Saturday, June 25, 2011



KINGS AND POPES, 
BISHOPS AND PRESIDENTS, 
GO OUT FOR ICE CREAM 
ON A COOL SUMMER 
EVENING IN JEANS 
AND A T-SHIRT



Quote for Today - June  25, 2011

"Religions, which condemn the pleasures of sense, drive men to seek the pleasures of power. Throughout history power has been the vice of the ascetic."

Bertrand Russell [1872-1970],  New York Herald-Tribune Magazine, May 6,  1938

Photo on Top: Bertrand Russell

Friday, June 24, 2011

FEAST OF THE BIRTH OF JOHN THE BAPTIST



THE KNITTER

She was a knitter.

She learned to knit by watching her mom - who was a knitter.

And her mom learned how to knit, by watching her mom knit, so the story goes - way back and back and beyond back into the hill countries of memory - as those who knit stories together will  tell you.

When she was pregnant with her first child - she, Elizabeth, knew he would be a boy. It was in the way he would suddenly jab her - kick her  - like boys do in the back of a cart together. They love to jab, push, kick each other - especially on long trips together - when going to visit the relatives.

All through the months she was kitting him in her womb - while she sat knitting blankets and coveralls for her son to be, she thought a thousand thoughts, she prayed a thousand prayers.

What to name him - when asked this pregnant woman question - she would say, "John."

Her husband Zechariah - tongue tied because he couldn't believe at their age - they could be pregnant - had written this down on a tablet for her to read.

Nobody believed her. "What do women know?"  - some women said.

Well,  that’s the name he received at his birth - "John!" even though their neighbors - as well as their relatives said, “Nobody in the family has ever had that name.”

So, Zechariah still tongue tied, grabbed a tablet once again and wrote boldly and clearly, once again, “His name is John.”

And John was his name….

And Zechariah's tongue was loosened ....

And his mom - while John  was crawling, growing, standing, beginning to speak, would watch him from the corner of her eye. While knitting in the heat of the day - she was knitting together in her imagination - stories and scenes - great deeds and powerful things this son of theirs - would accomplish in his life.

That was the promise. That was the hope. That was her delight in the dark of night.

And why not - she thought to herself: this is what Mary and I talked about when she visited me - when she and I were both surprised with our surprise pregnancies - what would become of our sons?

And Elizabeth, the knitter, was right. The thoughts she had when God was knitting her son in her womb came through - became true. Her son became a polished arrow. He knew what he wanted and went there directly every time - as if God was an archer and John was his arrow - and change and conversion, renewal and repentance was the target. He was a sword. And boy could he be sharp with his tongue because of his seriousness and his severity and his strictness.

And Elizabeth wondered and watched as he grew older, bolder, stronger and more direct, “What will become of this child who was knitted in my womb?”

Then the further thoughts? "What will become of Jesus? What will become of Mary - whom I praised that day way back when, 'Of all women you are the most blessed? Blessed is the fruit of your womb.'”

At that thought from way back,  Elizabeth smiled, because when she blessed Mary with that comment - John made a great “Amen” of approval with a good kick within her being. He caused her to drop her knitting needles and wool to the ground - and she embraced Mary, woman to woman, baby in the belly to baby in the belly. Amen.


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Painting on top: The Visitation - 1503 -
by Mariotto di Bigio di Bindo Albertino [1474-1515]
SEEING  
IS SOMETIMES 
BELIEVING



Quote for Today - June 24, 2011

"We saw the large white stars rise one by one,
                Or, from the darken'd glen
Saw God divide the night with flying flame,
                And thunder on the everlasting hills."

Alfred Lord Tennyson [1809-1892], A Dream of Fair Women, 1.  223

Thursday, June 23, 2011


LIGHTNING



Tonight: lightning, lightning, lightning,
zigzag bolts and jolts and volts
of electricity zapping, flashing,
crashing downwards, down towards the
ground, or clouds tasering clouds
above the Bay and out beyond that.
I’m watching in awe. I’m like the paparazzi,
taking picture after picture with my eyes
- flash, flash, flash, click, click, click.
I’m seeing fireworks. God! I’m seeing You,
God, in these great pictures of great power.
Then I ruin it all in a moment - with the
question: “God, why doesn’t this happen
in prayer? God, why don’t I feel your
presence like this in church?” Then came
the loud answer: thunder and a whole flow
and series of a dozen or more electric shocks,
shooting across the horizon - causing me
 to laugh, to say, to pray, "Okay, God,
I got it. Dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re
telling me, yes, you’re yelling to me,
'Take what you get it and enjoy it.
See what you see and savor it. Know
what you know when you know it.'"



© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2011
Photograph by Dan Mccauley
found on line.

FAILURES 




Quote for Today - June 23, 2011

"His failures are priceless experiences in that they not only open up to the way to deeper truth, but force him to change his views and methods."

Carl Jung [1875-1961] Modern Man In Search Of His Soul, 1933

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


DROPS AND DROPS OF RAIN


A summer storm is yelling and telling me
to “Quick! Look out your window.”
I look out through the black glass of night.
More! I open up my window to hear
the surround sound of falling rain
on our green, green garden below.
1,000,000,000 plus drops of rain
are pelting and pounding the plants
and not one of them is complaining.
Better: they are sticking their tongues out
to taste each drop, each gift of sky water,
like kids on a summer night licking ice cream.
Looking out my window, it's as if
I’m in a choir loft,  looking down
into the church of night in prayer.
The sky is giving; the earth is receiving.
Once more God is surprising us,
sprinkling us, playing with us,
baptizing us with 1,000,000 plus
drops and drops and drops of rain.
Surprise! I go downstairs and walk outside,
so I can get rebaptized in this church of rain.
Better: so I can stick my tongue out to taste
each drop of rain - to give thanks, eucharist,
to be in communion with our Giving God.



© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2011

The oil painting on top is entitled, "Rhythm of the Rain," by Francine Henderson.
FACT OR FICTION?





Quote for Today - June 22, 2011

"An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies, it reveals the writer totally."

V.S. Naipaul, Quoted Janet Hitchman, Such A Strange Lady