Sunday

Making the Invisible Visible



“A magician makes the visible invisible.
A mime makes the invisible visible.”





Marcel Marceau, the master of mime who transformed silence into poetry with lithe gestures and pliant facial expressions that spoke to generations of young and old, has died. He was 84.
Wearing white face paint, soft shoes and a battered hat topped with a red flower, Marceau breathed new life into an art that dates to ancient Greece. He played out the human comedy through his alter-ego Bip without ever uttering a word.
Offstage, he was famously chatty. "Never get a mime talking. He won't stop," he once said.
A French Jew, Marceau escaped deportation to a Nazi death camp during World War II, unlike his father who died in Auschwitz. Marceau worked with the French Resistance to protect Jewish children, and later used the memories of his own life to feed his art.

Wednesday

Talk Like a Pirate


News you can use: today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day. According to the Daily Telegraph, you must:

Growl - and scowl often. Pirates don't use a cultured, elegant, smooth vocalization - they mutter and growl.

Gesture with your hands frequently. Don't forget that pirates do most of their talking on the deck of a ship - out on the ocean, where wind, waves, and bird calls make it tough to hear. Gesturing often gives you a sense of "being there."

Run words together. Saying, "The boys and I were out for a lovely day on the water today" sounds like something you'd overhear at a yacht club. Instead, try, "Me'n'these here scurvy scallywags drug our sorry keesters out t'th'ship'n'had us a grand great adventuaaarrr! We almost had t'keelhaul Mad Connie f'r gettin inter th' grog behind our backs!" Note that you should always endeavour to call the addressee by some insulting name, usually involving an animal. "Yer a scurvy bilge rat, ya pompous gasbag" or "Here's yer dinner, ya mangy cockroach."

Monday

Prayer


May there be peace within you today.
May you trust God that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities
that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing
you are a child of God.
Let His presence settle into your bones,

and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance,
and to bask in the sun.

Sunday

I Was a Teenage Sadducee

Yes, the title is a little cheesy, ok, a lot cheesy, and presently I will get to the how and why but first some historical perspective.

The Sadducees, mentioned in the gospels, were regarded the smallest by some historians of five social groups in Palestine during the early first century. The Pharisees, Zealots, Essenes, and Gentiles/Pagans make up the other divisions. Though small in number, they were the real power in the region. (If one does not consider how they were under the thumb and discretion of the Roman occupation.) The Sadducees controlled the Temple – the place of worship. Additionally 60 plus seats of the 70 member Sanhedrin legislative court were controlled by the Sadducees. Thus, they had both the political and religious systems under their authority and control.

Today they would be considered conservative in their politics, religion, and manner of life. They took the Torah literally, “if it was good enough for Moses” might have been the response to those who brought in the Psalms or Prophets. They believed that God had not revealed himself in any writings after Moses. They certainly did not accept the oral traditions of their rival Pharisees.


The strictness of their faith did not necessarily carry over to daily life; for the Sadducees were Hellenistic. They had accepted the Greek way of life with its emphases on the physical and intellect. An extra-Biblical account relates that once the Temple could not be opened for evening prayers due to the priest and workers all being at the gymnasium watching the wrestling matches. There world-view was certainly more Greek than Hebrew. Finally they were more prosperous by rule and used their position in society to curry favor from the occupying Romans.

Growing up in a some what fundamentalist church, I became fluent in most Bible stories and dispensational doctrines, by Jr. High, due to a well-organized and structured Sunday school and Jr. Church program. The church was fairly large, I suppose, for the early 60’s as we had two classes for each grade level, divided boys and girls. The dozen or so fellows in my class had been together since diapers.

Occasionally we would have a substitute teacher, obliviously pulled at the last minute from an adult Bible class. By Jr. High we had several well-developed routines for these well-meaning but unprepared sacrificial lambs…er…I mean volunteers.

The Sunday school superintendent must have had a standard pitch on what to teach while walking the “fresh-meat” down the corridor to our classroom. “Just ask them who or what their favorite Bible story or character is and go from there.” Since they all began that way, we knew our parts perfectly. Though we would improvise with each new encounter, the pattern was the same.

After hearing the usual and expected: Moses, David and Goliath, Noah and the flood, the feeding of the Five Thousand, either I or my pal David would say our favorite was either the Philistines or the Sadducees depending whether we wanted to go New or Old Testament. Subtly we would hook the teacher and reel him in. Of course, they simply wanted to get through the hour and also be a nice guy and that added to the tangled mess we could create.


We actually knew a little about either group – definitely more than any adult who had been conned or guilt-tripped into having a go with us.
As mentioned above, the Sadducees, as the ruling elite of society, the Temple and Sanhedrin held both religious power and political control in their hands. They had deftly separated the religious duty from every day activities. The Sadducees in practice did not let their religion interfere with the important stuff – like making money, gaining popularity, and controlling others.

Yes, I need someday to repent from my pleasure of tying the tongues of our substitutes as we became excited to also exert power over the congregation, have wealth, and find favor with political leaders just like the leaders of our church. We knew enough and were smooth enough of speech to twist scripture and make the Sadducees ones to be followed.

But more importantly is the repentance for also separating my life into compartments isolating my walk of faith from my interactions with those I rubbed shoulders with every day. Little did I realize that I was doing that in High School (and through most of my adult life). What we had said in juvenile jest had become the reality of my life. At school I was just a good kid who never got into trouble but a little like Ferris Buller knew and for a price could arrange things for you..

Two days prior to graduation from High School our schools tradition was to have a catered dinner for all of the seniors. No underclassmen or alumni were allowed. Additionally, the custom was upheld for that one evening that couples did not relate in that exclusive manner typically of High School. On this one amazing night social walls came down and everyone and anyone talked and hung out. It was surreal, almost mystical. Later that evening, after the meal, I found myself at a home with 20 or so of my classmates, none whom I had ever really hung-out with before.

Sitting in an alcove, away from the party, five fellows engaged in conversation. Two I sot of knew since we had been school friends back in seventh grade, and the other two I had had classes with during the three high school years and had “helped” with various school matters. Joe, who was literally “the big-man on campus”, began to tell us how he had come to know Jesus Christ as his personal savior two weeks before at some youth revival.

He was excited to be sharing with us his new faith and wanted us to know Jesus also. And to my surprise the fellow next to me said he was also a Christian and regularly went to a particular Baptist Church. I still remember the look on Joe’s face, something between surprise and disappointment. Well to bring the story to a close, each of us in turn admitted we knew Jesus and were involved in various youth groups. Not only involved, but each of us was considered a leader. Our conversations lead us to apologize to Joe and later to each other as we realized that we had missed the opportunity to live in community with each other as Christian brothers.

Saturday

A few days, Eric my personal trainer – or construction boss - asked me if I knew what a Haiku was. After giving a definition, and a few jokes, I suggested we only speak in haiku to each other. I basically accomplished that. As written before it helped me achieve a particular goal in life, presently.
But it also reminded me of this quote by Matsuo Bashō

Matsuo Bashō 1644 –1694 was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. During his lifetime, Bashō was renowned for his works in the collaborative haikai no renga form; today, he is recognized as a master of brief and clear haiku.

Do not seek
to follow
in the footsteps
of the men of old;
seek
what they sought.

Monday

Almost Cut My Hair

Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It's gettin kinda long
I coulda said it wasn't in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone


David Crosby Almost Cut My Hair

Saturday

Humility

tiptoed, reaching
striving for the hidden
straining, jumping
for the higher shelf

found a stool
brought a ladder
hidden just out of reach
the object I desire

a slip, a tumble
quite a fall
down on my back
looking at the bottom sill

What I sought
What I seek
always accessible
On the bottom ledge


Humble yourselves therefore
under the mighty hand of God,
that he may exalt you in due time;
1 Peter 5:6 (ASV)