Back to Homilies

For a long time, the principal driver of traffic to this otherwise utterly obscure site has been [the wonderful] Jenee Woodard’s The Text This Week resource. As I settle back into parish ministry, it makes sense for me to resume my once-upon-a-time practice of posting my sermons here. I’m not preaching this Sunday, but beginning with an Ascension Day sermon I’ll post my sermons (even as they’re available in audio or video from St Helen’s, and in audio from St Nic’s. (Those include my last few sermons, so if you’re an AKMA completist, you can catch up via those links.)

Friday MarkDay

No run on this rainy morning; coffee and fruit, put the bins out, laundry, Morning Prayer, pastoral care business, then home to catch up on marking, maybe a little Perdido Street Station as a reward if I make progress.

This morning Señora Flora Dora Dinosaura (the Big Burrito) goes in for an op, so we’re concerned about how that works out, and concerned about how that may affect Minke’s anxiety — so it may not be a matter of genocide or the violent suppression of free speech, but we have local cares on our minds.

April Tunes

My April iTunes listening according to last.fm:

1 Billie Holiday 7 scrobbles
2 Bruce Springsteen 7
3 Sleater-Kinney 7
4 The Beatles 7
5 The Style Council 7
6 They Might Be Giants 7
7 Elvis Costello 6
8 Florence + the Machine 6
9 PJ Harvey 6
10 R.E.M. 6

As always, the I’ve bracketed the Mountain Goats, else they would dominate every month’s charts both because I’m a big tMG supporter, and because John Darnielle releases not just a constant torrent of new material, but also an ocean of live recordings. tMG are in a special category of monthly frequency (13 scrobbles this month).

I might add that I almost always listen to iTunes on a semi-random shuffle, because I love so much music, and I want to hear unexpected things mingled with the cuts I know and cherish, so Shuffle is my favoured solution. I wish iTunes offered a better solution for weighted shuffle; my usual playlist involves an arcane combination of nested playlists that give extra prominence to women, to tracks I haven’t heard as recently, and to favourites of mine (since I do actually enjoy listening to my favourites). It would not be rocket science for a music player to offer this functionality — but since Apple will not let go of iTunes (presumably as a feeder to their music store), and alternatives don’t suit me for other reasons, there we are.

2 Yesterday, Thor Today

Yesterday I ran two good miles, came home for a shower and hot breakfast, then Morning Prayer, then I did some marking, Chapter Meeting, and home for more marking and reading, and even took a nap.

No running this morning, among the rain- and thunderstorms. I’ll have a fruit breakfast, go to Morning Prayer, then on to Oxford for a tutorial and lunch, and home again.

Twosday

Two lugubrious miles (my legs did not want to stretch and extend), fruit breakfast, clean up, Morning Prayer, appointment with a churchwarden, lunch consultation with other NT teaching staff, phone appointment, and by mid-late afternoon I’ll be done.

Counting the Cost

I reflect my age by (among other things) getting drowsy in the early afternoon and early evening. Methamphetamine would be helpful in counteracting that, and is calorie-free, but chocolate is also effective and delicious, and is legal.

Back to the Road

Two miles this (cold but dry) morning at a rusty pace; fruit breakfast; clean up and go to Morning Prayer, then meet Margaret at a cafe after she sees the dogs off for their quarterly grooming (photos to follow). Communion for the residents of the Old Station House this afternoon.

New to the Profession Art Educator of the Year

We couldn’t be more chuffed that in her first year of full-time teaching at a permanent position, Pippa has been given an award by her peers in the Maine Art Education Association:

A poster praising Pippa for her teaching and influence at Mount Desert High, along with a colourful award ceramic with her name misspelled

‘Philippa has not only showcased exceptional talent and creativity in the arts but has also made a profound impact on the school culture and community…’

Yesterday and Today

Cold and rainy start to the mornings, yesterday and today; yesterday I was hammering away at a sermon, today I’ll be saying the Mass and preaching it at St Nic’s. Really, that’s most of the story.

Full Day

Two (slowisn) miles, fruit breakfast, Morning Prayer, (cancelled) meeting with a warden, monumental grocery shopping, some house cleaning, in to Oxford for Prof. Esau McCaulley’s very strong paper ‘Finding Onesimus’, home to Abingdon, and a delightful visit with my former student Alex Honey and his fiancée Niamh.
And so to bed.

The Essential Supplement

Last week Ted Gioia posted another portion of his book Music to Raise the Dead about ‘the power of song as a change agent in human life’. He makes a fascinating point, and although I would steer clear of ascribing agency to non-animate forces,* I support vigorously the argument that lyrical expression richly integrated with musical expression communicates much more forcefully than bare words.

Add to that another point about which Gioia has been writing, namely the importance of ritual. Again, I disagree with him on many points (I’m unconvinced about the whole ‘dopamine culture’ discourse, for starters). But Gioia is right on target when he argues in favour of ritual providing the context in which meaning reaches deeper, connects in tighter networks, extends into the past and the future.

The further, deeper, tighter, longer meaning reaches, the greater its power to us. The more beautiful, harmonious — the more readily it taps into our desire — the greater the traction it exerts. Obviously that may affect us negatively or positively, but it will affect us the more strongly. Under the best circumstances, the meaning in which we participate will align with ideals that match with commendable aspirations, and the effect will be encouraging, uplifting. But as A Clockwork Orange illustrated to us from years ago, the opposite is possible too.

* Now I say it, I suppose I’m open to some careful ascription of agency. I’ll have to revisit this aspect of what I think about Gioia’s point.

Two Days Two

The last two days I’ve run the morning two miles. Both days I’ve felt all right. Coffee, then Morning Prayer, fruit yesterday, hot breakfast today, various odds and ends of responsibility. I’ve been working on a blog post riffing on some observations by Ted Gioia, but haven’t reached the point of posting it yet.