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In the spirit of happy postings this week, I offer this story from NPR.

This one had me doubled over in tears and joy combined on Sunday morning.


Listen to the whole story!  It’s a moving eight minutes, and ultimately upflifting.

Shirley Collins

From All Things Considered this week, a most delightful interview with Shirley Collins, First Lady of English folk music.

You can read the transcript, but you will be well-rewarded by listening to the 8-minute interview with Ari Shapiro.


I smiled for hours after hearing this!

Once again

Once again, I’ve had two good cries before noon.  In fact, before 9 a.m.

The natal day started like this:

  • 6.30 a.m., mow the back yard, then trim the edges.  (I like order and lines.)
  • 7.15 a.m., start the coffee.
  • 7.24 a.m., leave for a breakfast pickup.  En route, well up and then burst forth in tears.
  • 7.45 a.m., collect my pre-ordered birthday breakfast at Southwest Diner.  YUM!
  • 8.45 a.m., read Morning Prayer.  Today is the Feast of William White, first Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church and architect of the governance of the denomination in which I am most at home.

This Storycorps entry on Morning Edition ripped me open this morning:


And the Collect for William White reminded me of how lacking and pitiful our national leadership is right now, and I just wept for a while:

O Lord, in a time of turmoil and confusion you raised up your servant William White, and endowed him with wisdom, patience, and a reconciling temper, that he might lead your Church into ways of stability and peace: Hear our prayer, and give us wise and faithful leaders, that through their ministry your people may be blessed and your will be done; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Can you imagine having a wise, patient leader with a reconciling temper?  How far we’ve come since President Obama.

NPR stories

I heard several heart-warming stories on NPR yesterday.

My day did not need to be brightened, but it was anyhow!

A Muslim love story:

Parable of the Piston:

Our new bishop:

Not a border

It’s an epidemic, this talk of borders.

And by borders, I mean state lines.

As a child, I was taught by a well-educated mother that a border is a dividing line separating countries, and a state line is a dividing line between the states in this frail union.  (Except the union wasn’t so frail then.)

When one traveled, as one did on holiday, one passed a sign saying “Illinois State Line” or “Wyoming State Line.”  No state put up a sign saying “Iowa Border.”

Border in history usually means a place where papers are checked, customs duties assessed, and passports are stamped.  We don’t do that (yet) internally in the United States of America.

So this note to NPR in particular: revise your scripts in this election season, and stop talking about being in Iowa and looking over the border to Illinois.  You are looking over the Mississippi River, ding-dongs, and that river happens to be a the state line at that point in the geography of this country.

Here endeth the rant.


Two NPR stories this morning

Two NPR stories this morning have moved me in different ways.

The first, to joy and delight:


The second, to anger:


Pompeo grows more and more intransigent as the interview goes on, but the coda reveals the truth of this oh-so-Christian man.