Tuesday, November 27, 2012

First Sunday of Advent

Inside the Gospels 1986


In 1986 a number of fictional short shorts under the title Inside the Gospel was published in the hope of renewing interest in Christ's message. The stories that appear here follow the same format, exploring the emotions of people seeking the divine healer.  


There will be signs . . .

His best friend wasn’t like other doomsday prophets who gave people dates and times. The bite of his words was usually mitigated by a contrasting promise of hope. Looking around the unkempt crowd, Bart wondered at the sudden downturn of his leader’s preaching. Even the Pharisees avoided discussions of the world's.
He realized that people were eager for the words, as if they had a sense of justice only calamity could answer. Perhaps the miseries that had fallen upon them needed to end, and they looked forward to that end. All the cures in the world couldn’t take away the daily drudgery humanity was consigned to. These listeners hungered for some sign that would end the boredom.
Another fellow preaching in the Northern provinces had offered hope. That smooth talker promised a quick fix and talked about doomsday happening during Tiberius’ reign, the monarch who had oppressed them far too long. Folks had followed him to the caves to hide out from the coming destruction. Took their whole families, even their flocks. Bart figured they’d have to wait forever or until the authorities rousted them. 
Bart worried about his friend’s preaching. There was hardly any difference between it and the crazy fellow’s offerings. He too spoke of the lights going out and weird happenings in the sky. Bart wasn’t into astronomy, but he knew when the sun darkened or the moon turned orange, it wasn’t a good thing. He had seen people terrified by such events, and his prophet was talking of people dying of fright.
He nudged his partner Matt, “Did I miss something?”
Matt, looking confused mumbled, “Hey, we’re all in the same boat.”
“You’re a fisherman, too,” Bart quipped, trying to ease the tension?
Matt shushed him, “Listen; just Listen!
“Raise up your heads and stand erect,” said their leader over the heads of the crowd of the beggars. Then, as if speaking only to them Jesus added, "Your redemption is at hand.”

Luke 21:25-28

Friday, November 16, 2012

Cruising


If you’re a boat person (immigrant), you might wonder if cruising is something you want to get involved in. The answer is a resounding yes, provided the boat’s a modern stable monster like the Norwegian Epic pictured above. Not a touch of seasickness, and thank goodness, not a ripple on the Atlantic or was it the Gulf?
Our grand Caribbean cruise began with the usual airport glitches: little plastic bags of lotions, an oversized suitcase that almost had to be booked at cost, and baggage that went to Dallas instead of Miami, not to mention bare feet. (Lately, we hate to fly).
Thanks to friends, we had a buffet breakfast at their Miami hotel, a ride back to the airport to pick up the re-routed bags, and a shuttle to the cruise ship. She was a beauty, taller and longer than any other ships berthed beside her, but her days on the sea would have been boring were it not for the family of friends that shared the journey.

 
If you wonder why everyone on the ship dressed in white, the cruise captain had announced a “white” event. The real reason we dressed up, though, was for a wedding--the wedding of a favored “daughter” to take place on St Thomas. It's a three day journey at sea that gave us ample opportunity to explore the ship, join scheduled entertainment, or just laze around in our cabin with our towel pets.
 
Loosening the purse strings is easy when you’re on vacation. Booking costly shore excursions to St. Martin’s, also called St. Maarten on the Dutch half of the island, and then the Everglades was worth every penny, or should we say $$$? But the wedding on St. Thomas would take priority. The couple glowed with that rosey-eyed desire every couple in love wears. 
And . . There’s no better place to tie the knot than the beach, right?

 And so we beached . . .

and toured . . .
and beached some more.
Of course all good things must come to an end, but not before a final tour of the Everglades with its tropical birds . . .
and gators.