OMG

I had the distinct pleasure of having a "guest appearance" spot at UCC's spring musical, OMG! (Oh My God). It was an evening of theater music relating to spirituality and religion and it was very clever and filled with tons of talented young folks. Karen Robu (with whom I have produced the past four musicals at UCC) had asked me to return to sing "Bring Him Home" from Les Mis for the prayer section of OMG. It was fun to return to Wichita and see all my peeps. It's only been a month, but what a month! I love my new job and my new life down here in OKC. I really enjoy living in a bigger city (33rd largest market--Wichita was the 51st) and all of the opportunites afforded by such residency. I will always be a Jayhawk-Shocker-Moundbuilder-Wildcat, but can feel the allure of becoming a Sooner.

PAX

Paul

Lead Kindly Light

Dr. Robert Meyers introduced me to a beautiful hymn while at UCC. I always loved it--its haunting melody and powerful lyrics. It was the prelude at church today and I was once again reminded of its power. Here is the Wikipedia entry about the hymn followed by the first line of lyrics:

"Lead, Kindly Light" is a hymn with words written in 1833 by John Henry Newman and 4th verse by Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr.. The tune was written by John B. Dykes in 1865.

As a young priest, John Newman became sick while in Italy and was unable to travel for almost three weeks. In his own words:

Before starting from my inn, I sat down on my bed and began to sob bitterly. My servant, who had acted as my nurse, asked what ailed me. I could only answer, "I have a work to do in England." I was aching to get home, yet for want of a vessel I was kept at Palermo for three weeks. I began to visit the churches, and they calmed my impatience, though I did not attend any services. At last I got off in an orange boat, bound for Marseilles. We were becalmed for whole week in the Straits of Bonifacio, and it was there that I wrote the lines, Lead, Kindly Light, which have since become so well known.

Lead, Kindly Light was sung by a soloist on the RMS Titanic during a hymn-singing gathering led by Rev. Ernest C. Carter, shortly before the ocean liner struck an iceberg on April 14, 1912.^[1]

The first verse is:

Lead, Kindly Light

"Lead, Kindly Light, amidst th'encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me."

Opus the Penguin

One of my favorite cartoons of all time was Bloom County. Opus was (and still is) my hero. He rocks! To this day I still get a big smile out his philosophy.

Pausing on a Sunday

I often think of Sondheim's lyrics from Sunday in the Park with George--about pausing on a Sunday. The habit for the past few decades of my life has been to arrange my week around Sunday services. Prior to my service at University Congregational Church I was singing with College Hill UMC or attending other services in Wichita.

What I have found is that by basing my week upon a rhythm of celebration, prayer and reflection on Sunday, I can frame my week in a meaningful manner. That by joining the cycle of a church's calender--its celebrations and solemnities--its rituals and rites--its music and words, I actually am able to make my days mean more than I feel they otherwise might.

I confess that there are as many ways to know the divine as there are human minds capable of embracing the concept of a "God". I believe that those who choose to follow the teaching of the Buddha have found a path to the divine that works for them and their world. I have watched devout Muslims practice their peaceful faith in manners that make meaning for them and their world. And the same is true for any who choose a faith path to follow in this world--a religion to help them make meaning for their life.

Even the most dogmatic of fundamentalists have found a way that works for them (although I disagree with their desire to force ME to believe in THEIR path to the divine or the misguided concept that there is only ONE TRUE WAY to the divine). I even applaud those who do not have a faith journey--who choose to believe in mankind or another form of secular system. If it works for them--if it helps them make their journey through their life have meaning--I applaud it. I am especially proud of our new president for including people who choose to not follow a religion as part of America--because they are. It is time to get past Church/State arguments and let these two institutions work as they do best--separate and free.

For me--the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth have proven to be the best way to know the divine. And so I join with like-minded people in a beautiful building and enjoy their music and company and worship. I apply these teachings to my life in a manner that helps me make meaning out of a more and more complex world. I find comfort in the tradition, the ritual, the rhythm of Christian belief. And I will take from the other faith systems any teaching that helps make me a more peaceful, loving man. Anything less can not be divine--surely, it must be profane.

Peace!

Paul

My balcony, my bike and my life....

I am writing this sitting on my balcony outside my OKC apartment. I've never had a balcony before and I find that I enjoy it very much. I just watched a beautiful Oklahoma sunset (even though I still think our Kansas sunsets can't be matched) and am waiting to go to a movie with a new friend. Directly to my left is my ancient 10-speed bike that I have had since I was in my early 20s. I took my first OKC bike ride earlier and my legs are still reminding me that it has been far too long since I have ridden. (Mom, I rode through very populated residential areas and made sure I had loaded up on carbs!).

The apartment complex is not too busy tonight, a few folks wandering by with their laundry for the washers nearby. I splurged and found a local laundry that does bundle service (it is just up the street from my new dry cleaners) so I am ready for the week ahead. When I left Coe Drive I promised myself that I would NEVER do laundromats again and I have managed to keep this promise. I pay a little extra, but it's nice to not have to worry about laundry.

Tomorrow morning I will return to Mayflower Church and hopefully won't have to leave before the sermon as I had to last week (my cough returned!). I have come to the conclusion that whoever had this apartment prior to me had CATS--and LOTS OF THEM. Anyway, as my titer is rising, my cough is decreasing.

The first stars of the night are coming out and I am thinking of Josh and Channa on vacation in the Philippines.....remembering the lovely balcony of their Izmir apartment that over-looked the Turkish countryside. I am thinking of Pokey and her girls playing around their new house. I am thinking of Val and all of her family in Wichita, busy with their Saturday night. I am thinking my Mother and Step-father in Derby. And I am thinking of my tribe--all of the people whom I love and who love me in return.

I feel a wonderful sense of calm returning to my life after the tumult and disorder of my move down here.

This place feels right.

I am where I am supposed to be.

And that is such a wonderful feeling.

PAX

Paul

My New Job

I am REALLY glad I took this chance. I feel this is a great place for me to be at this time in my life. Woohoo!

Pax!

Paul