What Would Jesus Do?

A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.

He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk; naturally...



I assumed you had stolen the car."

Don't blame me. Blame Doug.

"My Lord And My God!"

"The Incredulity of Saint Thomas" by Caravaggio

When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, ‘Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.’ When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.’

But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, ‘We have seen the Lord.’ But he said to them, ‘Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.’

A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.’ Thomas answered him, ‘My Lord and my God!’ Jesus said to him, ‘Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.’

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.

John 20:19-31

Please read Doorman-Priest's sermon for today. It is excellent. He reminds us that Thomas is remembered for his doubting, but that he is pretty much forgotten for his high Christology, which was rare at that time.

God's Woman

Peter, Thomas, are you my kin?
I call you, "Brother". Are we alike?
You imperfect ones, a doubter, a denier,
Am I your sister?

"I tell you I do not know him!"
Three times your Lord denied.
Oh, Peter, when you heard the cock crow,
Your salty tears were bitter.

You, Thomas, to touch, to see was all.
"Me believe? When I see the nail marks,
When I put my finger in his side."
"My Lord and my God!"

You, my brothers, deeply, fully human,
You flaw-filled men of God,
You give me strength; you give me courage.
Perhaps I'll be God's woman, after all.

Grandmère Mimi 4/18/07

It's the third time that I've used the painting by Caravaggio, but I love it, as I do nearly all of Caravaggio's religious paintings.

Here He Be - Our Very Own TheMe

Read about TheMe and his social club in the The Evening Chronicle.

Can you guess which one he is? Look for the guy with the emptiest glass and the most empty glasses on the table in front of him. Now that he's a celebrity, he probably won't even speak to us any more.

Whitby

On the coach trip with the biddies yesterday, we passed breathtakingly beautiful countryside, through dales and moors. Whitby is a wonderful small fishing town and St. Hilda's is lovely.

I sat on the pier and wept a little, because Grandpère was not with me, and because the place was so beautiful. He would have adored Whitby. He's never known a fishing town or village that he didn't like. I sat on a bench on the pier and watched the waves roll in, which was soothing and healing. I'm getting all weepy and sentimental about places. I wept when I left the Yorkshire Moors with MadPriest and Mrs MadPriest. Imagine what MP thought of a weepy woman in the back of his car!

The words above are from one of the few posts I wrote while I was in England. According to legend, Whitby is associated with Dracula and has a creepy feel about it, but if so, I didn't experience it. I have long wanted to have a glimpse of the North Sea, so I fulfilled two wishes when I visited, getting more than a glimpse.

Three wishes, because I saw the beautiful ruins of St. Hilda's Abbey, which is pictured below.


St. Hilda's from the pier.


MadPriest told me that I had to order fish and chips in Whitby, so, of course, I obeyed. When the waitress brought my order, it was huge. The fish was as long as my forearm, and on the side was a large pile of chips. The fish was haddock, and it was delicious. The meat was thick, white and firm, but I could eat only about a third of it. Grandpère and I had fish and chips somewhere in the south of England, in Portsmouth, maybe, served from a stand wrapped in newspaper. The meal in Whitby was much tastier.


Gratuitous pictures of Whitby, just because I think the scenes are pretty.


On the coach trip, I sat next to a lovely lady from Wakefield. She was a widow in her 80s, and she often went on the senior coach trips in the area, because she didn't drive, and she thought she needed to get out. The cost of the trip was only £12.50, which I thought was good value. Our guide talked some of the time, but not incessantly, as some do. That tends to get on my nerves. Once we arrived in Whitby, we were on our own, which suited me very well, as I could roam on my own and go where I pleased.

I'm So Glad I Found Out About This!!!

The correct way to weigh yourself:


I can't believe I was doing it wrong all these years.

WE MUST SPREAD THE WORD.

Thanks to Erika.

You'll Need Your Money For a Lifeboat

From the Daily Comet:

Ivor van Heerden, a sandy-haired South African scientist with a penchant for levees and coastal environments, delighted in his role after Hurricane Katrina as one of the few scientists in Louisiana willing to criticize the Army Corps of Engineers.

With his field instruments in hand, van Heerden was a go-to source for news organizations, talk radio and documentary film makers. His message was consistent: The corps was at fault for poor levee engineering and had to be held accountable.
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On Thursday, about 30 supporters of van Heerden held signs and marched in front of a LSU Health Sciences Center library in New Orleans, shouting "L-S-U, shame on you!"

The signs read: "LSU take the politics out of hurricane studies" and "LSU — stop gagging experts."

"Van Heerden was one of the few to step out and tell the truth that it was corps' engineering," said Ray Broussard, a 50-year-old maritime photographer. He lived in the Lakeview neighborhood when Katrina hit Aug. 29, 2005, and his home was flooded with 7 feet of water.
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Michael Ruffner, former vice chancellor for communications at LSU, told The New York Times in May 2006 that "We don't see him as a viable source to be discussing the engineering aspect of the levees."

In a June letter to The Times-Picayune newspaper, Ruffner said he wanted to quell speculation that the school attempted to limit van Heerden's access to the media.

"Nothing could be further from the truth," Ruffner wrote. "LSU continues to be deeply committed to First Amendment rights, as well as unfettered academic freedom."

Ruffner wrote then problems arose "relating to his technical and professional expertise to comment on levees and construction matters because he is trained in geology and botany, and not civil engineering."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the powers at LSU shut him up because he was not an engineer. It's true that Ivor is not an engineer, but Team Louisiana, the group that Ivor assembled to inspect the levees after Katrina, included engineers. Plus, it doesn't hurt to have someone on the team who knows something about geology, does it?

We're saving the money we would have donated to LSU to buy our lifeboat for the hurricane season.

It's good to see folks come out in support of Ivor.

Stay Home, Governor Jindal!

From the Daily Comet:

As Gov. Bobby Jindal's profile in the Republican Party rises, so does the bill for Louisiana taxpayers.

Widely considered a GOP presidential contender, Jindal insists he's only interested in re-election as governor, but he has traveled to a dozen states to collect campaign dollars and stump for himself or other Republicans.

An Associated Press review shows that providing legally mandated security on such trips has cost the state treasury tens of thousands of dollars since Jindal took office in January 2008, money that has not been reimbursed by Jindal or his campaign.

The tally grew higher this week as Jindal traveled to New York and then to Boston for fundraisers. The Boston fundraiser, on Thursday, was sponsored by former GOP presidential contender Mitt Romney.
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Jindal, who has championed tougher ethics standards, said he always touts Louisiana when he's on the road. The aggressive political travel, he said, is to ensure he has enough money for a 2011 re-election bid. He's raised more than $3 million since his inauguration.

"In 2007, I ran against two millionaires able to self-finance. They were able to write checks for several million dollars. That's not something I can do, so I want to make sure we've got the resources to get the message out," the governor said.

Yes, Governor Jindal, it's all about your next run for governor of Louisiana, and all the folks around the country really, really want you reelected to that post. Really.

You look pained in your picture, Governor Jindal. We're in pain, too. The state is in a bind with a shortfall in the budget. Time to do your part. Save us money. Do the job we pay you to do. STAY HOME!

Disruptive English Parishioners

From News Biscuit:

Rural parishes unable to find permanent members of the clergy have been forced to bring in supply vicars whose inexperience and lack of authority has made them vulnerable to disruptive parishioners, says a new report.

One temporary priest was reduced to tears with heckling and catcalling during his sermon, and when he looked up he saw that all the church-goers had turned their pews round to face the opposite direction. ‘These young supply vicars do not have the experience to be able to hold the attention of wayward Christians,’ admitted the Archbishop of Canterbury. ‘The moment they turn their back they are pelted with screwed up service sheets and Alpha Course leaflets made into paper planes, and many of them just don’t know what to do.’

Read the rest. How long before the bad behavior jumps the pond? How long before the the unruliness moves beyond supply vicars and priests to vicars and rectors? Soon and very soon, I'm guessing.

Thanks to Saintly Ramblings.

From My Granddaughter

A cowboy rides into town on Friday. He stays for three days and leaves on Friday. How does he do this?

My grandchildren have been out of school all week. Spring break, I suppose. We took them to Western Sizzlin', renowned for its gourmet food, for lunch today. It went rather well, all things considered. The restaurant is not far from my house, and the kids and I walked home. Grandpère did not want them in his truck with their messy frozen yogurt cones. The weather was lovely, a breezy spring day, so we made a good choice.

The children are on my desktop, which I much prefer, and I'm on the laptop. I posted this, only partly finished, at OCICBOV by mistake and had to delete it. See. I'm already confused.

Jesus Appears At Emmaus

Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures.

As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, ‘Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.’ So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. They said to each other, ‘Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?’ That same hour they got up and returned to Jerusalem; and they found the eleven and their companions gathered together. They were saying, ‘The Lord has risen indeed, and he has appeared to Simon!’ Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he had been made known to them in the breaking of the bread.

Luke 24:27-35

O God, whose blessed Son did manifest himself to his disciples in the breaking of bread: Open, we pray thee, the eyes of our faith, that we may behold him in all his redeeming work; through the same thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

(Book of Common Prayer, p. 223)

The painting above is another in the series titled "The Passion of Christ" by New York artist, Doug Blanchard. Doug blogs as Counterlight at Counterlight's Peculiars.

According to the Lectionary, I'm a day late with this post, but you know what they say, "Better late...."