Friday, December 31, 2021
Big step forward
Thursday, December 30, 2021
A very pleasant journey
If for some reason you don't know about Journey, do yourself a favor and go to youtube or your favorite platform, and listen. I know you will be pleased.
It's not just the music though. There is a whole lot more. Sometimes when someone is famous, they become puffed up and conceited, but these guys seem to be so very kind and down-to-earth. I was looking recently at comments from lead singer Arnel Pineda talking about spreading the love. Oh my! We do indeed need more of that. I've actually written about Arnel here in the past, and I have a feeling I will write more in the future. He's one-of-a-kind.
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
End of Year Donations
Monday, December 27, 2021
Your own person of the year
Sunday, December 26, 2021
Habari Gani?
Saturday, December 25, 2021
Mother's Letter to Her Gay Son
My dear Jacob,
As I was going through a box of keepsakes, I came across a Christmas list you had written when you were a young boy. On the list were things we could easily find in stores, and I always enjoyed finding them for you, wrapping them up and putting them under our tree. You were always so appreciative and opened them with great joy. The joy Papa and I felt was even greater.
There is only one gift I want to give you this year. I have wanted to give it to you for many years. I have tried in every way possible to find a way to give it to you. It would bring me the greatest joy of all.
How do I give you equality? How do I give you back the years you have missed "not being equal" in this world?
Your high school and college years should have been ones where you dated and went to proms and dances with someone you were attracted to and wanted to spend time with as a couple. You should not have had to spend those years working for your equality. You should not have had to defend your dignity. You should not have had to miss out on the simple pleasures of a young teen and a young adult.
There is no way I can give you back those years, those times when you should have been having fun, enjoying life, and growing from those experiences. You had a passion for justice even as a child.
I remember when you were 4 and refused to eat supper until I had actually written the check for Save the Children. You were the watchdog in your kindergarten classroom after you felt your teacher was wrong to rip up a child's painting in front of the class in her effort to teach them to write their names on their papers. On that day you spoke truth to power so eloquently as you confronted your teacher after school.
As soon as you came out to us, you wanted to start a gay/straight alliance at your high school. We worried for your safety, but even more for the isolation it might have brought as you worked to make it happen. You reached out to students, teachers, and the administration and created your school's first gay/straight alliance.
When you were in college and heard that there were students being kicked out of colleges simply because they were gay, you founded another organization to confront that terrible wrong. Each of those times you taught me to take action and not be silent in the face of injustice. You have led me, and you have taught me throughout your life. Maybe that is why it is so hard for me to face Christmas each year and not be able to wrap up the one gift I most want to give you.
As a mother, it is such a part of my being to want to nurture and love my children. It is the mother in me that wants to protect and provide for you. It is the mother in me that is hurting so much when I am helpless in being able to give you the one gift, I have wanted to give you since the day you told us you were gay.
I want to give you equality. I want to wrap it up in a beautiful box, and I want to put it under our tree right now. I want to see you open it on Christmas Eve and with great joy live with it all your days.
I love you,
Mama
Friday, December 24, 2021
Oh Night Divine
O hear the Angels voices.
O night divine
O night when Christ as born
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Happy Holidays!
The way I celebrate Christmas is very traditional and it seems fewer and fewer people celebrate that way, but that's okay. I suppose that's one reason I like hearing "Happy Holidays!" There are a number of holidays at this time of year, and folks celebrate in different ways.
I don't start listening to Christmas music at the beginning of December, even though some people do and I don't put up a Christmas tree before Thanksgiving, but I do put one up. Many people will be taking down there tree tomorrow or the next day, but not me. I'll be decorating tomorrow night, and those decorations will stay up until the sixth of January. Different customs. Different ways of celebrating. I'm no Scrooge though. I love Christmas.
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
food for everyone
Sunday, December 19, 2021
can you spare some food?
Wednesday, December 1, 2021
what can we do about AIDS?
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Five
Each day I easily think of many more than five and have to actually move away to other thoughts. There are just so many blessings in my life, including friends, family, things done, foods eaten, words heard or read, things seen, places visited, and so much more.
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Sadness at a time of joy
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
'Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving
Saturday, November 20, 2021
Remembering our trans sisters and brothers
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
The Ripple Effect
Saturday, November 13, 2021
Pioneer in Computers
This morning I was going to write about why there needs to be equality for our trans sisters and brothers. I was going to write here about ending the hate and ending the violence. All of that is certainly important, and I implore you to open your hearts and treat all people like people. It's really that simple.
Thursday, November 11, 2021
They who served
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
always giving
Sunday, October 31, 2021
Different kind of Halloween
Saturday, October 30, 2021
The Triduum of Allhallowtide
Friday, October 29, 2021
suggested subjects
Monday, October 18, 2021
The Death of Colin Powell
Sunday, October 10, 2021
the high cost of cyberbullying
Saturday, September 11, 2021
Remembering
On Friday, September 14, the day of national mourning, I knew my place was here in New York with those who were courageously struggling with the aftermath of the hideous events of the previous Tuesday. A police van picked me up at the Church Center and transported me through checkpoints to the Seaman's Church Institute within the restricted area where police, firefighters, National Guard, rescue workers and Con Edison technicians were being cared for with food, fresh changes of clothing, and words of thanks and encouragement from tireless volunteers.
In the midst of the chaos I was asked to celebrate the Eucharist. It was Holy Cross Day, and how appropriate and right it was that our mourning and grief be rooted and grounded in the mystery of the cross. St. Paul speaks of sharing the sufferings of Christ. I thought that every act of violence, and all that it produces, is an instance of Christ's own suffering with and on behalf of those he came to reconcile to one another through the cross.
In the Gospel reading for the day, we hear Jesus proclaim: "When I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all people to myself." The cross is Jesus' facing into all the subtle and obvious forces of evil the divide the human family, drawing us all to himself in order that we might be transformed and live in new patterns of relationship: patterns which are grounded in the awareness that - at the heart of all differences of language, race, culture and ways of believing and naming God - we are profoundly one in the mind and heart of our Creator. That this terrible act of terrorism has provoked blind and indiscriminate blame directed against our Moslem and Arab neighbors is to allow the evil we are suffering to catch us up in its ongoing destructive force, and make us its victim in yet another way.
After the Eucharist, Phoebe and I were taken through more checkpoints to "Ground Zero." This close to the impact, gray ash lay everywhere and coated the silent and abandoned buildings, among them St. Paul's Chapel where George Washington worshiped. Outside the church the American and Episcopal Church flags, stained and torn, fluttered at half-mast. An ancient tree had been uprooted and its branches rested on the gravestones. The building was intact, but the churchyard was thick with ash and debris and thousands of bits of paper. The iron gate was ajar. I pushed it open and climbed the littered and ash covered steps to the open door of the church. In an eerie way, everything seemed to be in order, except for the covering of dust. I found myself in tears. Here, at the heart of all the chaos and destruction was a place of solace and prayer.
The sacristy door stood open. I went in and found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote "I have been here and you have my prayers and my love. Frank Griswold, Presiding Bishop." I turned to leave and just then the priest arrived. "I'm here and the church is open," he said. What more could one ask for at a time like this than the ministry of presence.
As we left, I looked up at the crucifix above the altar and had the sense that the extended arms could receive and embrace all the madness and hatred and destruction and suffering that lay close by and in all the places in our fragile world where violence and death and innocent suffering are a daily reality. Somehow this terrible event has joined us in solidarity with the suffering of the world.
That evening I took part in a service at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. At the end of the service, the congregation with lighted candles in hand followed us out onto the cathedral steps where people, instead of dispersing into the evening, drew close to one another, still holding on to their candles. Passersby joined them, some stopping to buy candles in nearby shops.
Spontaneous singing began…"We shall overcome…." I thought of the overwhelming generosity of spirit that had flowed through the day. I thought of the selfless volunteers and their eagerness to be useful; the many workers and their gratitude; the congregation bound together in mutual support. I was seeing evil overcome by good which is the only way in which our world can be healed. I was also seeing our church in action and prayer and hospitality mediate the real presence of Christ.
How grateful I am for our Episcopal household and for its clear witness at this time. The days ahead will be difficult and demanding for us all, and I pray that we will be able to live them with the courage and strength that are ours in the risen Christ.
+Frank T. Griswold
XXV Presiding Bishop and Primate
The Episcopal Church, USA
Monday, August 23, 2021
Before you donate
10. Have I ever given to this organization before?
9. How does the charity acknowledge my donation?
8. Is this charity local or does it stretch beyond my town?
7. Do any of my friends or relatives donate to this cause?
6. Are the employees/officers of this charity paid inflated salaries?
5. How much of my money goes directly to those in need?
4. Do I feel strongly about this cause?
3. Are my actions/donations really helping?
2. How can I help, beyond making this donation?
And the number one question you should ask yourself before donating:
1. Is the charity reputable?
Thursday, August 19, 2021
We could have stopped it
Sunday, August 15, 2021
Earthquake in Haiti
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Words to live by
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
Nursing Hero
Now I don't write about private parties here because everyone deserves their privacy, but I have to tell you about this guy. I've told him before how inspiring he is, and that would be an understatement. As I said, he's a nurse, and he works twelve hour hospital shifts. That's not all though. He has two jobs, full time student, and is working on an upcoming project. Oh and he's also a fitness trainer. I'm really not sure where he finds the time!
I don't know him well, and haven't known him for a long time, which also makes me sing his praises after he checked on my well-being after hearing I had just had another health issue. This guy doesn't just go through the motions, he cares.
If his actions weren't encouraging enough, he also encourages with his words. "The hardest thing to do is not allow the negative to influence your day." That's something he recently said. He also said "a great attitude becomes a great mood, and that great mood becomes a great day!" Indeed.
Someday you will know him. Someday people everywhere, even those in the highest places, will speak his name. He isn't looking for fame though. He's just being a natural hero. The world needs more like this guy and I'm so glad he came our way!
Monday, August 9, 2021
So you want to change the world, huh?
Now we are in the midst of a worldwide pandemic and most folks are focused on that, but there is more going on of course. All the things we cared about last December, we should still care about. That hasn't changed. We have an election coming up in just about five months, and that is very important. I still want to make this a better world, but it's not a one-person job.
Monday, July 26, 2021
Kindness
Friday, July 23, 2021
A Day In The Life
First, I want to say that I don't know Josh at all, and my only information about him is what he has shared publicly on social media. He inspires me though. We need to be inspired these days! Cancer sucks. I am sure we can all agree on that. This guy though is not only fighting his own battle, he is also encouraging others and I think that's pretty remarkable. He has a youtube channel and at the beginning of his cancer fight he recorded a video called “Day in the Life of a Teen with Cancer.”
Sunday, July 18, 2021
being healthy
Friday, July 16, 2021
The Gay Gene
How far have we come since the 1993 report I mentioned? Not far enough I'm afraid. There are still those who would like to find a gay gene and use it to insure that there never be another gay person born, I'm curious though about what YOU think. Let me hear from you.