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Quote of the day, May 30

(Community volunteer who was graciously teaching a lesson on government): Who knows what taxes are?

Student: Taxes is a place where there are tornadoes.

Bonus: quote of the day, May 29

(Student reads a letter written by another student.)  That’s a pretty good letter.  Except, he didn’t say, “I’m writing to tell you.”  That’s, you know, real.”


Photographic food for thought

What does a week’s worth of groceries look like?  It depends on where you live.

If toothpaste had top notes of orange blossom. . .

Some days when there’s no occasion for perfume beyond the fact that I like it, I find that reason enough, but forget it until I lean down to help a student who comments.  My favorite remark this morning: “Wow!  Your breath smells really good!  You must brush your teeth a whole lot!”

And now, for something completely different

I once met a man whose son’s birth certificate read, “First: Samuel.  Middle: Rutherford.” I’m beginning to understand why.

If you’re new to SR, here are the vitals: born around 1600, Presbyterian minister, controversial writer.  He often gets called a Puritan, and perhaps there’s no one better to debunk the idea that Puritans were joyless, cold, and hateful.  His writings pulse with joy and warmth and pastoral care (also, the man knew how to turn a phrase).  I haven’t read his political works (see above: controversial).  But his letters are, well, just listen:

Your afflictions are not eternal, time will end them, and so shall ye at length see the Lord’s salvation; His love sleepeth not, is still in working for you; His salvation will not tarry nor linger; and suffering for Him is the noblest cross out of heaven. Your Lord hath the choice of ten thousand other crosses, beside this, to exercise you withal; but His wisdom and His love choosed out this for you, beside them all; and take it as a choice one, and make use of it. Let the Lord absolutely have the ordering of your evils and troubles, and put them off you, by recommending your cross and your furnace to Him, who hath skill to melt His own metal, and knoweth well what to do with His furnace. . .

I urge upon you communion with Christ; a growing communion. There are curtains to be drawn aside in Christ that we never saw, and newfoldings of love in him. I despair that I shall ever win to the far end of that love, there are so many aspects to it. Therefore dig deep, and sweat and labor and take pains for him, and set by as much time in the day for him as you can. We will be won in the labor.

And in case you’ve bought the “Puritans were boring folks just waiting for Heaven” idea, I offer you this:

I perceive we postpone all our joys of Christ, till He and we be in our own house above, thinking that there is nothing of it here to be sought or found, but only hope and fair promises; and that Christ will give us nothing here but tears, sadness, crosses; and that we shall never feel the smell of the flowers of that high garden of paradise above, till we come there. Nay, but I find it possible to find young glory, and a young green paradise of joy even here. We dream of hunger in Christ’s house, while we are here, although He alloweth feasts to all the bairns within God’s household.

(I don’t even know if there was such a thing as bolding in the 17th century- I’m responsible for that.  But the use of bairns is all Sam.)

Within Love

I sent this quote to a friend the other day, because it related to a conversation we’d had.  I should’ve known better than to blithely send a pretty thought about a weighty thing; it’s the pleasantly abstract ideals I spout that become impossibly real and gritty when I’m put to the test.  I usually don’t have long to wait for the test.  Today, being love has been grueling, and I’ve abandoned love a lot.  I’ve been petty and selfish and subtly vengeful.  But I still want to be within love, still know it’s where I belong, and I still like this perspective:

It is about large love, the love that encompasses all things, even those things you don’t particularly like. So to do anything in love does not at all mean to Be In Love. It means maybe to be within love, to be love, as opposed to hate and all its many avatars. It means to forsake the thieves of love, to banish greed and pride and desire and anger and jealousy and fear. -S Wiegand


Favorite conversation of the day 1-29-13

Miss M., I need to talk to you two things.  The first one is: I have a new jacket.  The second one is: on 27 January, my mom ordered something.

Cool!  What color is your jacket?

Black.  And sometimes red and white.

Quote of the Day, Aug 30

What Axe is supposed to do, you can accomplish with Gain. -#5

True story.  If you washed your shirt with Gain and then mowed a lawn. . .