Friday, July 11, 2025
Thursday, July 10, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Perhaps
• Five Minute Friday :: Perhaps Linkup
My first thought is, "who on earth uses the word 'perhaps?'" (no offense, Sharon who suggested the prompt, Kate and everyone else who perhaps uses the word perhaps.) It's a super pretentious way of expressing maybe, isn't it? Or is it?
I can hear in my head someone affecting a fake upper class accent and saying "Perhaps I'll do this or that. Perhaps the sun will shine."
Enough of my intro. On to the content. I'll write about what I wish would happen, because maybe it will. I found my header photo (with legal reuse rights, of course) online because I'm longing for a kitchen table filled with friends and food. I'm longing to be surrounded by a world resurrected from the loss of what I had and knew. Maybe even (possibly even? Perhaps even?) recreated from those scraps of hope, pieces of dreams, images of what I assumed more than reasonably would be mine before long.
You notice the kitchen holds no food. It hosts no people. Perhaps I'll go to the farmer's market or the nearby Aldi. A couple of South Bay Walmarts have good and reasonable fruits and veggies. Perhaps (oh, just maybe), I'll venture to highways and byways and invite random strangers to my future kitchen to help slice, dice, chop, shred, and sauté and assemble a feast for all comers.
Perhaps my life finally will rebound. The sun will set on disappointments and losses. The sun will rise on a brand new day—perhaps (possibly, maybe) branded by the hugs and the hopes of friends I haven't found yet. Or is that perhaps friends who haven't yet found me?
I retitled the picture "Kitchen Dreams."
tags, topics
Five Minute Friday,
life stuff
Friday, July 04, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Transform
but be transformed
by the renewal of your mind.
Romans 12:2
• Five Minute Friday :: Transform LInkup
This week I get to include one of my all time favorite scripture illustrations and talk about Romans again.
World here is "age," eon, era, epoch, and not cosmos.
What can we say, think, or do about the way the world and its leaders, the USA and its leaders, and so much about and around us seems to be changing, not transforming into vibrant new life from death, but from health to despair to death itself?
"Transformed" in this passage from Romans is metamorphosis. Our most familiar images in creation may be butterflies and dragonflies; I did a little research to confirm what I thought I already knew.
Butterflies symbolize transformation and rebirth. In the Christian tradition, butterflies are an icon of easter and resurrection.
Dragonflies originate in water and migrate to air as they grow and mature. Throughout their lifespan, dragonflies are at home in both water and air. In addition to change and transformation that's similar to butterfly lore, dragonflies are about adaptability. Maybe you know they can change direction amidst flight, and they can fly backwards? Somewhere I read dragonflies are about the realization of dreams.
The world and its leaders, the USA and its leaders, and too much about and around us is changing, not into life from death, but from health to despair to death. Maybe your neighborhood, your family, or your workplace has troubles that appear beyond hope. Maybe your own situation has imploded and you need to start from scratch?
Like a dragonfly we are birthed and re-birthed in water; we need to keep returning to the water for sustenance and renewal; we need to keep walking the talk still "wet behind the ears" with God's baptismal promises and claims on us, with God's baptismal charge to us to live transformed, to be agents of change and transformation to help create a world filled with justice, righteousness, newness, possibilities, and hope.
Via the apostle Paul, God calls us to "be transformed," to undergo a metamorphosis, but no human can achieve that radical change on their own, by themselves. It's the work of the Holy Spirit. It's about death and resurrection. Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
Wherever we are, in whatever place we live, transformed people can be agents of change and transformation for this age, this epoch, this eon. Reborn into the cross and the empty tomb. Transformed by water and word. Amen? Amen!
• Common milkweed in full flower this year in West Los Angeles
• Monarch Butterfly from West Los Angeles in a previous year (2018) with depleted milkweed plant. We've been planting milkweed at church for more than a half dozen years. What a ministry to creation!
• Dragonfly from hippo px
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tags, topics
creation,
easter,
Five Minute Friday,
holy ghost,
holy spirit,
paul,
romans,
water
Thursday, July 03, 2025
Jenny Han :: Summer Trilogy
• Summer trilogy 01: The Summer I Turned Pretty on Powell's
From Jenny Han, author of To All the Boys I've Loved Before
"First in a series of three" with the disclaimer I read them all before writing this.
Plot, settings, and characters in The Summer I ["I" is Belly or Isabel] Turned Pretty are atmospheric and suggestive rather than grounded and concrete. This intro to bestselling author Jenny Han's Summer trilogy acquaints us with the Fisher and Conklin families who are every summer denizens of a New England down Maine beach house. We observe typical vacation activities, relationships, and misunderstandings—nothing out of the ordinary, even to a predictable degree.
You might enjoy this as a standalone novel, but experiencing kids and grownups getting older and gaining wisdom as their lives expand is the intention of any coming of age book, so I suggest you keep on reading into It's Not Summer Without You. By the conclusion of We'll Always Have Summer (volume 3), you'll discover Fisher brother Conrad has turned into the central character – an ultra-protagonist – ready to launch a decades-long dynasty that deserves at least a half-dozen more books and a classic TV or film series.
• Summer trilogy 02: It's Not Summer Without You on Powell's
Volume 2, It's Not Summer Without You, continues the Fisher-Conklin narrative. Even after dying from cancer, Fisher matriarch Susannah continues her powerful and loving influence over the intertwined families. Author Jenny Han writes realistic dialogue within relatable human messiness of misunderstanding, betrayal, reunion, divorce, romance, and not-so-romantic situations. A reader can feel the teenagers grow in every dimension!
Even if I hadn't known most of the action happened along the East Coast, I'd still compliment how clearly Han elicits its overall style and sensibility. Really! Could the Summer Trilogy have been set anywhere else? No! Geography is destiny.
• Summer trilogy 03: We'll Always Have Summer
Teens love these coming of age novels; some of us who have achieved a level of chronological maturity enjoy them, too.
What person anywhere doesn't enjoy a beach read that's even mostly set in a beach town? This is the third and final volume of Jenny Han's Fisher-Conklin Summer series that unfolds like a dynasty in progress. My research revealed The Summer I Turned Pretty was a Netflix movie during August 2013; rumors suggesting it might become a TV series circulated for a while, but that still hasn't happened. Han does well with character development, particularly as ultra-protagonist Conrad grows in years, wisdom, and influence; even more, she creates dense layers of action and meaning that never quite resolve. However, in this volume 3, we get the happy resolution of Conrad's and Isabel's long-anticipated marriage. Now the countless readers who've loved this series can create their own multipart sequel, and/or wait for Jenny Han to do so.
tags, topics
book review
Thursday, June 26, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Face
at Hermosa Beach, California, late December 2020.
• Five Minute Friday :: Face Linkup
When I teach, read, write (or consider in any sense) the Apostle Paul's epistles – maybe especially the ones scholars consider genuine or undisputed – I almost always remind myself and everyone else that as we read words printed on the page, "we don't have the voice; we don't have the face."
When we read a text or an email, even one from someone we know well, possibly a friend or colleague we just had lunch or another meeting with a couple of hours ago, we still "don't have the voice or the face" that well may have changed since we last saw each other face-to-face. Besides, the topic may be different.
And that means? A spoken word carries meaning and inflection far beyond the letters that form words that make sentences that sometimes create paragraphs that attempt to communicate to some degree. Or sometimes attempt to obscure communication with different kinds of double-speak, triple-speak, with unspoken subtext or subtexts.
Beyond a voice and enhancing communication even more, there's a person's face with all kinds of possible expressions that interpret the words they're saying. Sad. Happy. Angry. Puzzled. Hopeful. Aggressive.
When you're face-to-face or even side-by-side, you get the best opportunity to understand and comprehend and act upon what's being said.
I love that our host Kate admitted this was almost a random prompt and she didn't have any idea what she'd write, but then she talked about wondering how she could face some situations or circumstances. Just as with words spoken alive and aloud, when you and the problem or situation face each other so you clearly can see each other, you then have a chance to know and understand and act upon or resolve the challenge. Or live with it unresolved a while longer, just as we do with some passages in Romans.
tags, topics
Five Minute Friday,
paul,
romans,
water
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Circle
• Five Minute Friday :: Circle Linkup
Talk about the circle of life is common. Because it's part of the way God has ordered creation, it's naturally part of our understanding. But the circle of life is only one way God orders and arranges creation and the times of our lives.
Nature religions and individuals with no religious or spiritual practice often claim that circular reality, but they leave out a huge part of scripture's witness to God's activity in creation, in history, in our daily walkabouts—resurrection from death.
During his public ministry, Jesus invited everyone to become part of his insider circle. In my baptism, God calls me to live as an outsider to most polite, tamed, predictable structures. God calls us to live as insiders to the way of Jesus.
Life in Jesus' circle is an identity shaped by the contours, demands, and relentless grace of the gospel that seeks justice, freedom, and shalom for all creation. Living in Jesus' circle is life sourced from Word and Sacrament, modeled by the order of creation, the actions and words of the prophets, and especially the birth, life, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus the Christ.
How many times have I quoted Cornel West:
We are people of hope. Why do we party on Friday nights? Why do we go to church on Sundays?
Because it's often the surprise of resurrection from the dead. The feast of fat things for all comers, even late comers. The full day's pay for everyone, even if you signed up at the last hour. The community of shalom sufficiency for friends, enemies, strangers, insiders, outsiders.
The worldview of the bible is open-ended, no longer the endless, predictable recycling of the same thing, yet there is a sense of constancy, of divine design and purpose to the order of nature and creation. Similar to my editing an image in Photoshop, the Holy Spirit edits, styles, filters, re-colors, and reformats people, communities, and institutions. The Spirit of Pentecost brings prophetic promises and broken hopes to life.
It's life-giving, world-changing, society-transforming, creation-renewing death and resurrection stuff!
It's no longer an endless circle of the same thing, so why do you still seek the living among the dead? Right here and right now, we live on the other side of death.
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Talk about the circle of life is common. Because it's part of the way God has ordered creation, it's naturally part of our understanding. But the circle of life is only one way God orders and arranges creation and the times of our lives.
Nature religions and individuals with no religious or spiritual practice often claim that circular reality, but they leave out a huge part of scripture's witness to God's activity in creation, in history, in our daily walkabouts—resurrection from death.
During his public ministry, Jesus invited everyone to become part of his insider circle. In my baptism, God calls me to live as an outsider to most polite, tamed, predictable structures. God calls us to live as insiders to the way of Jesus.
Life in Jesus' circle is an identity shaped by the contours, demands, and relentless grace of the gospel that seeks justice, freedom, and shalom for all creation. Living in Jesus' circle is life sourced from Word and Sacrament, modeled by the order of creation, the actions and words of the prophets, and especially the birth, life, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus the Christ.
How many times have I quoted Cornel West:
We are people of hope. Why do we party on Friday nights? Why do we go to church on Sundays?
Because it's often the surprise of resurrection from the dead. The feast of fat things for all comers, even late comers. The full day's pay for everyone, even if you signed up at the last hour. The community of shalom sufficiency for friends, enemies, strangers, insiders, outsiders.
The worldview of the bible is open-ended, no longer the endless, predictable recycling of the same thing, yet there is a sense of constancy, of divine design and purpose to the order of nature and creation. Similar to my editing an image in Photoshop, the Holy Spirit edits, styles, filters, re-colors, and reformats people, communities, and institutions. The Spirit of Pentecost brings prophetic promises and broken hopes to life.
It's life-giving, world-changing, society-transforming, creation-renewing death and resurrection stuff!
It's no longer an endless circle of the same thing, so why do you still seek the living among the dead? Right here and right now, we live on the other side of death.
tags, topics
creation,
Five Minute Friday,
gospel,
holy ghost,
holy spirit,
liturgy,
sacraments
Monday, June 16, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Panic
• Five Minute Friday :: Panic Linkup
Intro
Did you know? Most people have had or will have a panic attach or something very close to it. It's diagnostic that the person thinks they're dying when the symptoms engulf them.
When in the course of everyday human activity someone becomes so overwhelmed, anxious, unsure, or insecure about the outcome of everything or a something, they may not quite achieve the heart rate, blood pressure, high anxiety, hyperventilation, chills or sweats of an actual panic event, but it's extremely uncomfortable and it may escalate.
Why did I write that intro?
Then and There – Here and Now
A friend mentioned that a mutual friend was very establishment, and that they are. We weren't making a value call on the person, who's a great friend and accomplishes a lot in the community. We simply were saying.
But then I said I'm still very Y2K. Am I really? And if so, why? Is that a value call? Does it affirm anything other than my love for mid-1990 through early aughts fashion? Maybe it does.
I spent more than a few minutes rifling through pictures of the place I lived the last year of my last sojourn on the east coast, specifically in Boston. Do I really want to return to that place? Probably not because I finally admitted I can't do the weather. Then there's what I describe as love-hate regarding the general area. But that's about place, about geography, and relates to overall culture.
Do I want to return to that time? I flew out of Logan into Lindbergh on Saturday 02 September 2000, one day after the earliest expected ambient temperatures allowed us to fly with with dogs or cats. A quarter century ago? Do I want to go back?
I've gotten fond of observing how the twenty-first century, southern California, and the wake of a global pandemic haven't helped my overall situation and my ongoing search for opportunities at all. I have a lot of intense anxieties about right now and about the unseen, unknown future. Panic? There have been a few times my body reacted so intensely I thought I might be dying and I was just fine with that fact.
Short answer is yes, in some ways I want to return to a quarter century ago. I get nostalgic about it. I remember my landlord and housemate Nick. Good meals, good though guarded conversations. Saturday evening Scrabble. Having a former boss and colleague over for lunch a few times.
Since then the world has experienced a long string of literal assaults on what used to be a normal way of living and being. No need to list them all because everyone knows them. I want to return to simpler times, to what feels like innocence from here, though I know it didn't feel innocent or naïve at the time.
I'm still very Y2K. I'm not making a value call. I'm just sayin'.
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Intro
Did you know? Most people have had or will have a panic attach or something very close to it. It's diagnostic that the person thinks they're dying when the symptoms engulf them.
When in the course of everyday human activity someone becomes so overwhelmed, anxious, unsure, or insecure about the outcome of everything or a something, they may not quite achieve the heart rate, blood pressure, high anxiety, hyperventilation, chills or sweats of an actual panic event, but it's extremely uncomfortable and it may escalate.
Why did I write that intro?
Then and There – Here and Now
A friend mentioned that a mutual friend was very establishment, and that they are. We weren't making a value call on the person, who's a great friend and accomplishes a lot in the community. We simply were saying.
But then I said I'm still very Y2K. Am I really? And if so, why? Is that a value call? Does it affirm anything other than my love for mid-1990 through early aughts fashion? Maybe it does.
I spent more than a few minutes rifling through pictures of the place I lived the last year of my last sojourn on the east coast, specifically in Boston. Do I really want to return to that place? Probably not because I finally admitted I can't do the weather. Then there's what I describe as love-hate regarding the general area. But that's about place, about geography, and relates to overall culture.
Do I want to return to that time? I flew out of Logan into Lindbergh on Saturday 02 September 2000, one day after the earliest expected ambient temperatures allowed us to fly with with dogs or cats. A quarter century ago? Do I want to go back?
I've gotten fond of observing how the twenty-first century, southern California, and the wake of a global pandemic haven't helped my overall situation and my ongoing search for opportunities at all. I have a lot of intense anxieties about right now and about the unseen, unknown future. Panic? There have been a few times my body reacted so intensely I thought I might be dying and I was just fine with that fact.
Short answer is yes, in some ways I want to return to a quarter century ago. I get nostalgic about it. I remember my landlord and housemate Nick. Good meals, good though guarded conversations. Saturday evening Scrabble. Having a former boss and colleague over for lunch a few times.
Since then the world has experienced a long string of literal assaults on what used to be a normal way of living and being. No need to list them all because everyone knows them. I want to return to simpler times, to what feels like innocence from here, though I know it didn't feel innocent or naïve at the time.
I'm still very Y2K. I'm not making a value call. I'm just sayin'.
Sunday, June 08, 2025
World Oceans Day 2025
Although I really like my Santa Monica photograph, it didn't translate well enough into a WOD design. Here's a better one using one of my previous pictures.
• UN World Oceans Day
• World Ocean Day
A day late, here's a poster design for United Nations World Oceans Day 2025; I'll let it cover World Ocean Day, as well. World Water Day on March 22nd emphasizes water with less saline content; WOD is about saltier water.
As much as I often admire my own design, this one disappoints me. For the past few years I'd used the same group of pictures, but I really wanted to incorporate my Santa Monica beach scene this time, so here it is.
Wonder: Sustaining what sustains us is this year's theme.
• World Ocean Day
A day late, here's a poster design for United Nations World Oceans Day 2025; I'll let it cover World Ocean Day, as well. World Water Day on March 22nd emphasizes water with less saline content; WOD is about saltier water.
As much as I often admire my own design, this one disappoints me. For the past few years I'd used the same group of pictures, but I really wanted to incorporate my Santa Monica beach scene this time, so here it is.
Wonder: Sustaining what sustains us is this year's theme.
tags, topics
water,
world oceans day
Friday, June 06, 2025
Five Minute Friday :: Honor
• Five Minute Friday :: Honor Linkup
• I'm picking up on this old one about towels and service—honor, as well.
Yesterday I asked a guest who was checking in at the hostel where I've been staying and working if he needed a towel. He said no, he didn't; he had a couple of towels with him. I replied I always travel with a towel, too. I started that habit when I stayed in European hostels, and continued it traveling cross-country USA, occasionally lodging in a motel or hotel, but often in a hostel or with a classmate or friend who had limited linens with limited or no laundry facilities.
To receive, claim, or possess an honor is a privilege. It's a charge. It's a responsibility. It's often a trust from other humans. It's often a sacred trust from God.
Consider honors we have in our families, cities, towns, and workplaces. Honors the church gives us on occasion. The privilege of preaching law and gospel to bring a word of grace; breaking bread and pouring wine, making sure the eschatological feast has flavor and substance. Counseling and consoling. Calls for justice and righteousness.
In order to receive thanksgiving, honor, and glorious blessing, God in Christ Jesus has been responsible – fully responded – to our human needs.
But I started out with towels and time is limited, so where's the honor there?
I observed that to receive, claim, or possess an honor is a privilege. It's a charge. It's a responsibility. It's often a trust from other humans. Often it's a sacred trust from God.
Part of privilege is following Jesus to help make a person or a community more whole. Like a surfer's towel, if you carry one all the time as I generally do (when I travel, not usually round about town) and like that guest does, it can mean warmth and compassion. It can soak up tears, blood, rain, sweat, or water after a refreshing shower. Honoring that other person's needs is a high honor for us. Amen? Amen!
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• I'm picking up on this old one about towels and service—honor, as well.
Yesterday I asked a guest who was checking in at the hostel where I've been staying and working if he needed a towel. He said no, he didn't; he had a couple of towels with him. I replied I always travel with a towel, too. I started that habit when I stayed in European hostels, and continued it traveling cross-country USA, occasionally lodging in a motel or hotel, but often in a hostel or with a classmate or friend who had limited linens with limited or no laundry facilities.
To receive, claim, or possess an honor is a privilege. It's a charge. It's a responsibility. It's often a trust from other humans. It's often a sacred trust from God.
Revelation 7:9,10,12
9 After this I looked, and there was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, robed in white, with palm branches in their hands. 10 They cried out in a loud voice, saying, "Salvation belongs to our God who is seated on the throne, and to the Lamb!"
12 "Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen."
Consider honors we have in our families, cities, towns, and workplaces. Honors the church gives us on occasion. The privilege of preaching law and gospel to bring a word of grace; breaking bread and pouring wine, making sure the eschatological feast has flavor and substance. Counseling and consoling. Calls for justice and righteousness.
In order to receive thanksgiving, honor, and glorious blessing, God in Christ Jesus has been responsible – fully responded – to our human needs.
But I started out with towels and time is limited, so where's the honor there?
I observed that to receive, claim, or possess an honor is a privilege. It's a charge. It's a responsibility. It's often a trust from other humans. Often it's a sacred trust from God.
Part of privilege is following Jesus to help make a person or a community more whole. Like a surfer's towel, if you carry one all the time as I generally do (when I travel, not usually round about town) and like that guest does, it can mean warmth and compassion. It can soak up tears, blood, rain, sweat, or water after a refreshing shower. Honoring that other person's needs is a high honor for us. Amen? Amen!
tags, topics
Five Minute Friday,
gospel,
revelation,
sacraments
Friday, May 30, 2025
Spring and May 2025
• March Summary
• April – Earth Month – Overview
• Urban Wilderness City Paradise Lectionary Blog for May • Many beautiful spring blooms around town this month include Jasmine, Jacaranda, more Golden Poppies because they have a long season, seemingly ever-blooming Bougainvillea, Tulips at the Florist Shop, Milkweed, and several whose names I don't know. But I love them anyway! • Tulips for Mothers Day • One of my housemates made us a Saturday dinner. So good with potatoes, rice, beans, chicken, asparaus, green beans, and broccoli. • We're having Game Night again at church! Snacks from the first inning after Covid no longer was such a major thing. • Star jasmine along the sidewalk • Blackberries and blueberries in my breakfast bowl • Jacaranda in bloom along Santa Monica Blvd. They'll get purpler as the weeks go by. • Memorial Day decorations. Always remember. Never forget. Be thankful and humble. We had lunch on the lawn after worship. • I may write more later about the surprising Finland-Suomi connection that gave me hope. • I've been picturing common milkweed in the windowboxes almost every week. It's gloriously abundant and I can't wait for the monarchs. • Fourth Tuesday lunch at the church where the facilities manager offers yoga classes. After lunch we had a session of stretchy and helpful chair yoga (something I'd heard of and wondered about). Here's part of our salad with chili lunch. • My nearby California golden poppies. This is their second or third blooming this year. • A group of Santa Monica flowers conclude this month's highlights
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