A psalm for this birthday.
1 I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up,
and did not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
and you have healed me.
3 O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol,
restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.
4 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones,
and give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment;
his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may linger for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,
“I shall never be moved.”
7 By your favor, O Lord,
you had established me as a strong mountain;
you hid your face;
I was dismayed.
8 To you, O Lord, I cried,
and to the Lord I made supplication:
9 “What profit is there in my death,
if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!
O Lord, be my helper!”
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing;
you have taken off my sackcloth
and clothed me with joy,
12 so that my soul may praise you and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America.
One of the most profound and beautiful windows at the National Cathedral is the ‘Space’ window.
WAMU ran an article about this window last week:
Sunday in D.C. Humid. Overcast until later afternoon.
Choral Eucharist at St. John’s Lafayette Square. Brunch of delicious crab cakes at Old Ebbett’s Grill. Long walk to National Building Museum and the Baltimore movie theatre exhibit. Shorter walk on over to Postal Museum and that incredible stamp collection. Such history there. Cross the street to Union Station and find some pastry. Metro back to Farragut North and then walk to hotel.
Nearly four miles of walking today, and nearly 12K steps. Weariness reigns. I’m staying in and watching futbol on Sunday evening. Mr. Lincoln can wait for tomorrow. (I’ve missed him my last two trips here, and really need to say hi this time.)
From the National Building Museum:
From the Postal Museum:
Detail of the cool ceiling tiles over the escalator.
Hungarian stamps honoring Kodaly.
Two of the oldest USA stamps in the collection:
Street views from near the Postal Museum:
1995. My first-ever trip to the UK. A postcard to my parents from the north of England, after being in Scotland for 36 hours.
My parents lived in Buenos Aires then.
After Webster University Commencement, I flew (literally) across the state to see my family, gathered in one place for the first time since my father’s funeral seventeen months ago.
All three of Richard & Marie’s children were there, along with the five grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. The occasion was a celebration of Luke’s 18 years, and his graduation from high school.
With my sisters.
Luke decided I needed some of his long hair.
Easter IV was celebrated at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church (AKA Smokey Mary’s), where I sat by and sang with Leona Schaefer, with my long-time acquaintance Geoffrey Wilcken at the organ, and my colleague Tony Maglione leading the choir. The liturgy was perfect!
With John and Leona Schaefer at coffee hour.
Writing, on the way home, with sunlight dappling the page through my south-facing window.
The morning light renews the sky.
Across the air the birds ignite
Like sparks to take this blaze of day
Through all the precincts of the night.
The fires of dawn refresh our eyes.
We watch the world grow wide and bright
And praise our newly risen Light.
The winter land receives the year.
Her smallest creatures rouse and cling
To swelling roots and buds that stir
The restless air to reel and ring!
The sounds of waking fill our ears.
We listen to the live earth sing
And praise our loving Source and Spring.
From Christ Church Cathedral, Saint Louis, on Easter Sunday 2019:
Through a window screen, and outside my home office window: a dogwood in full flower.
This week has brought tidings. News. Clarity.
Spring is in full bloom.
The day job is kicking my butt right now.
Christ the Lord is resurrected.
I know more of the path of my life now than I did four days ago.
Old friends have enlivened my days.
School is winding down, but not really.
Voice students are thriving.
Bedding plants are going in the ground on this Easter Sunday.
And all is well.
At the Easter Vigil, we were reminded of our baptismal vows.