I offer a throwback post on this date, to mark the 500th anniversary of Martin Luther’s posting of his 95 theses…a reflection I wrote earlier this year after encountering a curious garden spot in northwestern Ohio.
The beautiful flower bed saddened me enormously…and instantaneously.
We discovered a nasty surprise as our deck-replacement project got under way recently. About mid-afternoon, the contractor tapped on the back door (never a good sign!) and asked us to come outside and take a look.
Things did not begin auspiciously for me on Day One of our recent ACTS retreat.
As I settled in to say my ‘regular’ morning prayer today, I realized that I hadn’t done so for the past several days.
Odd, but guiltless, this realization. You see, those days were spent at a retreat center…where I was serving on team for our parish’s fall ACTS Retreat.
I made a snap decision at the home improvement store recently, and boy, did it come back to bite me.
It’s getting close now, the bottom of the jar. ‘Peter Pan Creamy’ peanut butter, to be precise. And I won’t mind polishing it off…getting that jar out of the pantry once and for all…so that I can return to my much-preferred variety of the bread spread: ‘Extra Crunchy.’
When news came yesterday of Tom Petty’s demise, it stirred up a memory in me…of a blog post I’d written long ago. Back far enough, in fact, that it appeared on my first blog — Steadfast Spirit, in 2013.
I’m fairly certain Mr. Petty never knew that he’d served as my muse of ‘found spirituality’ once upon a time. But I remain grateful for the inspiration, and offer a link to that original post…in tribute to a worthy and memorable rock-n-roller:
Today’s find: Tom Petty, Prophet
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
By the time I arrived (a little after 9 AM), our annual parish apple-butter cooking was in full swing Saturday morning: Four enormous copper kettles, all a-bubble-splosh-and-steaming…accompanied by an iTunes sound track already well into its “country” playlist.