Sunday, January 30, 2011

This Wednesday

A service in memory of

Jean Helen Collopy Gault

Wednesday, February 2, 2011
2:00 p.m.

Faith Episcopal Church
2200 Country Club Drive
Cameron Park, California 95682


Give rest, O Christ, to your servant with your saints,
where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing,
but life everlasting.

~Book of Common Prayer~

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Rest in peace, Mama



Jean Helen Collopy Gault
1-15-27 to 1-29-11

Depart, O Christian soul, out of this world;
In the Name of God the Father Almighty who created you;
In the Name of Jesus Christ who redeemed you;
In the Name of the Holy Spirit who sanctifies you.
May your rest be this day in peace,
and your dwelling place in the Paradise of God.
 
 


Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Jean.  Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming.  Receive her into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.  Amen.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Glimpses of beauty

Sometimes my random thoughts take me right where I need to be. 
 
Donna posted this today, a quote from a favorite book:
 
The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.”


—A Wrinkle in Time


which reminded me of this quote from Return of the King:

"The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot. Far above the Ephel Duath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach."


which I found on my own blog here.  And there I read my own words, coming back to minister to my heart this morning:


My friends, may you know that these days of shadow are only fleeting. May you have a glimpse of the beauty that is far beyond the reach of any shadow, and may you know the Bright Morning Star, and His never-ending love for you, amidst the dreary and the devastating.

Yes.

Looking for glimpses of beauty today.  I am sure they are there.

The Friday Clive

"There are, no doubt, passages in the New Testament which may seem at first sight to promise an invariable granting of our prayers. But that cannot be what they really mean. For in the very heart of the story we meet a glaring instance to the contrary. In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is recommended to us as a sort of infallible gimmick may be dismissed."

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Gifts of grace on a hard day

~ I woke with a start this morning, realizing that Mom had not been awake in the night.  That was unexpected!  Sleep was something I figured I would have to do without for a while.
 
~  The hospice nurse came to get us oriented to all they will do and all we will do.  As the car pulled in the driveway I realized it was the sister of a dear friend, and her kind and calm manner made all of us relax.
 
~  I picked up a message on the phone this afternoon, and it was Mom's friend Rosemary.  She said she was bringing food (note that she did not ask...that works for me.)  She brought not only food but good cheer and words of love for Mom.  She also reminded me that Mom's church will provide meals and support for us.  Wow.  It's good to be in the Body of Christ.
 
 
Gifts of grace on a hard day.
 
Thank You.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Soundtrack for today

Duets
I am still learning about my mother. When I asked what she wanted to listen to today, she wanted to hear a Barbra Streisand duet CD.

Okay.

Enter iTunes and we have Barbra and Frank Sinatra and Neil Diamond and more keeping us company at Mom's.




Duets


Music I will always remember.



Morning mercies

The view out my window this morning


You have moved my soul far from peace; 
I have forgotten prosperity. 
And I said, “My strength and my hope 
Have perished from the LORD.”         
Remember my affliction and roaming, 
The wormwood and the gall. 


My soul still remembers
And sinks within me.


This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
 

They are new every morning;
 

Great is Your faithfulness.
“ The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“ Therefore I hope in Him!”

Lamentations 3:17-24

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

From Sunday at 11:45 p.m.


My bookmark is once again a napkin from the hospital cafe, and Mom is sleeping in the ICU tonight. The afternoon was spent in the ER, and the news from an ultrasound was not good. Her cancer has spread. Mom's desire is for comfort, not aggressive treatment, and tomorrow we will figure out exactly what that means.

For now I sit in a dark kitchen, no one else awake in the house. All I can do is breathe in and out, believing that courage and strength will come in the morning.

Lord have mercy.



This morning

At that point on Sunday night the phone rang. The hospital wanted me to know that my mom's heart was struggling, and they suggested I come in. It was a long night, but she pulled through. Yesterday she had a procedure that turned out to be "an aggressive measure"...it always has its risks, but with her heart being so weak, they thought it was a 75% chance that she would not survive anesthesia. She survived.

But the cancer has spread and has caused them to not be able to open up the duct fully. Our hope yesterday was to clear enough infection to bring her home with comfort, and for my sister's son to be able to see her.   I will find out soon if that is the case.

When Mom said yes to the procedure that the anesthesiologist thought would result in death, she looked at me (scared and showing it) and said:  Jesus is Lord.  Now, this is not normal Mom verbage.  She has deep faith, and she keeps her deep faith pretty deep most of the time.  But I am certain that my mother was not thinking of her own mortality at that moment, but about ME and how that mortality would effect me.  She wanted me to remember that He is Lord over my life and all that happens to me.  What my mother has taught me about loving was beautifully exhibited at that moment of life and death:  It is not about me.  It is not about circumstances.  It is not about statistics.  It is about loving others.

We're hoping for a few more weeks of loving each other, and we sure would appreciate your prayers.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Look for it


Learning to Write:  A Conversation with Susan Wise Bauer 
by Diane Wheeler (yep, that's me!)

Look for it in the Winter 2011 issue of The Old Schoolhouse Magazine.

Current reading list

It's been a long time since I have listed what books are in various stages of being read around the house.   We're loving our current piles!



Strangers and Sojourners by Michael O'Brien
Tens Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child by Anthony Esolen (maybe I can actually catch up and join the book club at Cindy's place.)
The Jesus Prayer: The Ancient Desert Prayer That Tunes The Heart to God by Frederica Mathewes-Green
The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien (the current read-aloud)





New and Collected Poems of Czeslaw Milosz
Refractions: A Journey of Faith, Art and Culture by Makoto Fujimura
Life's Living toward Dying by Vigen Guroian
Defenders of the Faith: Christianity and Islam Battle for the Soul of Europe, 1520-1536 by James Reston, Jr.




Deep Exegesis by Peter Leithart
Defending Constantine by Peter Leithart

Friday, January 21, 2011

Unlikely places

"But where shall I find courage?" asked Frodo.  "That is what I chiefly need."

"Courage is found in unlikely places," said Gildor.  "Be of good hope!"

Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter 3




Courage found me this week over a cup of coffee with a good friend, 

in long hours of sleep in a cozy bed...




and in the surprise of sunlight illuminating the paperwhites.
 



 Just when I thought courage was out of reach, it was here.
 

The Friday Clive

"...The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.' Infinitely various are the levels from which we pray. Emotional intensity is in itself no proof of spiritual depth. If we pray in terror we shall pray earnestly; it only proves that terror is an earnest emotion. Only God Himself can let the bucket down to the depths in us. And, on the other side, He must constantly work as the iconoclast. Every idea of Him we form, He must in mercy shatter. The most blessed result of prayer would be to rise thinking 'But I never knew before, I never dreamed..." I suppose it was at such a moment that Thomas Aquinas said of all his own theology, "It reminds me of straw.'"

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Birthday flowers




I am not a fan of texting. At all.

But when I am preparing to watch my son debate...
far away in Irvine...
and it is my mother's birthday...
and I receive a text from both my husband and oldest son asking if Mom likes flowers...
and what colors?

Well, texting at that moment was perfect.

Thanks, guys. The flowers are perfect, too.

And then she turned 84




As many of you know, in June of 2009 my mother was diagnosed with bile duct cancer and given four to six months to live.

This last weekend she turned eighty-four.

Can I say that again? This last weekend she turned EIGHTY-FOUR!

Love you, Mama, and give thanks for each day of life we share together.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Why debate?



It is debate and speech season again, and we are currently recovering from our first tournament of the year.  In other words: we are exhausted, sick of eating out and wondering if the pile of stuff from the van might magically put itself away.  These are the days when it would be tempting to ask derisively, "Why bother?  It costs a lot of money, it takes so much time, you are soooo tired.  Is it worth it?"  

As someone with limited finances and much more limited energy, I can answer that with a resounding YES. It is very much worth it.






Where do I begin?  STOA is the name of the debate league, and the level of competition is high.  There are months of preparation before the first tournament, including research of the topic (this year's topic is U.S. foreign policy toward Russia), in-club practice debating and inter-club practice tournaments.  After all of the work, success is not easy.  Winning is never a guarantee.




So if you don't win, is it worth it?  Again, I say yes.  Only one team will get first place, only a few teams will be on the stage at the end.  If it was all about winning, it would only be worth it for a few people.  There were 234 team policy debaters at this recent tournament, which means there were 117 teams.  Participants were able to debate six times in the preliminary rounds, three negative rounds and three affirmative rounds.  Every negative round teaches students about different cases and methods of argumentation; every affirmative round helps teams find the holes in their case in order to tighten it up for the future.  Learning happens at every step for every team, not just the winners.  And learning is worth it.

And it is not just learning about specific cases.  I have watched my two older sons through three years of debating, and now I continue to watch Rex in his fourth year.  They have worked through beginning jitters, experienced wretched losses, worked to be good partners, lost (and found) debate bags, made new friendships, enjoyed brilliant wins, and spent hours traveling hundreds of miles up and down California.  They have learned to argue, analyze, translate and deliver arguments to judges who know far more than they do, far less than they do, and everything in between. They have won rounds they thought they lost, lost rounds they are SURE they won, and learned to manage the feelings that come with winning and losing.  


 


Like life, the debate world can seem unfair, biased, subjective and disappointing.  A student can work hard, deliver well, and still lose.   Judges can totally misunderstand things, or ignore what seems obvious to debaters or the audience.  But I have sat in enough basketball gyms to know that debate is not the only world with questionable calls. And I think good things happen in the character of a person who jumps in to the swirl, knowing that it is not all about how well they do.  There are things outside of their control, and they have to learn to simply do their best and live with the results.  Can we all agree that this is good preparation for life in the real world?




I was able to watch two of Rex's rounds at this last tournament.  Four years ago he was practice debating his brother on the upstairs deck, working hard to remember all the new jargon and rules.  What a difference a few years make.  It was a pleasure to hear Rex explain, argue, defend and clarify points.  I loved seeing him work with his brilliant partner, cross-examine opponents and be a gentleman through it all.  I am a very proud mother.

Debate has allowed my sons to learn much more than speaking and argumentation skills.  As I pay the dry cleaners, or go to sleep at 8:00 due to fatigue, or fill up the van with gas (again) to get to a tournament, I remind myself that this crazy life that we have chosen to participate is worth its weight in gold for the preparation it has provided.  Win or lose, it is worth it.


Photography credit:  The talented and hospitable Susan Keller who blogs at Short on Words.  Thanks for everything, Susan.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Friday, January 07, 2011

The Friday Clive


"Take not, oh Lord, our literal sense. Lord, in Thy great,
Unbroken speech our limping metaphor translate."



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