Via Beatta--the Blessed Way

  This morning has dawned mild and lovely--such a welcome break from the roller coaster of weather in past weeks. My back door is propped open letting in a cool, clean breeze, and the warm sun streams through the kitchen window. The raggedy line of snow and ice crystals almost visibly recedes on the patio, and I can begin to imagine sitting out there in the spring or summer warmth. The hummingbird feeder will be filled, the hills will turn green and produce a variety of floral treasures, and the top will come down on my car! And even if we know that this will not stay this way for a while, it is to be embraced and enjoyed for now. I love to watch the water in different seasons. The Galena River is not so exciting, I think, when totally frozen over and piled high with snow. But in different freeze and thaw cycles it is fun to see the changing patterns of water and ice floes. This brings to mind another late winter, a few years ago when the temperature finally climbed above 40 de

So...Fred Phelps died on Thursday.  Some of us might prefer to shrug and say, "So, what?" Others say, "Good riddance" and harbor wishes for him to receive the kind of judgment he preached. Others, though, higher minded than that, remind us that we do not preach his kind of judgment but of a God who loves all that we should, therefore, be gracious, even to someone who injured so many.   In case you do not recognize the name, he was the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church based in Topeka, Kansas (no relation to other baptist denominations) who spewed hatred in rallies beginning in 1991 at synagogues, churches, mosques; at funerals and public events, and at colleges and other institutions.  His main target was lesbians and gays, but he stretched his homophobic theology to blame 9/11 and military deaths on this country's broadening perspective on gay civil rights and, more recently, gay marriage.   Much of the country, including me, became aware of WBC when i

I had a very fine nap after this first Sunday of Lent with its long opening procession with the chanted Great Litany. And, we moved to Daylight Saving Time during the night, so in addition to getting up very early to finish the sermon, I lost another hour.  It is the practice at Grace to also switch to Rite I during Lent.  I am not thrilled with that as my tongue gets tripped up in the "thees," "thous," "eths," and "ests."  Nevertheless, it was a fine liturgy with the annual theme of "temptation." It was also the first Sunday in a long while (or a least it seems so) that there was not snow overnight along with the anxiety of driving, parking, and even walking!  What a relief!  I did have to slide to the car as my low area near the house was frozen over early this morning.  Of course, it was melted when I got home from church, so I had to wade back in! Grace also produces a devotional booklet each Lent.  People volunteer to write f

My view from the Chicago sun porch early this morning was a lake frozen much further out than I remember in my 10 winters here.  At the far eastern edge, where the sky meets the water, there was a narrow royal blue ribbon of water.  That was all.  The rest was snow-covered ice.  Now, mid-afternoon, there are scattered pools of blue--a sign that, indeed, today's temperature finally moved above freezing.  Cars that still look to be stuck in unplowed ruts will soon be freed.  The dogs walking by with their people do not have their paws in little boots.  They look friskier today. And the sun peers through the overcast sky.  Tonight is to bring a "freezing mix" and lower temperatures again, but it will not dive so deeply.  Perhaps not until next winter. This has truly seemed to be the longest winter ever.  Probably because there has not been a time in months that the ground was not covered in snow.  More like winters I remember when I was a kid.  It reminds me of a favorite