in the eyes of God. But really, for some of them, that whole precious-in-the-eyes-of-God stuff looks good in print, but in reality, I imagine that the Creator of the universe had his hands full during their middle school years. I know I did.

Occasionally, I’ve had the privilege of meeting up with former students. What a treat and a blessing to see how, years later, the Spirit has been at work in their lives. That might be a good thing to write about, the Spirit’s work. Maybe I could do something with that.

… So after all that, I’ve decided what to write about. Here goes.

I was reminded recently that it’s not my teaching that defines who I am. Good thing. As of yesterday, I’m not a teacher anymore. However, what ‘defines’ me and all of us, no matter what occupation or stage in life we’re in, is this. We are children of God. Through us his Spirit is at work, advancing his Kingdom, one step at a time, for his glory. And that, my friends, is what all this  has been about.