The Old Testament lesson at Morning Prayer this morning was the story of Jephthah and his vow to God, as told in the book of Judges.
Jephthah was a brave and mighty warrior.
He also made a foolish vow, but he was a man of principle; he followed through on that same vow and sacrificed his daughter in thanks for a victory in battle.
Jephthah’s story is a cautionary tale. Be careful what you say. Try to understand and comprehend consequences before you take action. Understand the law . . . and cause & effect. Think before you speak. As in Hamilton, Smile more, speak less.
This story was fodder for one of the most glorious laments ever penned by a composer.
In Webster Groves on Tuesday as I made a produce run.
That’s 5/22/02 expiration.
Shameful. And shame on the police for not catching this. I am so tired of scofflaws who don’t follow the same basics that allow our common lives to be filled with comity!
I learned last year that the second Sunday of August is Gay Uncles Day, or Guncles Day.
So, happy Guncles Day to me.
Photos of me being a gay uncle:
With Anna and Audrey McHale in Arrow Rock.
With Dule Hill after AFTER MIDNIGHT.
2000. A very young Anna at my doctoral hooding ceremony.
With nephew Blayne.
With my nephews Luke and Joseph last summer (2009), waiting for the Amtrak home.
1995. JC with Karen’s kids, Blayne and Kristen, at the Ringling Bros. circus at Kemper Arena.