Black Irish & Ancestry.

 
This looks like will be a good film, check out the trailer:
 
 
My own Irish ancestry makes me interested in these kinds of things. My great-grandparents on my mum’s side – Frank & Mary McCarty emmigrated from County Tipperary, Ireland in the early 1900’s and settled in Lucan, Ontario, the town infamous for the massacre of the Donnelly family who emigrated to Lucan from the same county about 50 years earlier. Wikipedia has a good article about them here:
 
 
Another set of ancestors, William &  Mary Cantelon (previously de Cantillon, de Cantalupe) emigrated to Clinton, Ontario about 1840 from County Limerick/Tipperary area, Ireland (which may explain something about our sense of humour). Our family history is Irish for several centuries to about 1300 AD when is switches to England for a couple of hundred years and then around 1000 AD goes to Normandy in France. From that point the family is basically European centric for a while. In fact you can go from son to father to grandfather all the way back to Dilulius I Of Cimmeria king of Cimmerians around 650 BC (although any family histories that go further back than 1500 AD are kind of sketchy due to poor records etc).
 
All that to say the movie looks good and knowing your ancestry can spur interest in all sorts of things. 

Unborn in the USA

 
I am probably reasonably insane for broaching the subject of abortion here in my blog but I have a vested interest and a fools-rush-in persona so here goes. A couple of good reviews about a new documentary which I just added to my wishlist.
 
 
 
 

In Flanders Fields

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

Echo Back

 
a man sent an echo
out into the unknown
 
"good riddance and begone"
he said
 
and there it went
away, away, away
into the great blank black
 
so gone so good
 
but then
time past away
long song ended
and tuneless came back
the empty echo
 
bringing shadows
stretched across and around
memory-choked
old graven image
 
"tell me who you are?"
 
everything brilliant
and
everything evil
and
nothing at all
all at once
 
salt and blood
drought and flood
broken heart
washed in mud
gone but gone
so gone so good
 
and back again
my echo stood
 
 

Stuff Stolen etc…

 
I was reading a friend’s blog (http://qaz1.bannerland.org/wordpress/) and found this article about J.K. Rowling posted there so I promptly stole the link. Check it out:
 
 
In other news I have completed Guitar Hero II on medium. This may not be a great feat for some of you but for this old guy it’s pretty major. Our youth hayrides have both been post-poned till next week. Hopefully the weather will improve by then.
 
I know I am forgetting stuff but that’s all for now.

Wating for God

 
Samuel Beckett wrote a play entitled Waiting for Godot. This is an interesting play in which two men (Lucky and Estragon) spend a great deal of time waiting along the side of the rode for a character called Godot…Godot never arrives. Many have interpreted this play to be atheistic and an attempt by Beckett to ridicule religion and theism. Beckett himself however never liked such an interpretation and actively spoke against it. Be that as it may, Godot is an interesting study in character and in many ways reflects a human tendancy to allow ourselves to become immobilized with expectation.
 
Take prayer for example. I often wonder how my prayers may in fact be exercises in immobilization. How often do I pray to God for the very thing which He Himself has already asked of me (part of His church, the Body of Christ) to accomplish by His strength and on His behalf through the Spirit He has given to me? When I do this do I then become like Lucky and Estragon waiting on God and in the mean time keeping myself busy in ridiculous ways?
 
What do I mean by all of this? Well –
 
– How often do I find myself praying for the sick and asking God to bring healing and strength (which surely I must) and then forget that my own ministering presence has already been asked for by God?
 
– How often do I pray that God would comfort the shut-in or prisoner and fail to recognize that He has already asked me to do this?
 
– How often do I find myself praying that God would provide for the poor when He has already asked me to do this?
 
– How often have I asked God to go into the world and work in the lives of the nonbeliever when He has already asked me to do this?
 
– How often have I asked God to draw near to me when He has already asked me to draw near to Him?
 
Then, after prayer, I will sit and wait and wait and wait wondering at times if God will ever come…immobilized with expectation.
 
A verse seems appropriate to all of this –
 
‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ "Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ "The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

Matthew 25:34-40
Postscript: Later in the day I was finishing up Jr. Youth night planning when I came across the following prayer attributed to St. Francis of Assisi. In light of the above thoughts I think it is an appropriate addition.
 
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

Dog

 
What?
(the dog had come to visit)
"do you feel unloved?"
(nothing – she just stares)
"well get over it"
(tail starts wagging with expectation)
"you’re ridiculous – how can this be enough for you?"
(she doesn’t answer just sits there stupid and happy)
 
How can something so lame be so admirable?
Who’s the ridiculous one now?

Halo 3

 
I finished Halo 3. Great game. Great series. Great ending…
 
"Wake me if you need me."

Darkness is an unlit wick

 
Darkness is an unlit wick
A simple spark would vanquish it
Truly I could burst to flame
Every time you call my name
Do I do for you the same?
 
In our ever-present need of Thee
Grant we fathom peace
Fashion instruments of souls set free
For don’t the caged ones weep?
God is like a honeybee
Penetrates the soul of me
Truly draws the sweetness in
Nectar of the meek ones is
He in me and I in Him
In our ever-present need of Thee
Grant we fathom peace
Fashion instruments of souls set free
For don’t the caged ones weep?
 
Sometimes sober, sometimes bliss
Every union knows of this
I have stood here in His rain
Bear the marks of fertile plains
Swelling streams & swollen grain
 
In our ever-present need of Thee
Grant we fathom peace
Fashion instruments of souls set free
For don’t the caged ones weep?
 
So will I console the fog
Of cheerless creatures great & small
What of sadness can endure
When love divine makes insecure
The growing claims of shame’s allure
 
— Francis of Assisi