three things {3}

Another three things post, though I think this might be slightly more than three things. I’m catching up on last week, when I’d just gotten back from traveling and ended up working much of the day instead. So this week, I’m enjoying a slightly more relaxed pace for my Monday… and am glad to be back to the blog.

This morning started off with a puzzle and tea (and Opal, who enjoys sunbathing nearby). My dining room table has become a puzzle table, since it’s not as if it’s being used for large gatherings during COVIDtide. I haven’t done puzzles regularly for a while, but I’m finding they’re a really helpful, non-digital form of entertainment during a time when everything is digital. My next non-digital exploration will be getting back into a reading-for-pleasure rhythm… but probably only when I’ve finished watching all the Miss Marple series that exist on Britbox (Hickson down, halfway through McEwan… and now eying Les Petits Meurtres d’Agatha Christie on Acorn).

Two things I’m really loving at the moment: this gorgeous map from Lord of Maps that is part of my (very gradual) transformation of my living room walls. As a Tolkien aficionado, having a map of my favorite country done in that Middle Earth style is, quite frankly, the best. This cookbook from Hetty McKinnon, which is keeping my cooking life from being very dull indeed. I’m not vegetarian, but I do tend to eat like one, and I’ve recently run out of inspiration for coming up with interesting things to make on my own. So I’m committing to more cooking from recipes to broaden both my palate and kitchen knowledge. Today I’m embarking on the Maltese ricotta pie, along with a mazo ball soup from Smitten Kitchen.

Despite me having been gone for a week, and despite almost constant battle with the leaves descending from the trees above, the planter boxes have begun to move from tiny seedlings to larger leaves. The spinach has taken the worst of the leaf assault, but I’m pleased to say that the kale is looking quite beautiful. I really hate buying winter greens, even though I love eating them, so I’m hoping to keep these beds up for as long as a (mild?) NC winter may allow.

Keep Awake

Over the spring and summer, a series of morning prayer videos went viral, being shared thousands of times across the internet and social media sites by organizations and people of all religions and nationalities. Morning prayer, going viral! Each of these videos showed a fairly normal morning prayer, led by the Dean of Canterbury Cathedral in England, in a black cassock, seated outside in his garden with a tea tray. In one of them, a cat walks across the screen, and disappears into Dean Willis’ cassock, apparently hoping for a few pets or scratches. In another video, a second cat climbs up on the table and sits there in front of the tea tray. This cat, named Tiger, spends the next several minutes scooping milk out of the cream pitcher with his paw, and lapping it up.

As a cat lover myself, I think these videos are adorable. And as I watch these cats frolic around the screen, I realize that I’ve completely lost track of what Dean Willis is saying about the gospel, because I’m so focus on these mischievous interlopers. As soon as these cats enter the screen, I immediately acquire tunnel-vision, and am only really interested in seeing what the cat is going to do next.

It’s easy, isn’t it, to get sidelined by tunnel-vision? To be so distracted by one thing, and one thing only, no matter how cute, or good it might be, that we lose sight of everything else that’s going on, everything else that’s important.

And I want to suggest that this tunnel vision, this distraction, is what happens whenever we read this week’s gospel lesson. It’s a bit confusing, this week’s parable. Ten bridesmaids—five who were slightly more prepared than the others. Ten bridesmaids wait, for the bridegroom is delayed. We’re told that all of them sleep, and all of them wake when the shout comes that the bridegroom is returning. Five bridesmaids have more oil with which to replenish their lamps. Five bridesmaids request more, and are rebuffed by their friends, who tell them that there won’t be enough for everyone, that they’d better go buy more.

Five bridesmaids go to buy more oil, and while they’re doing this, the bridegroom suddenly returns, and takes the other five into the wedding feast. The five who have gone to buy oil then come back, and say wait, let us in too! And they are rebuffed: “I do not know you”. The parable ends with a confusing moral: to “keep awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour”.

Keep awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour. This is one of a series of rather apocalyptic parables found in Matthew and Luke, focusing on the coming of the kingdom of God, and more importantly, who will be a part of that coming kingdom. This is where you find the parable of the sheep and the goats, the wealthy landowner, and other stories that don’t always seem like good news, even when we can understand what they mean.

The ten bridesmaids’ division into being either wise or foolish seems to be based purely on whether they brought enough oil, or were wise enough to prepare for the delay of the bridegroom. And on the face of it, that seems to make sense. Except for this brief cautionary moral at the end: keep awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

Wait. Hold on a minute. In the parable, all the bridesmaids, both wise and foolish fell asleep. What about the oil? Shouldn’t the oil be part of the moral for this tale—it is, after all, the only distinction between the wise and foolish?

The oil. Everybody has an explanation of what it is. For Augustine, it is the oil of charity. For Epiphanius, it is the oil of compassion, of thinking about the future. And more than one Christian writer has expounded on the oil as a symbol of purity or virginity. All that is to say, is that there’s as many different interpretations of the oil as there are theologians.

Thinking about all of these different interpretations of the oil, this week, made me think about Tiger, our feline friend who captivated so the world’s attention when he strolled into a prayer livestream.

This is a parable about the Bridegroom’s return, and the bridesmaids waiting for him. As soon as the oil appears in the parable, we’re captivated by it. Just as we get tunnel-vision the moment that Tiger appears on-screen, we’re also prone to get a bit of tunnel-vision around the oil, as the key to interpreting this parable.

We can spend so much time wondering what it is, and why it made a difference, that we begin to loose track of we’re waiting at all. If we’re too focused on it, we wander off in search of more, like the foolish bridesmaids.

But in the end, it wasn’t really about the oil, was it?

The wise bridesmaids thought it was. So did the foolish—they ran off to get more, thinking that would be the thing to get them in the door. Through a lamp lit with oil, they would be seen, and known when the bridegroom finally, after years and years and years, made an appearance.

But the oil wasn’t it, was it? We want it to be the oil, yes.

We want it to be this leader, or that leader, or this power or principality, someone who will finally bring about justice and make our lives better. We want it to be the oil, because that will allow us to be certain. It will allow us to be certain that we’ve made the right decision. We can settle back into our complacency that the world is alright. That we don’t need a savior coming in upon the clouds, that we don’t need justice, true, true justice for the poor and the oppressed, the kind of justice that will never happen under any president, any king, any ruler. If we have the oil, we can forget that there’s supposed to be something more—a shout, a cry, a sudden light around the edges of the doorframe.

It wasn’t the oil, was it? The wise bridesmaids, they just got lucky. They didn’t need the oil, though it made the last few days, moments, years, more comfortable, more light-filled. But the Bridegroom didn’t know these bridesmaids by the oil. He didn’t know their faces better because lamp-light illuminated them. The Bridegroom didn’t need more light, because the light streaming out from the open doorway was plenty to see by, dazzling the eyes of those who had been waiting, and those who were still there when the Bridegroom came.

It wasn’t the oil, you see, but the waiting. It was the waiting, the waiting on the Repairer of the Breach, the Restorer of Streets to Dwell In. The Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory, the Alpha and the Omega.  

Perhaps this week more than ever, we’ve felt like we’re in a time of waiting, on high alert, when at every moment, there could be a change that changes our lives, or at least our national lives,. And just as the wait of this particular week in time is over, we as a church enter into a season where we reflect on what it means to wait for our whole lives, for our ancestors’ lives, for our children’s lives, for the coming of the kingdom of God.

In orthodox traditions, the season of Advent actually begins next week: forty days of Advent to match the forty days of Lent. Forty days of waiting to match forty days of penance. And although in the Western church we are not yet in Advent, not until November 29th, the readings for these next weeks feel different, somehow. They remind us that we are still waiting. Still hoping beyond all hope. Still waiting for the Bridegroom to appear, for the light around the doorframe to dissolve into a new sunrise. Thy Kingdom Come. We are waiting because there is so much more work to do. Because there are those who hunger, who weep. Because there are those who are homeless, are forgotten. Because there are those who need justice and love and mercy that no earthly leader or power or principality can ever give.

We keep working, and waiting for this justice, this image of a world made right, captured powerfully by the Victorian poet, Christina Rossetti

BEHOLD, the Bridegroom cometh: go ye out

With lighted lamps and garlands round about

To meet Him in a rapture with a shout.

It may be at the midnight, black as pitch,

Earth shall cast up her poor, cast up her rich.

It may be at the crowing of the cock

Earth shall upheave her depth, uproot her rock.

For lo, the Bridegroom fetcheth home the Bride:…

So keep awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

three things {2}

The weather has changed almost overnight, and I now find myself in need of warm things. I’ve already been on a soup-making binge this month, but I’m looking forward to pulling out sweaters, tea, and perhaps even lighting up the fireplace as November quickly approaches. I’m visiting friends this week, and the drive up north was stunning, as the trees moved from mostly-green to various shades of orange.

I’m grateful for letter-writing and tea this week. I’m still catching up on letters from the past few months–various ember cards from friends, a few new folks to write back to. But the feeling of sending, and receiving a letter in the mail makes a new address feel like home. Also, what’s not to love about an excuse to bust out ink pens and wax seals?
Anyone who has read this blog for a while, or knows me in real life, knows that I’ve always been fond of tea. I really can’t get into coffee, and I love both the regularity and variety that tea can offer. I normally start off the morning with Yorkshire black tea, but right now I’m really feeling the Jane Austen Blend from Gillards of Bath (currently out of stock), and this Ti Quan Yin Oolong from Harney and Sons.

As I said above, I’m off working remotely for the week, ironically right after I installed my new state license plates on my car. It seems weird to travel during COVID when I have my own home now, but it’s nice to have a mental break from unpacking/domestic responsibilities. I’ll be using some of this time to wrap up a concluding work commitment, and to begin planning for the next few months, beginning with reading C.S. Lewis’ Four Loves, and sketching out my sermon for Nov. 8th (post-election day sermon. no pressure, right?). I hope your week is as renewing as I anticipate mine will be.

three things {1}

1. A colleague found this blog the other day, since I tend to only use it as a conduit for posting sermons nowadays. I think she might have assumed I was still actively blogging. And when I realized that assumption, I realized that I missed actively blogging… and the slow descent into a winter in pandemic here in the US seems like a good time to write again. I’ve seen a couple other folks pick up blogging again in the last few months, after initially abandoning our teenage blogs for Instagram and undergrad and careers. Perhaps it’s time to resurrect our weird little blogging community, yes?

2. The windowsills of my house are the perfect place to start seeds, apparently. The majority of the windows are rather small, so some rooms lack the amount of daylight that I’d prefer (still sorting out lighting), but these plants are perfectly happy. An added bonus is the chance to reuse paper egg cartons. I’m always looking for ways to substitute for disposable plastic–my current project is to collect enough glass storage for my kitchen that I don’t have to use plastic tupperware at all. So far, it’s a success, thanks to several IKEA runs and gifted canning jars from relatives. (Admittedly, this project is easier in my case, where I’m largely building a kitchen from scratch, and don’t have large amounts of plastic food storage already at hand.)

3. I’m delighted to say that I finally live in a place where I can have my cat (Opal), who has been a long-time presence on this blog. Anyone following me on Instagram already knows this, as I’ve been probably posting too many photos on there. But if you really love cats and are on Instagram, you can follow her at opal_la_chatte. She’s 13-ish now, but is doing really well. We had a slight scare a few weeks ago about potential lymphoma, but all signs seem to indicate that it’s either very early or some other far more minor issue. Otherwise, she’s healthy and is obsessed with food, catnip mice, excursions outside to the deck, and copious amounts of attention. And I’m grateful for a furry companion in this new stage of life!