Abbey Views

It’s Christmas in Heaven
I have always been fascinated with what other people think Heavenis like.
It is intriguing that whenever artists try to represent Heaven, orwriters try to
describe it, or movies try to show it, Heaven usually comes across as rather
boring, the only attraction being that one is not suffering in Hell. While not
suffering in Hell has much to recommend it, one does hope that there’s more
to Heaven than sitting on clouds wearing white robes and playing small harps
for ever and ever!
Representations of Heaven in comedies are always entertaining. I
remember an episode of “The Simpsons” that has Marge imagining two
Heavens: one tor Protestants, and one for Catholics. Protestant Heaven is a
classy country club with people talking through their teeth. Catholic Heaven
involves a Hispanic party with Jesus being tossed up in the air with a blanket,
and then everyone breaks into a river dance. “Oh dear,” says theProtestant,
“it appears Jesus has gone native.”
A screamingly funny portrayal of Heaven comes towards the end of
“Monty Python’s Meaning of Life.” Here, Heaven is a giant Las Vegasstage
show, complete with chorus girls. The main singer is singing a song that
proclaims that everyday is Christmas in Heaven.
Because these are comedies, they reveal much about ourselves inparodying
our ideas of Heaven. Being human, our ideas of Heaven involve our
prejudices as much as they involve our faith. Let’s be honest: our ideas of
Heaven often are about who gets in, and who doesn’t. We should strive to be
better than that.
Generally speaking, I think it is safe to say that for most of us,Heaven is
an idealized version of life as we know it. I believe this is natural and
unavoidable. After all, this lite is what we know. And there is much to
recommend this way of thinking about Heaven. As Christians we believe God
created all that exists, and that it is redeemed and good. Therefore, what our
experience of life is can more often than not be our starting point when
thinking about Heaven.
An interesting phenomenon is what I think of as “The Grass isAlways
Greener on the Other Side of the Fence” phenomenon. That is, cultures that
are more rural tend to think of Heaven as a magnificent city, with streets
paved with gold and all that. Whereas cultures that are more urban will
generally conceive of Heaven as a pristine forest with friendly wildlife.Rightly
considered, both of these ideas can lead to intuitive insights as to what
Heaven may be like.
One of my favorite metaphors for Heaven goes something like this:
Heaven and Hell are identical. In Hell, everyone is seated at alavish banquet.
However, no one can eat anything because the silverware is so long that one
cannot use it to reach one’s mouth. Heaven is exactly the same thing. But
instead of trying to feed themselves, everyone uses the long silverware to teed
each other.
When it comes to me, I personally have two concepts of what Heavenis.
One is trivial, the other not so trivial. In my trivial version,Heaven is me at a
really good local coffee shop, drinking really good coffee and eating home-
made coconut cream pie for breakfast one day, pecan pie the next. Outside is
parked my cream-colored 1965 Rolls- Royce Silver Cloud III with a blue
interior. The music inside the coffee shop is always perfect.
In my not-so-trivial version of Heaven, Heaven is more a state ofbeing,
and is rather more abstract than physical. Simply put, Heaven is ultimately a
state of falling deeper and deeper in love with God and everyone else. And
this tailing deeper in love is never ending.
No one can definitely say what Heaven will be like. I would be sobold as
to assert that the only things we can count on is that we will be with God, or
perhaps it is God who will be with us. As Jesus said, “I am with youalways.”
And as the name Emmanuel is defined, “God with us.” Whatever the case
may be, as Lady Julian of Norwich has it, “All shall be well, and allmanner
of things shall be well.”
– Br.Martin
BenedictineMonk, St Gregory’s Abbey

Desiderata – [Not found in Old St. Paul’s Church]


Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
And remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
Be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
And listen to others,
Even to the dull and the ignorant;
They too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
They are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
You may become vain or bitter,
For always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
For the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
Many persons strive for high ideals,
And everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
It is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
Be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
No less than the trees and the stars;
You have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
Whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
In the noisy confusion of life,
Keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
It is still a beautify world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
By the way, Desiderata is Latin for “Things to be Desired.”

–written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s—

Spinning …Pelotonia 2009

“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.”

~Ernest Hemingway.

It is what it is ….

” … And I said, ‘Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.


I would flee to a far off place
and make my lodging in the wilderness.


I would hasten to escape
from the stormy wind and tempest.”


Psalm 55:7-9


With a 3 wt. fly rod and a few grey hackle flies

What Memories, Lazarus?

   
From the Light
To the fire…
From the fire
To the Light…

What did you
Bring back to
Share
With loved ones,
Lazarus…

What memories,
And what bonds
Did you break
To re-enter
Life…

What memories
Did you never,
Ever speak
About…
Can you tell us?

Should you
Tell us?

elysabeth faslund

Sheltering Places …

I have always been attracted to water …be it fountains or streams or oceans. Water has a “settling effect on me. I have come to enjoy the many facets of water as I experienced them. There is the cooling sensation, whether from the temperature of the water itself or the movement of air past and around the water there is the visual effects of water, the mirror of what is surrounding a containment of water. If I am fortunate to have polarizing lenses on my sunglasses, I can see down into the depths, to the very bottom of a pond or stream.  Water, at various times has a force, certainly the sounds of the braking waves of the ocean or the rush of the rapids as a stream or river cascades from one elevation to another. There is also an adventurous aspect of water. I remember as a youngster taking my fly rod, a few flies and walking along a river, out of site of familiar territory going deeper in quest of the special spot to cast a line. Hours would get lost and before you knew it darkness was approaching. Why was it the way back, the return trip seemed shorter than the outbound. And why is it I could never seem to retrace my steps and return to the exact same rock? In later years, I would drive to a stream and park within walking distance of the favorite spot. I has become very pleasant for me to wade out mid-stream … make a few casts and then change flies, pausing to listen to the wind, notice the sounds of the birds, see what hatch is coming off the water. All in all I may actually have spent more time looking and listening than trying to attract a fish. There is the serenity of a beach walk. Certainly in the mid-Atlantic coast the beaches are wide and flat…contrasted to the pacific coastline which is more rugged and allows for shorter periods of reflection. In these ocean areas, of course I am always aware of the magnitude of the sea waters. The shear force available, the environments below the surface about which we know very little, the weather effects on the surrounding land areas, and of course, a windy day at the coast clears the detritus in the head. 


Poetry, Prose