Feels Like September

by Vince

I am in a blogging mood. I’ll see where this goes.

The last few days have felt like September to me. Lately, I have had this feeling of excitement in my stomach; the school year is on the horizon, MJ and I are moving, the weather is cooler, fresher, and feels as if it is curling up around my body. It is perfect for wearing jeans, maybe a flannel, and hanging out with a good book and some coffee. Maybe one day we will live in Maine or Washington state. Watching the Twilight movies makes us think more about that possibility! I have the feeling though that MJ and I would feel similar to my Dad when he lived in Portland, Oregon: homesickness and missing loved ones back east.

This dreary day was capped off by some rain in the a.m. It feels as if the persistent heat zaps my energy from my body. I don’t like how it can make me want to stay in doors where it is cool. This I have learned is all just part of the seasons. It even includes putting up with sweating after getting out of the shower from the humidity outside. In the end, it feels like a nice balance. When I have had enough of one season, I am excited for the next (or the polar opposite).

The liturgical and cultural seasons seem to inter-mesh. Today’s liturgy reading speaks to the commonalities of life. The below are some excerpts of mine from the readings.

2 Samuel 18:24-33

32 The king asked the Cushite, “Is the young man Absalom safe?”
The Cushite replied, “May the enemies of my lord the king and all who rise up to harm you be like that young man.”

33 The king was shaken. He went up to the room over the gateway and wept. As he went, he said: “O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you—O Absalom, my son, my son!”

Psalm 102:1-12

7 I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.

9 For I eat ashes as my food
and mingle my drink with tears

12 But you, O LORD, sit enthroned forever;
your renown endures through all generations.

Ephesians 5:15-20

17 Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.

Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, 20always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

John 6:51-58

58 This is the bread that came down from heaven.

The theme of grief, to the point of being shaken, with loneliness and lowliness is coupled with gifts from heaven in the dual form of a loyal G-d and His bread. I have found all of the above helpful as I have ventured through the ordinary struggles of life. News can bring life and sadness. Many days have my drinks been mixed with frustrations and wondering over the unknown. In the midst of that storm, bread for my day is provided to me. Each morning, a warm cup of coffee accompanies me as I delve into silent reading. I explore what solitude is all about. Even though I am a youth director, I am alongside the youth in learning the personal meaning behind this spiritual practice. The liturgy grants me an ecumenical community that is at rhythm with me through the written Word. Someday’s this is all I have that I enjoy. Thankfully that is not always so. I may not remember the exact words each day but I look to my day in a way similar to Davids’ Psalms: “your renown endures through all generations”, a thankful song in the midst of life.

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