o canada!

The Frontenac Hotel was our destination, the old city of Québec with its old world mystique top-heavy fronts and tarnished copper roofs and turrets; statuary, carriages, dignitaries and redcoats and rebels and tourists; its outdoor cafes and squares.

The boardwalk above the precipitous shore and beneath the high city, the yet higher battlements with cannon sending forth its smoking charges and celebration, cannonading with thrilling power.  As a decade before, landing on Loyalists Day in St. John, New Brunswick, quite by accident, so it was with this day; with our rising into the city in our pickup truck on Canada Day. Continue reading

happy b’day, friend.

Happy B’day Friend!

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
   This tree was pulled from the woods when we first moved here. About three feet tall, very skinny. The soil was too dry that year. I had to cut the top. When it’s budding we think of JRRT’s poetic beech candle flames.
   I’m not sure I agree with the part of CSL’s quote before the semicolon.  But that second part!  Yes, ever.

 

 

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Maundy Thursday

For our contemplation.

Praying in Gethsemane

 

In this image the Lord Jesus is being ministered to by an angel as He prays in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before He is to be crucified.

The image of HIS contemplation is backgrounded in a remoter fore-glimpse of what is to come.

But let us contemplate the will of God with Him in this image. For He prays to be relieved of the necessity to endure the crucifixion. And, next, prays God’s will be done.

Shortly they will come for Him.

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This image was made by Maine artist Nancy Jacob in Guatemala and is used here with permission. If you like, you can befriend Nancy on Facebook. I think an image of The Last Supper is planned for today. For deep views, double-click on images in all these posts.

On the Other Hand…

Let’s everybody pick up stakes and go back to the place of our birth so’s we can be taxed and counted by Caes— by the government. There’ll be so many trains planes steamers—uh diesels—and automobiles moving over land sea and air that the angels will have a hard time keeping track of it all. (This presumes that universal physical laws and materiality are charged to great disciplined beings continually moving to carry out their respective stewardship.)

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