04 January 2016
Patristic Quote of the Day
For where peace is, there is Christ, for Christ is Peace; and where righteousness is, there is Christ, for Christ is Righteousness.—Ambrose of Milan, Letter 63:4
03 January 2016
Weedon Family News 2015
The year in review: Grandchildren are now at five, though Henry David (David and Meaghan's next little one) is still hiding in the womb. Joshua Flynn was born to Lauren and Dean back in June. Sawyer is always busy and active and chattering away; Annabelle knows no fear and boldly goes wherever her whimsy fancies; Lydia is a tad more timid but like those two filled with laughter and joy. Flynn is a wonderfully happy little baby whose smile will melt your heart. Before our eyes we see what the Lord meant: "Of such is the kingdom...."
Cindi keeps busy with working for White Mountain Financial, sitting for Lydia a day or two each week, and running the household. She still loves cooking, entertaining, playing pinochle and Liverpool, singing with choir and the Collinsville Chorale, crocheting and working out. She survived a horrible car crash (rear ended and narrowly escaped being pushed into oncoming traffic). It took months to heal up and still she feels the spot on her face where it slammed into the window. Bill finished up a book for CPH (due to be published this Spring—Celebrating the Saints: the Feasts, Festivals and Commemorations of Lutheran Service Book), keeps up with his daily radio gig (Thy Strong Word) with help from his dear friend Randy Asburry, and still does the chaplaincy at the LCMS headquarters and serves as Director of Worship. He also has been regularly playing organ for neighboring parish and then occasionally for St. Paul's and often at the International Center. He's found he enjoys assisting worship with music quite a bit. Aside from Cindi's accident, it was a year of good health for which we bless God!
The year included a cruise to the Caribbean with dear friends, John and Karen Klinger and Carlo and Stephanie Van Ulft. Lots of pinochle! We decided Barbados was just perfect and we'd happily take over the centuries old Anglican Church there and make it Lutheran! If only it weren't so far from the children and grandchildren....
Bekah has been dating a thoroughly delightful young man, Andy. His father is a Wisconsin Synod Lutheran pastor. She even spent Thanksgiving with his family this year. We've enjoyed getting to know him. She is still a nanny and does some homeschooling with the children she nannies.
Summer brought lots of pool time, biking time, gatherings with friends and family. A bit of anxiety for Aunt Sandy, as she was hospitalized for a very long time this summer. She's doing well now, thanks be to God! In the fall, Cindi took a few days out in North Carolina with the Herberts. Bill was suitably jealous. She assures him she gave the kiddos lots of kisses and hugs from their "pa."
Winter thus far has been unseasonably mild, but we did have a monsoon right after Christmas. From St. Stephen's Day through Holy Innocents, we ended up with, yes, 10 inches of rain. A battle to keep it out of the basement. We think we fought that battle and won. Time will tell.
Meanwhile, the joys of Christmas roll on. This morning, for the Second Sunday after Christmas we sang the beautiful hymn of Paul Gerhardt: "Come, Your Hearts and Voices Raising."
Christ from heav'n came descending
And in love our race befriending;
In our need His help extending,
Saved us from the wily foe.
Jacob's star in all its splendor
Beams with comfort sweet and tender,
Forcing Satan to surrender,
Breaking all the pow'rs of hell.
May that comfort sweet and tender be yours this entire year. We love you all. The door is ever open. Come and see us!
Bill and Cindi
P.S. Isn't this the greatest pic? Our four grandchildren (Sawyer, Annabelle, Lydia, Flynn on pillow) enjoying a tea party. Meaghan's idea and photography.
The end of a monster vacation
I had saved up a lot of vacation time this year and ended up taking it all. So I was basically off from the evening of December 11 through today, January 3. I told Cindi that it was definitely too much. I need to space it better. I loved the extra time for workouts and lazy mornings together, drinking our coffee and planning the rest of the day, but I definitely began itching for doing work after a week or two. I did not open the work computer, though, the entire vacation; I tried to avoid a lot of email and electronic communication (not always possible); and forced myself to do other things. Although I've not deactivated my FB (I've done that in the past), I did decide to pull it off my devices. Yes, it's great to keep up with family. No, I don't need to get worked up over arguments in a forum that simply doesn't work well for discussion. Also yanked several sensational news sources from my browser and even my link to ALPB forum. I want to start the new year as best I can with a whole lot LESS so called "social media" and a whole lot more time with family and friends. I'm not making any new year's resolutions, but I am going to give it a shot.
So I hope to do a bit more writing on Ye olde Blog.
Here are some of the photos from the holy days (they were wonderful, as always, at St. Paul's):
28 December 2015
The Monsoon
Well, it started on St. Stephen's Day and it lasted until the sunset of Holy Innocents: a rain like I don't ever remember experiencing in my life. Cindi tells me all told in those three days we topped 10 inches of rain. We battled water in the basement. We had a power loss. We wet-vacced more than I care to remember. Buckets dumped. Dehumidifier dumped. A week ago we had our sump replaced, thanks be to God! It (and the battery backup) got us through this mess. We've got two fans running nonstop and the dehumidifier still going, hoping to stave off any infestation of mold or mildew. I've doused the carpet in Lysol. Whew. The cortisol level equals about three rounds of sprints, I'd say. Not exactly the peaceful vacation I had planned, but what is, is.
25 December 2015
The Nativity Feast, 2015
The beauty of the Midnight Divine Service, the overflowing joy of the Christmas Day Divine Liturgy! Aside from the high points of the Scripture readings, the sermons, the partaking of the most holy Eucharist, also rejoiced in...
...a touch of Praetorius...Carlo's organ feats...John's trumpet...Sweet smell of incense wafting aloft...Choir singing so joyously Mary's Lullaby, Tollite Hostia, and He is Born the Divine Christ Child...All the stanzas of "From Heaven Above"...Luther's incomparable "We Praise You, Jesus, At Your Birth"...The reading of the Kalends at the start of the Divine Service...The place rocking with "Now Sing We" as the procession exited the Church.
A few visuals:
24 December 2015
05 December 2015
Eve of St. Nicholas' Day
In my old German Bible from CPH, the day of Nicholas the Bishop is provided with an epistle from 2 Corinthians 1:7–9. The Gospel is Luke 12:35–40. The beautiful prayer in Treasury asks that as God bestowed upon His servant Nicholas of Myra the perpetual gift of charity, so He may give His church grace to deal in love and generosity with children and all who are poor and distressed and to plead the cause of those who have no helper. This beautiful ikon of the saint was a gift many years ago from the Jeff Schwarz family:
29 November 2015
28 November 2015
Welcome, Advent!
With the setting of the sun tonight, Advent begins. The older I get, the more I welcome and love the penitential seasons. The collect (prayer of the day) for this Sunday asks the Lord Jesus to stir up His power and come and rescue us from the threatening perils of our sins.
And this is why we need Advent (whether or not the Christmas tree is up as ours is): we need to be reminded again of what we don't want to really believe. That our sins ARE threatening. That our sins ARE perilous. That our sinful desires need not indulgence, but execution. That this fallen age can never be our true or lasting home. That we need the salvation that comes only from our Savior's gracious visitation. The light begins to grow amid the gathering darkness and intensifying gloom (here in the northern hemisphere) and throughout this strife-torn world: and our sin will never NOT be the enemy of the light, but the light is our hope. It spills out from the cracked open door of our true and lasting home. "Come, Lord Jesus!"
27 November 2015
My mom's home place...
...the front part of the house was built by mom's grandfather, "Daddy Jim," and my grandfather was born here in 1885. The middle part of the house dates back to colonial days and was the miller's house on the Field plantation (Daddy Jim's mom was Catherine Anne Field). The rear of the house was done when I was a teen, replacing a similar one-and-a-half -story section that had stood there when I was a child. Aunt Emma always had goodies baking in the wood cook stove; her light rolls were amazing and her pies of all sorts simply legendary. We'd always come here to gather running pine and cedar and holly branches to decorate our home in Maryland during Christmas. They flourish in the woods to the right of this picture. After mom's funeral, we went back here for the wake; I think it was 21 years ago tomorrow. And, yes, though there was a bathroom added (you can see if just off the back porch), old habits die hard. I still remember regular use of chamber pots, because who would walk downstairs to use the facilities in the middle of the night?
26 November 2015
Our Thanksgiving Feast
Turkey is in oven, table set, wine prepared, cheese (brie, plain and herbed, and 2 year aged cheddar) and smoked sockeye salmon ready for appetizers, sweet potato soufflé ready to slip in oven, gravy underway. Pumpkin pie and chocolate torte ready for dessert. Still to go: roasted taters, green beans almandine, asparagus, and some dinner rolls (really, a sort of yummy popover with tapioca and coconut flour fix). Thinking it's smelling pretty good.
22 November 2015
It doesn't get better than this...
...this side of the Parousia. We attended early service at St. Paul's this a.m. I was already looking forward to it, for I love the readings and hymns and chants of this Last Sunday of the Church Year. But what a feast! The prelude had just begun when I came in, but I got to hear most of August Homilius' Wachet Auf. The opening hymn was "Christ Is Surely Coming" and the congregation belted it out with some help from Carlo and John on trumpet. The school children were the cantors today and did a great job on the Introit and Gradual. Right after the Gradual, they sang Kenneth Kosche's lovely Bless God's Holy Name in two parts. The hymn of the day was amazing. After the congregation sang the first stanza of Wake, Awake, the school children belted out the same verse again AUF DEUTSCH. Maybe Im silly, but I'm thinking that those walls were happy to hear the old tongue again and many was the saint gathered in heaven who worshipped there at St. Paul's in the old days who beamed and sang along with! And just when it can't get any better...the homily. Pr. Clausing is preparing to serve in Kenya and he preached us the greatest homily ever. The images will stay with me: the overlap right before dawn when the light has appeared and yet the night hasn't gone, perfect image of the church living in the overlap of ages...how vital to stay awake when you're driving at night and not get comfortable, cozy, sleepy...The importance of us not getting too comfortable in this age, but staying awake and alert and how God does the job of keeping us awake and alert as we hear and heed His Word, above all the Word Jesus speaks to us: "for you, for the forgiveness of sins" for we are not destined to wrath but to inherit salvation with our Lord Jesus. It was just amazingly good and delivered with the manifest joy of a forgiven sinner. And when our souls were filled to the full, God in His usual way, gave us even more. Wachet Auf came back during the offering. Bach's "Sleepers Wake" with John doing the trumpet. It was long and I wished it had never ended. But then again, God had even more. We feasted at the Eucharist and the African hymn "When I Behold Jesus Christ" started us off, and then onto Johann Walther's "The Bridegroom Soon Shall Call Us" in that glorious Praetorius setting that virtually makes you dance for joy, especially when John is playing along with his trumpet and then up to the Norse lands for "Rejoice, Rejoice, Believers." All this while the body and blood of the Savior that took away our sins and promises us resurrection filled our mouths. After the thanksgiving and closing liturgy, we sang "The Day Is Surely Drawing Near" and then even MORE gifts. Bach's Fugue in G Major. I walked out smiling for joy and thinking how blessed Kenya will by the Clausings and how blessed we are at St. Paul's to have musicians and pastors determined to fill us with the very best and greatest gifts of our Lutheran heritage. Heart bursting for joy today! "Her star is risen, her light is come" indeed and therefore "will we eternally sing hymns of praise and joy to Thee."
21 November 2015
The first snowflakes of the season...
...a brisk walk in the cold, lots of time for reading and chatting, tasty leftovers, a roaring fire and a happy dog.
Life is good.
17 November 2015
LCMS Worship
has posted a couple links that may prove beneficial. They are very short table devotions, one for Thanksgiving Day and one for the season of Advent.
Here you go:
Thanksgiving Day:
Advent:
16 November 2015
Counting down the days...
...to a real vacation. Before I'm done work this week: four more radio shows for Thy Strong Word (Isaiah 11–14), two Issues Etc. shows (Hymn Study on Now Thank We and Issues 24 on John 4,5), a Bible Study for Life Ministry, devotion for Office of National Mission in our ongoing study of Revelation, a sermon on Wednesday on part II of the Athanasian Creed, and playing for service at IC on Thursday. But then a blessed week off with two weekends. Well, still playing at Trinity for both Sundays and singing in St. Paul's choir for Thanksgiving, but there will be many days with no obligations whatever. Can't wait. Earlier "time off" this year was spent working on the book Celebrating the Saints.
What a Treasure arrived in the mail today!
Matthew Carver (he of the Walther Hymnal and the Herberger goodies) shared with me his latest: Saints Maurice and Catherine DAILY LECTIONARY. That is, the complete set of office readings indicated in the Cantica sacra of the (Lutheran) Magdeburg Cathedral, 1613. The Cantica sacra is a work of some wonder, providing complete instructions for ALL the daily services (Offices and Mass) at the cathedral (Mass was every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday, but also any saint day or festival; the daily office was, well, DAILY). But the readings are only indicated in the work. Here, Matt has put them all together in a single volume, using the majestic language of the Authorized Version. Sunday nocturnes for Matins (Vigils), and then readings for each Lauds (Matins) and Vespers on week days, and propers for the saints days. If you put this volume together with the Brotherhood Prayer Book you have a complete and thoroughly Lutheran breviary. Matt points out how the readings largely fit with pre-Reformation schemes, but are expanded. The Apocrypha is not neglected. There are weekday readings in the later Trinity season for Judith, Tobit, and 1 & 2 Maccabees. It's a volume I recommend highly to anyone who wants to "let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly" and particularly to any who regularly use the Brotherhood Prayer Book.
http://www.lulu.com/shop/matthew-carver/daily-lectionary/paperback/product-22424845.html
10 November 2015
Dona Gratis Donata
Essays in Hono(u)r of Norman Nagel on the Occasion of His Nintieth Birthday. I'm privileged to have authored one of those. You can order it here.
07 November 2015
Sausage Supper
Years ago... the basement was filled with folks peeling and slicing apples to make homemade applesauce. David and Lauren and Bekah would use their little red wagon to haul them from the basement over to the kitchen in the school. Duane reminded me this morning of little David down there helping out. Not so little anymore.
Nowadays... still make our signature cranberry sauce (Louis and Duane's specialty), and Verna still fries the bacon to stir into the green beans. The sauerkraut is still made the same way, I think. But the set up is far, far simpler. It's a buffet line rather than a family style meal. Still, the vast array of homemade pies will wow and awe. Cindi's contribution:
This will be the first year in the refurbished gym. Looks so amazingly bigger with the lighter and brighter colors. And just as my little ones helped out once upon a time, so the youngsters were out in full force today. Shawn called them the future St. Paul Lutheran Sausage Supper Committee:
02 November 2015
Some sounds and sights from All Saints at the International Center
Homily for All Saints (Rev. 7; Matthew 5)
In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
All saints can be a bit awkward when we hear the name of someone we knew and loved mentioned and we think: saint? Well. Not really. I knew them. I lived with them. I’ll not forget my wife’s uncle’s funeral. The man up front jawed on quite a long time and gave such a glowing and amazing picture of Uncle Bill, that finally Aunt Jane leaned forward and whispered kind of loudly to my mother-in-law: Jo, I sure would have liked to have known THAT man! You see, all the family knew that Bill was rather cantankerous and to put it politely quite a handful. And so when my name is added to the list of those remembered on all saints, people who know me would definitely snort: if you think that man was a saint you obviously didn’t know him very well, especially when he was playing cards! And I suspect they’d think the same about everyone of you.
Ah, but today we remember these departed loved ones not as what Luther called “card board saints” but as real saints: that is, very real sinners who failed to love God with everything they had and who failed time and again to love their neighbors as themselves; as folks whose very real sins hurt and at times broke the hearts of those around them, and maybe whose hearts you broke a time or two. And YET. They have all been washed clean in the blood of the Lamb. Of the great multitude that surrounds the throne of God and the Lamb, not one is there because they lived their lives perfectly, or even reasonably well. Every last one is there because they washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb. Baptized into Him, who one is THE Saint in the sense of the perfect one, they have been forgiven and credited with a righteousness, a perfection, a holiness that is pure gift. That’s why they cry “salvation belongs to our God and to the Lamb.”
So as we remember loved ones today, we don’t have to pretend they were perfect. We don’t have to let death sanitize their memories. The blood of the Lamb has already done that. He’s forgiven them all their sins, even the sins that lurked in their good deeds. Just as He does for you and me. They after all knew that they were poor in spirit, they had nothing to give and everything to receive. And in Jesus, they did receive all. You will too. Amen.
In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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