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RADIATION AND PERTURBATIONS – I

April 9, 2017

 

Sorry I couldn’t get back here right away after the storm.  I’ve been “perturbed.”

But we’re still here:

2nd Tree and moon

That tall tree that twisted and turned so menacingly in our big storm is still standing.  The sky the next day was gloriously blue.  Innocently blue:  “What?  What storm?”   The pond level remains high but the raging torrent has returned to a normally high spring-level creek no longer uprooting trees and gouging out the creek bank.

Nature is calmer,  but this week becomes one of “perturbations”  and turmoil in the spiritual world,  during which Christians try to enter into the experience of Holy Week,  Jesus’ last week of life on this earth.   Try to enter into;  try to figure it out;  spend time  uniting in the experience, the story, the details.

The time approaches.

2nd Tree and Fist

 

Next to the photo of the top of the tree is a moon becoming full.  Not just any full moon;  the Paschal Moon,  for it is always full on Passover, and therefore on the Thursday of this particular week.    I put up my fist to measure the height of the moon.   One fist = 10 degrees.  The moon was about 50 degrees high in the sky.   As Thursday evening comes, it will be about that high,   but it will be just about at its highest point later in Gethsemane,  where Jesus had his  unspeakable agony,   sorrow beyond our understanding.

“Perturbations” 

2nd Waves

So, the storm that Mother Nature gave our area is past, but the wind still blows little waves and ripples across the pond to accompany our unsettled feelings during our Holy Week meditations.

And now there is the storm our politicians are giving us in international affairs.    “Russia threatens war,”  the new headlines say.     Well,  yes.   We attacked a sovereign nation.   One which Russia was working with to defeat ISIS.   They would be “perturbed.”

And   “Perturbations in Egypt.”     Palm Sunday today, and 43 Christians were killed in their churches by Islamic bombs.    “Innocent children and women  should not be killed in that manner”   . .  .  to use the words of the American president commenting on events in Syria.    I hope he is not so perturbed that he takes advice to retaliate against Egypt.   And if not,  why not?

(Maybe an unnamed “chemical gas”  is supposed to perturb us more than a more familiar bomb-attack.)

“Perturbations” as Islam advances apace in the Western world.

This week, after a few months of listening to a lecturer from Yale present Late Ancient and Medieval history,   he suddenly began giving lectures falsifying  (and sanitizing)  the history of Islam —  I could have thrown fifty books at him that tell a very different  history,   and consistently different throughout the centuries of experience with Islam,  some of these books written long before this man was born.   I suppose he has to agree to say these things or else lose his tenure.

But, gee — if you can’t trust a history professor from Yale,  who can you trust?   (That’s a joke, my friends.)

But again, “Islam advances apace.”     Look up that word “apace.”

AN EMOTIONAL DAY

February 28, 2017

(The  two flags of my heritage): 

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Emotional.   I hate that.   I’ve had my emotions stirred today three times and ended up in tears – of happiness, I think.

I am Scandinavian.   We.    Don’t.   Cry.     Only sometimes we do, and then we look like a mess and  feel like a mess and we’re embarrassed  –  and we ask,  “How does that happen?”

So,  today –

Happy thing number one –  Son  spent a few hours here today; we kept so busy;  and his actions and his stories filled me with . . .  wonder!  and a great deal of gratitude.    (He’ll know why.)   A very happy day.

Happy thing number two –

thunderstorm

Big loud crashing thunderstorm today.   And more to come!   Early in the evening I was in my “study”  at one edge of the house and the thunder struck.  Not the muffled, rumbling thunder that comes through thick clouds,  but the sharp, banging kind that makes it seem as though some heavy equipment with sharp distinct edges just got dropped overhead.  In fact one set of thunderclaps was so loud and distinctive that I looked out the window to the house next door with the thought that it just might have collapsed.     Spectacular  noise !!   (The house is okay.)

Very pumped up and excited.

And then –  President Trump began his speech.    Happy thing number three.

Every single sentence of his touched me very deeply.   It was like the things I was thinking, the things I had been hoping for, the things that I have desired for our country was all being verified and affirmed.    Someone was speaking my thoughts!   At last.

It’s been thirty years since I’ve heard a presidential speech without having to cringe.

No cringing tonight,  just grateful for a president who loves our country as much as I do.   And I hated it because his words touched me with hope and pride and good possibilities – and it made me cry.     “How does that happen?”

jamiel-shaw

Thank goodness I was alone.  I absolutely lost it when  President Trump got to Jamiel Shaw Jr.      I had been very affected by his death several years ago.     I wrote abou it   one Memorial Day although I don’t remember quite how I made the connection.

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I was horrified that this  accomplished and beloved son was shot in cold blood –  by an illegal immigrant who had been  released from prison.

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Mr. Jamiel shaw, Sr. and President Trump,  friends

Jamiel Shaw.   I never wanted to forget him because he is a symbol, to me, of all the victims of crimes, especially  crimes committed against Americans by those who are here illegally.    His father was especially  devastated, in a way that I could only fearfully  imagine.   Please,  God, may I never experience the death of one of my children.  But Mr. Jamiel Shaw, Sr.,  did.     And he and all the other families of such victims need our sympathy, our prayers,  and our help.

Actually,  all the good people who were showcased in the speech tonight moved me to tears.  (How does that happen?  Why should I be crying?)

It  is to our amazement that when President Trump announced the new task force to help the victims of these crimes —  was it V.O.I.C.E.?  — the television cameras showed the entire  Democrat side of the Congress booing, hissing, and sitting still.

He said that “every problem in our country can be solved.  Every hurting family  can be healed,    so why not join forces to get the job down.     Let’s work together.”     Funny,  again,  only one half of the Congress applauded.  The Democrat side sat in stony silence.    Really?   They don’t want to work together to heal our nation?   to heal hurting families?  Or is it that they WILL not work together with the president of the United States?

Well, again,  every sentence that I heard President Trump say surprised me by how deeply I had wanted to hear those things.     It was uplifting.   “Why should we not expect wonderful things from Americans again  . . .?”

Maybe I do know how those tears happened tonight.

Relief.

THE BIGGEST IMPRESSION

January 19, 2017

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Each person has his own impressions of the political spectacle that we are experiencing during this presidential inauguration.   We see so many things and we hear so many people.      But from a tiny little corner of this country,  I have one too.

My biggest impression on this Inauguration Eve which I’ll probably remember years from now is this:

On my way home from class tonight,    in the car,  listening to the radio,    I heard the announcer say that some major singer sang some well-known patriotic song about America,  with Donald  Trump  in attendance   —

(I think it might have been Lee Greenwood and I think it might have been “I’m Proud to Be An American”)

—  and the announcer said      “Donald Trump sang along – AND HE KNEW ALL THE WORDS.”

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This man,  Donald Trump,  soon,  God willing,  to be our president,    knows all the words to one of the most inspiring, uplifting patriotic songs that makes us proud to be Americans and glad to show pride in our country!

I don’t even  know all the words to that song.   I rarely get to hear it.    Doesn’t he lead an even busier life than I ever could?

But he proudly sang along to this most wonderful song.

That tells me he LOVES this country, from deep inside himself.   It’s not just for show, not just for politics,  not just because he’s expected to say so.

I have thought before that Mr. Trump genuinely loves this country,  but this small, insignificant fact, that he knows the words of this song by heart,   gives me great happiness just to think that we now have a president who actually loves this country and what it stands for, and is not afraid to show it.

I think he’ll do all right for us.