Ukulele
class went well again yesterday. We
learned that our “Recital Concert” will be on November 10th at
11:15. That gives us an hour for a
so-called “dress rehearsal” before friends and family start streaming in and
filling up the remaining seats. Yeah, I
agree. That’s probably just a tad
over-expectant. Nevertheless, we are
pretty amazing. I mean, for a bunch of
old coots who have little to no experience ever touching a ukulele before. I guess it could be a performance to remember
… one for the aged. Oops, I mean one for
the ages.
I’m
getting ready to head over to Grace Episcopal Church for the monthly Cops and
Clergy breakfast. It’s always fun to go
back to my roots. Grace is where I grew
up going to church. Which was pretty
convenient, seeing that we lived across the street. We have old home movies of us as little kids
running over for church. I have also
seen pictures of hundreds of people standing at the front doors. And speaking of pictures, the last time I was
there I saw a picture of Mom and Dad’s wedding hanging in their hallway. We go way back.
I
don’t remember much about our time there.
I do remember the massive bonfires we used to build in the street in
front of the church. That happened on
one of the church calendar holidays sometime after Christmas. Not sure which one. Apparently the church had permission from the
city for everyone to bring their old Christmas trees and toss them on the
pile. It made for a huge flame. The bonfire of all bonfires. I think that’s probably where I first learned
the term, “Festival of Light.” It has
certainly been my standard for every reference to Christmas lights or bonfires
since then. Of course in my current role
as fire department chaplain, I would never call for a return to such a
dangerous practice. Unless, of course a
few fire engines and fire fighters could pick up some overtime being there on
fire watch. Then that would change
everything. I’m pretty sure I would be
there. In an “official” role, of
course. Have to support those fine fire
fighters as they carry out their duties, you know …
Galatians
5:14 says, “The entire law is summed up
in a single command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
Father,
thank you for wacky fun times with ukulele playing and for pleasant
memories. Amen.
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