Greetings Dear Readers,
I recently was asked to render 25 random things about myself. I thought I would share them with you.
25 Things about me…
1. I think Georgia Peaches are the best food on the planet
2. I have eaten monkey
3. I went to Australia for only 6 hours
4. Serenity is my favorite movie. I could watch it daily.
5. I love the cold
6. I love the snow
7. I have driven a vehicle at over 200 mph
8. I am not a Christian (http://aramisthorn.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-not-call-me-christian.html )
9. I make my students guess my pen name
10. I am very allergic to cats
11. Cats either love me or want to suffocate me as they always sit on me
12. I want to be Santa Clause
13. I have worked as a professional Santa Clause
14. I once, on a dare, ate a gallon of chocolate ice cream
15. I once threw up a gallon of chocolate ice cream
16. I have been homeless
17. I have seen every episode of every iteration of Star Trek at least twice
18. I see most of life as a musical
19. I have every Jethro Tull album released in the United States
20. I am really good with words
21. I am never good enough with words to express the depth of my love for my children
22. There is a college picture of me in a three piece suit and wearing a large red nose and tinfoil antlers
23. I once made an Ice Cream Sundae for Isaac Hayes
24. I have one degree of separation from 3 presidents
25. I know that I fail, rebel, wander, and sin but want to follow Christ so closely that from time to time I step on the back of his sandal.
How about you?
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
25 January 2009
22 January 2009
An Ancient Love
Greetings Dear Readers,
Who do you love? What do you love about them? What cost are you willing to bear to show that love? Imagine being one of 19 children. Imagine trying to stand out among those siblings as the next to the youngest. Charles Wesley was such a man and proved over and over his love for Christ in the hymns he wrote. Penning over 6000 hymns in his life, he constantly pointed men toward the greatness, majesty, power, and love of God.
What is we really wish. Charles Wesley spent his life attempting to help us see who God is and his great overreaching love for us. You see he chose us. He decided that he would rather die than live without us. He gave all for us and continues to do so. We treat the love God pours on us with everything from awe to contempt.
I am in an odd stage of life. I never expected to be alone and in so much pain. Many of my past failings have come home to roost. I am reaping the cost of old sins and striving hard to avoid new ones. I know that I have done some good in my life, but not enough to properly reflect the love so graciously poured out on me by Christ. I am realizing that nothing matters but the love of Christ and his constant plea for us to hear him. My son Maxim pointed out that we read John 3:16 but not 3:17 as often as we should. We are the responsible for showing the world that Christ came to bring us hope and to redeem us from our own failings. As I consider the years past, realizing that I am in the place where I probably have more days behind me than ahead of me, I echo the thoughts of Charles Wesley in his grand request concerning the one love that transcends time and all of eternity.
Jesus Lover of my Soul
Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly,While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring;Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall— Lo! on Thee I cast my care:
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and, behold, I live!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find:Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness:False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin;Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of Thee:Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!
I know that Jesus loves my soul and will see it safe into his presence. Until then I hope that I can find ways to visibly return a measure of that love in following, serving, and loving others as he does.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Who do you love? What do you love about them? What cost are you willing to bear to show that love? Imagine being one of 19 children. Imagine trying to stand out among those siblings as the next to the youngest. Charles Wesley was such a man and proved over and over his love for Christ in the hymns he wrote. Penning over 6000 hymns in his life, he constantly pointed men toward the greatness, majesty, power, and love of God.
What is we really wish. Charles Wesley spent his life attempting to help us see who God is and his great overreaching love for us. You see he chose us. He decided that he would rather die than live without us. He gave all for us and continues to do so. We treat the love God pours on us with everything from awe to contempt.
I am in an odd stage of life. I never expected to be alone and in so much pain. Many of my past failings have come home to roost. I am reaping the cost of old sins and striving hard to avoid new ones. I know that I have done some good in my life, but not enough to properly reflect the love so graciously poured out on me by Christ. I am realizing that nothing matters but the love of Christ and his constant plea for us to hear him. My son Maxim pointed out that we read John 3:16 but not 3:17 as often as we should. We are the responsible for showing the world that Christ came to bring us hope and to redeem us from our own failings. As I consider the years past, realizing that I am in the place where I probably have more days behind me than ahead of me, I echo the thoughts of Charles Wesley in his grand request concerning the one love that transcends time and all of eternity.
Jesus Lover of my Soul
Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly,While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring;Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall— Lo! on Thee I cast my care:
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and, behold, I live!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find:Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness:False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin;Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of Thee:Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!
I know that Jesus loves my soul and will see it safe into his presence. Until then I hope that I can find ways to visibly return a measure of that love in following, serving, and loving others as he does.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
20 January 2009
An Ancient Adoration
Greetings Dear Readers,
When was the last time you had a quiet drive, ride, or walk in the country. There is something about the quality of the world in Spring or Fall that makes me love travel. I remember one year Avalon and I were traveling to her parents for Resurrection Sunday and she was overcome by the beauty of the many greens in the world. I remember that moment fondly every year near Resurrection Sunday.
When I was very young my Grandfather used to take me fishing often. The long walk from the car to his favorite fishing spot was on a trail lined with Oak and Pecan trees. We would enjoy the shade of those trees in Summer, revel at their beauty and new leaves in spring, and gather the pecans for pie in Autumn. My Grandfather always took time to thank God out loud for the beauty of that place. Often as we walked he would sing an ancient hymn and encourage me to join in.
The hymn, known as The Crusader’s Hymn is at least 500 years old and may be as much as 900 years old. Imagine being on a horse and riding into the wild world from the safety of your home. You see the grandeur of creation with little of man’s corruption of it imposing upon your view. Your sadness is strong and leaving behind hearth and kin, but you see world cloaked in the new life of Spring. When you camp at night there is no light pollution to block out the vast sea of stars above you. But best of all, you know that all of this is yours because it is God’s gift to you through his beloved Son.
I will not argue that most things revolving around the Crusades are dark and ugly. Out of that ugliness, however, arises this song, sung by knights are their way to Jerusalem, by my Grandfather on the way to his favorite fishing hole, and by me when my heart is heavy. Perhaps you too can sing these words and find comfort in them.
The Crusader’s Hymn
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.
Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
When was the last time you had a quiet drive, ride, or walk in the country. There is something about the quality of the world in Spring or Fall that makes me love travel. I remember one year Avalon and I were traveling to her parents for Resurrection Sunday and she was overcome by the beauty of the many greens in the world. I remember that moment fondly every year near Resurrection Sunday.
When I was very young my Grandfather used to take me fishing often. The long walk from the car to his favorite fishing spot was on a trail lined with Oak and Pecan trees. We would enjoy the shade of those trees in Summer, revel at their beauty and new leaves in spring, and gather the pecans for pie in Autumn. My Grandfather always took time to thank God out loud for the beauty of that place. Often as we walked he would sing an ancient hymn and encourage me to join in.
The hymn, known as The Crusader’s Hymn is at least 500 years old and may be as much as 900 years old. Imagine being on a horse and riding into the wild world from the safety of your home. You see the grandeur of creation with little of man’s corruption of it imposing upon your view. Your sadness is strong and leaving behind hearth and kin, but you see world cloaked in the new life of Spring. When you camp at night there is no light pollution to block out the vast sea of stars above you. But best of all, you know that all of this is yours because it is God’s gift to you through his beloved Son.
I will not argue that most things revolving around the Crusades are dark and ugly. Out of that ugliness, however, arises this song, sung by knights are their way to Jerusalem, by my Grandfather on the way to his favorite fishing hole, and by me when my heart is heavy. Perhaps you too can sing these words and find comfort in them.
The Crusader’s Hymn
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.
Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
19 January 2009
An Ancient Request
Greetings Dear Readers,
As we rush through our lives, “limping through heaven or running through hell.” We ask so much of God that has nothing to do with who God is. It must be both saddening and amusing to God that we so often sound like little children with a want list. I admit freely that there are things I want from God that may or may not be in my best interest. I try to make sure I ask properly and accept it when my Father says no.
In another vein though, I have worked very hard at asking things that follow along with my Father’s heart. In that pursuit, I have focused on things that remind me of that heart. What do men wish from God? What have they asked for that has stood the test of time? The answer best comes to me from 5th century Ireland.
St. Patrick, in A.D. 433 defied an order to light no fires prior to High King Loegaire of Tara lighting the ceremonial fires of the pagan celebration of the Spring fertility rites. Patrick lit the Easter candles and this account was remembered in an ancient Irish folk song called Slane. This is the name of the hill where St. Patrick lit the candles.
This tune was paired with words used since at least the 8th century by Irish monks. Saint Dallan Forgaill, an Irish Bard is credited with penning the immortal words, but the hymn was not translated into English until 1905. Still for at least twelve centuries, this one song has expressed desires that I believe truly are in line with the Father’s heart for his children. I often sing or hum this song when I am out running errands. It keeps me focused on what I am really meant to be doing. Take some time to read the text of this ancient request to God the Father. He will not mind if you make the request your own.
Be Thou My Vision
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Nought be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joy, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O ruler of all.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
As we rush through our lives, “limping through heaven or running through hell.” We ask so much of God that has nothing to do with who God is. It must be both saddening and amusing to God that we so often sound like little children with a want list. I admit freely that there are things I want from God that may or may not be in my best interest. I try to make sure I ask properly and accept it when my Father says no.
In another vein though, I have worked very hard at asking things that follow along with my Father’s heart. In that pursuit, I have focused on things that remind me of that heart. What do men wish from God? What have they asked for that has stood the test of time? The answer best comes to me from 5th century Ireland.
St. Patrick, in A.D. 433 defied an order to light no fires prior to High King Loegaire of Tara lighting the ceremonial fires of the pagan celebration of the Spring fertility rites. Patrick lit the Easter candles and this account was remembered in an ancient Irish folk song called Slane. This is the name of the hill where St. Patrick lit the candles.
This tune was paired with words used since at least the 8th century by Irish monks. Saint Dallan Forgaill, an Irish Bard is credited with penning the immortal words, but the hymn was not translated into English until 1905. Still for at least twelve centuries, this one song has expressed desires that I believe truly are in line with the Father’s heart for his children. I often sing or hum this song when I am out running errands. It keeps me focused on what I am really meant to be doing. Take some time to read the text of this ancient request to God the Father. He will not mind if you make the request your own.
Be Thou My Vision
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Nought be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joy, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O ruler of all.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
18 January 2009
An Apology and Clarification
Greetings Beloved Readers,
I strive to be clear in all that I say and will always own my failures to do so. Recently Avalon related that my statements on here made her feel hurt and angry. She thinks that I think lowly of her. Nothing could further from the truth.
I will begin by apologizing and asking her forgiveness for making her feel anything but loved by me. I do believe that her actions are wrong and that she is far from the truth in them, but I do not think her evil, low, or unlovable in any way.
My heart is broken and I daily miss the love of my life. I realize that who I am is neither easy to know or live with. I realize that I failed in many ways to be the best husband I could be to her but I have done nothing worthy of her abandonment and exit from our marriage. We disagree and she is gone. I love her no less nor do I wish her ill.
Since I hurt her by words on this venue, it is on this venue that ask her forgiveness and apologize with all my heart. For those of you who would know my heart in this matter, I refer to someone dear to me who has left this stage for a grander one. You can watch the Video or just read the lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMfv9HALUro
Believe in Me
By Dan Fogelberg
If I could ever say it right
And reach your hostage heart
Despite the doubts you harbor
Then you might
Come to believe in me.
The life I lead is not the kind
That gives a woman peace of mind
I only hope someday youll find
That you can believe in me.
Those other loves that
Came before
Mean nothing to me anymore
But you can never be quite sure
And will not believe in me.
Too many hearts have been broken
Failing to trust what they feel
But trust isnt something
Thats spoken
And loves never wrong
When its real.
If I could only do one thing
Then I would try to write and sing
A song that ends your questioning
And makes you believe in me.
Too many hearts have been broken
Failing to trust what they feel
But trust isnt something
Thats spokenAnd loves never wrong
When its real.
If I could only do one thing
Then I would try to write and sing
A song that ends your questioning
And makes you believe in me
Oh, you can believe in me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
I strive to be clear in all that I say and will always own my failures to do so. Recently Avalon related that my statements on here made her feel hurt and angry. She thinks that I think lowly of her. Nothing could further from the truth.
I will begin by apologizing and asking her forgiveness for making her feel anything but loved by me. I do believe that her actions are wrong and that she is far from the truth in them, but I do not think her evil, low, or unlovable in any way.
My heart is broken and I daily miss the love of my life. I realize that who I am is neither easy to know or live with. I realize that I failed in many ways to be the best husband I could be to her but I have done nothing worthy of her abandonment and exit from our marriage. We disagree and she is gone. I love her no less nor do I wish her ill.
Since I hurt her by words on this venue, it is on this venue that ask her forgiveness and apologize with all my heart. For those of you who would know my heart in this matter, I refer to someone dear to me who has left this stage for a grander one. You can watch the Video or just read the lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMfv9HALUro
Believe in Me
By Dan Fogelberg
If I could ever say it right
And reach your hostage heart
Despite the doubts you harbor
Then you might
Come to believe in me.
The life I lead is not the kind
That gives a woman peace of mind
I only hope someday youll find
That you can believe in me.
Those other loves that
Came before
Mean nothing to me anymore
But you can never be quite sure
And will not believe in me.
Too many hearts have been broken
Failing to trust what they feel
But trust isnt something
Thats spoken
And loves never wrong
When its real.
If I could only do one thing
Then I would try to write and sing
A song that ends your questioning
And makes you believe in me.
Too many hearts have been broken
Failing to trust what they feel
But trust isnt something
Thats spokenAnd loves never wrong
When its real.
If I could only do one thing
Then I would try to write and sing
A song that ends your questioning
And makes you believe in me
Oh, you can believe in me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
13 January 2009
Some Through the Fire
Greetings dear Readers,
I learned last night of a disaster that befell Toccoa Falls College, the school where I earned my baccalaureate degree and after graduate school taught there for many years. I love the place as it is a beautiful and graceful campus fit for learning and spiritual growth. On the campus is a magnificent water fall. Access to these falls was monitored by a gate cottage that held a gift shop, restaurant, and faculty offices.
Around two in the morning the building, Gate Cottage burned to the ground. Several professors lost all the contents of their offices with a new term looming on the horizon. This school has survived so many trials. The professors and staff there that I know are good people who sacrifice better pay and a better lifestyle to teach young Christ followers headed for ministry, teaching, counseling, and business. As I read the story I reflected on how many lovely memories I have of that place.
My children spent most of their childhood there. I still follow the lives of those I taught there. I also experienced great loss there. Some of that loss I am just now beginning to feel. What I would say to those now in crisis is simple and much better said in the words of an old hymn by George A. Young.
In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water's cool flow bathes the weary one's feet,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along;
Away up in glory, eternity's day,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
The thing is that God does give a song and we must choose to sing it. My prayers are with my friends and I will choose to sing on their behalf.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Greetings dear Readers,
I learned last night of a disaster that befell Toccoa Falls College, the school where I earned my baccalaureate degree and after graduate school taught there for many years. I love the place as it is a beautiful and graceful campus fit for learning and spiritual growth. On the campus is a magnificent water fall. Access to these falls was monitored by a gate cottage that held a gift shop, restaurant, and faculty offices.
Around two in the morning the building, Gate Cottage burned to the ground. Several professors lost all the contents of their offices with a new term looming on the horizon. This school has survived so many trials. The professors and staff there that I know are good people who sacrifice better pay and a better lifestyle to teach young Christ followers headed for ministry, teaching, counseling, and business. As I read the story I reflected on how many lovely memories I have of that place.
My children spent most of their childhood there. I still follow the lives of those I taught there. I also experienced great loss there. Some of that loss I am just now beginning to feel. What I would say to those now in crisis is simple and much better said in the words of an old hymn by George A. Young.
In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water's cool flow bathes the weary one's feet,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along;
Away up in glory, eternity's day,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
The thing is that God does give a song and we must choose to sing it. My prayers are with my friends and I will choose to sing on their behalf.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
12 January 2009
Clean and Organize
Greetings Beloved Readers,
Today is both National Clean Off Your Desk Day and Organize Your Home Day. Trying to do both in one day seems like trying to eat an elephant. I have two desks that both need cleaning. We have not yet put up Christmas and there is heaps to do around the house.
I like order and neatness but I seem to disturb it more than I contribute to it. I love the feeling of walking into a space that is neat and proper, but it is my entry that seems to diminish its order. It will be an easy thing to unclutter my desk. It will be a far different thing to keep it that way. I also find that I function better in an environment that is a little cluttered.
Perhaps we are all authors of chaos. We bring our own sense of order to things. For me it is a bit of clutter, but as that bit grows it quickly reaches a frustrating mass. We impose things on every environment to make the place more suitable to our likes, wants, and needs. Nothing is wrong with this as long as we do not step on the needs of others in the process.
When it comes to changing the way we do things, however, I think we take on too much. We resolve to change major things but they quickly become daunting and elephantine. It is a daunting thing to say I am going to keep my desk clean all year. It is another thing to start by putting away papers as soon as I am done with them. I know I cannot give up all sweets, but I can stop eating carbs after 7 pm and not before 6 am. I cannot promise to be the man I should always be but I can determine in individual situations to do what is right in that situation.
I do not know what you need to change but I know how you can change it. Take small steps. Adjust little things to make what you do more the way you wish it to be. I know I am going to. There is after all a way to eat an elephant…one bite at a time.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Today is both National Clean Off Your Desk Day and Organize Your Home Day. Trying to do both in one day seems like trying to eat an elephant. I have two desks that both need cleaning. We have not yet put up Christmas and there is heaps to do around the house.
I like order and neatness but I seem to disturb it more than I contribute to it. I love the feeling of walking into a space that is neat and proper, but it is my entry that seems to diminish its order. It will be an easy thing to unclutter my desk. It will be a far different thing to keep it that way. I also find that I function better in an environment that is a little cluttered.
Perhaps we are all authors of chaos. We bring our own sense of order to things. For me it is a bit of clutter, but as that bit grows it quickly reaches a frustrating mass. We impose things on every environment to make the place more suitable to our likes, wants, and needs. Nothing is wrong with this as long as we do not step on the needs of others in the process.
When it comes to changing the way we do things, however, I think we take on too much. We resolve to change major things but they quickly become daunting and elephantine. It is a daunting thing to say I am going to keep my desk clean all year. It is another thing to start by putting away papers as soon as I am done with them. I know I cannot give up all sweets, but I can stop eating carbs after 7 pm and not before 6 am. I cannot promise to be the man I should always be but I can determine in individual situations to do what is right in that situation.
I do not know what you need to change but I know how you can change it. Take small steps. Adjust little things to make what you do more the way you wish it to be. I know I am going to. There is after all a way to eat an elephant…one bite at a time.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
06 January 2009
Epiphany – Apostrophe
Greetings Beloved Readers,
Smee: I've just had an apostrophe.
Captain Hook: I think you mean an epiphany.
Smee: No... lightning has just struck my brain.
Captain Hook: Well, that must hurt.
Very often I have ideas that creep into my mind slowly after much thinking, careful researching, and zealous pipe pondering (for those of you who care nothing in the bowl but regular old Cavendish). Once in a great while though, I have an apostrophe err…epiphany.
Today is the feast of the Epiphany. It is the day we remember the visit of the Magi. So much tradition has grown up around the simple statements made by Matthew in the second chapter his Gospel. This was a big deal. At Christmas we sing We Three Kings and set up Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar around the manger. Do we really consider the impact of this bit of the Advent story? I thought that on the Feast of Epiphany you might benefit from some observations about the visit of the Magi.
They were men of science: In those days there was not a distinction between Astronomy and Astrology.
They left their homes in search of a great King whose birth was heralded by the stars.
They brought expensive gifts to honor this King and inquired at Jerusalem, Israel’s capital for the new King’s whereabouts.
It was not just Herod the Great who was disturbed by this news but all of Jerusalem.
Herod feigned friendship to the Magi and intended to murder this new King, an obvious rival
God warned the Magi to avoid Herod on their journey home
A direct result of their visit was the murder of all the toddlers and infants in Bethlehem
In many parts of the world today, children are awakening to gifts left by either the Magi or Befana (see her story here http://village.fortunecity.com/radclyffe/541/SoulKitchen/Folklore/folklore.html). Perhaps a simple way to extend our Christmas into the New Year and avoid the post Christmas let down is to hold back a small gift or sweet treat for our children and loved ones and surprise them with it on Epiphany or Twelfth Night. We know that the timing we assign to all of this is traditional and not factual. We know that we know very little about the Magi and even less about the events surrounding their visit to Jesus. We also know that they undertook a perilous journey and went into great danger to honor the Advent of Christ. I encourage you to find a way to remember that men who did not need to left their homes to honor the birth of Christ and in some way share that wonder of that with your loved ones. Their journey was significant enough to God for him to include it in the Gospels. That alone makes it worth commemorating.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Smee: I've just had an apostrophe.
Captain Hook: I think you mean an epiphany.
Smee: No... lightning has just struck my brain.
Captain Hook: Well, that must hurt.
Very often I have ideas that creep into my mind slowly after much thinking, careful researching, and zealous pipe pondering (for those of you who care nothing in the bowl but regular old Cavendish). Once in a great while though, I have an apostrophe err…epiphany.
Today is the feast of the Epiphany. It is the day we remember the visit of the Magi. So much tradition has grown up around the simple statements made by Matthew in the second chapter his Gospel. This was a big deal. At Christmas we sing We Three Kings and set up Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar around the manger. Do we really consider the impact of this bit of the Advent story? I thought that on the Feast of Epiphany you might benefit from some observations about the visit of the Magi.
They were men of science: In those days there was not a distinction between Astronomy and Astrology.
They left their homes in search of a great King whose birth was heralded by the stars.
They brought expensive gifts to honor this King and inquired at Jerusalem, Israel’s capital for the new King’s whereabouts.
It was not just Herod the Great who was disturbed by this news but all of Jerusalem.
Herod feigned friendship to the Magi and intended to murder this new King, an obvious rival
God warned the Magi to avoid Herod on their journey home
A direct result of their visit was the murder of all the toddlers and infants in Bethlehem
In many parts of the world today, children are awakening to gifts left by either the Magi or Befana (see her story here http://village.fortunecity.com/radclyffe/541/SoulKitchen/Folklore/folklore.html). Perhaps a simple way to extend our Christmas into the New Year and avoid the post Christmas let down is to hold back a small gift or sweet treat for our children and loved ones and surprise them with it on Epiphany or Twelfth Night. We know that the timing we assign to all of this is traditional and not factual. We know that we know very little about the Magi and even less about the events surrounding their visit to Jesus. We also know that they undertook a perilous journey and went into great danger to honor the Advent of Christ. I encourage you to find a way to remember that men who did not need to left their homes to honor the birth of Christ and in some way share that wonder of that with your loved ones. Their journey was significant enough to God for him to include it in the Gospels. That alone makes it worth commemorating.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
05 January 2009
Pondering My Christmas Gifts - The Twelfth Day of Christmas
Greetings and Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year Beloved Readers,
I own 4 different film versions of A Christmas Carol. I have the Alistair Sim version, George C. Scott, Patrick Stewart, and Muppet versions. According to IMDB there are at least 24 film versions including television. I would love to see them all. George C. Scott’s is my favorite and I only tolerate the Muppet one. In Scott’s version Edward Woodward (better known for his role in The Equalizer) portrays the Ghost of Christmas Present remarkably. Every time I watch him in this role I am galvanized to spread the presence of Christmas every moment I can.
Faith Hill’s song Where are You Christmas does the same thing to me. The common connection is they both offer the real possibility that we can carry the Spirit of Christmas with us always if we choose to do so. I know that many people do not get why Christmas matters so much to me. I will try to explain it.
You see, like everyone else who lives, I am a fallen, covetous old sinner. I have no hope from myself and could never truly help myself. Then God had this great idea (not literally because if you are omniscient you do not have ideas). He decided that he would rather die than live without us. He gave us himself as a perfect gift. How amazing is it that Christ was willing to live among us, be one of us, and let us murder him and all for our benefit. None of that is possible without the Incarnation, or taking on of flesh by God. It is what makes God our Immanuel (God with us), allows him to be named Jesus (savior), allows him to be called Christ (anointed one), and gives us a reason to have Christmas (literally Christ- Mass or the celebration of Christ).
If the God I sin against daily would do so much for me, how do I dare miss a day of celebrating his incarnation. I have undergone some major changes in the last year, some by choice, others forced upon me. I have decided that never again will I hide my daily love for celebrating the Advent of Christ. As I move through the year and see how the liturgical calendar revolves around the Advent and Resurrection of Christ, I will find ways to celebrate him even while the trees and nativity scene are in storage. I will do it by remembering what Christ loves most; that is man.
Dickens, using the ghost of Jacob Marley said better than I ever could. “Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
Anything I do must be charitable, merciful, forbearing, and benevolent. So in closing out this series of writings I again echo Charles Dickens, “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all three shall strive within me.”
Perhaps when my children speak of me to their grandchildren, they will be able to echo Dickens’ words about Scrooge relating them to me. “…and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.”
So on the Twelfth day of Christmas, my Savior gave to me twelve months to celebrate him, eleven months to prepare, ten reasons to love him, nine men to guide me, eight men I can help see, seven figures under the tree, six more days of rest, five perfect things, four children to gather round me, the blessing of the Trinity, twice the joy of giving, and a purpose for carrying his tree.
Wishing you joy in the journey, Merry Christmas, and a blessed New Year
Aramis Thorn
I own 4 different film versions of A Christmas Carol. I have the Alistair Sim version, George C. Scott, Patrick Stewart, and Muppet versions. According to IMDB there are at least 24 film versions including television. I would love to see them all. George C. Scott’s is my favorite and I only tolerate the Muppet one. In Scott’s version Edward Woodward (better known for his role in The Equalizer) portrays the Ghost of Christmas Present remarkably. Every time I watch him in this role I am galvanized to spread the presence of Christmas every moment I can.
Faith Hill’s song Where are You Christmas does the same thing to me. The common connection is they both offer the real possibility that we can carry the Spirit of Christmas with us always if we choose to do so. I know that many people do not get why Christmas matters so much to me. I will try to explain it.
You see, like everyone else who lives, I am a fallen, covetous old sinner. I have no hope from myself and could never truly help myself. Then God had this great idea (not literally because if you are omniscient you do not have ideas). He decided that he would rather die than live without us. He gave us himself as a perfect gift. How amazing is it that Christ was willing to live among us, be one of us, and let us murder him and all for our benefit. None of that is possible without the Incarnation, or taking on of flesh by God. It is what makes God our Immanuel (God with us), allows him to be named Jesus (savior), allows him to be called Christ (anointed one), and gives us a reason to have Christmas (literally Christ- Mass or the celebration of Christ).
If the God I sin against daily would do so much for me, how do I dare miss a day of celebrating his incarnation. I have undergone some major changes in the last year, some by choice, others forced upon me. I have decided that never again will I hide my daily love for celebrating the Advent of Christ. As I move through the year and see how the liturgical calendar revolves around the Advent and Resurrection of Christ, I will find ways to celebrate him even while the trees and nativity scene are in storage. I will do it by remembering what Christ loves most; that is man.
Dickens, using the ghost of Jacob Marley said better than I ever could. “Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
Anything I do must be charitable, merciful, forbearing, and benevolent. So in closing out this series of writings I again echo Charles Dickens, “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all three shall strive within me.”
Perhaps when my children speak of me to their grandchildren, they will be able to echo Dickens’ words about Scrooge relating them to me. “…and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.”
So on the Twelfth day of Christmas, my Savior gave to me twelve months to celebrate him, eleven months to prepare, ten reasons to love him, nine men to guide me, eight men I can help see, seven figures under the tree, six more days of rest, five perfect things, four children to gather round me, the blessing of the Trinity, twice the joy of giving, and a purpose for carrying his tree.
Wishing you joy in the journey, Merry Christmas, and a blessed New Year
Aramis Thorn
04 January 2009
Pondering My Christmas Gifts - The Eleventh Day of Christmas
Greetings and Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year Beloved Readers,
I do not know if you remember or have read back that far, but this all started with a series about people putting up Christmas decorations on All Souls Day. Here we are a day before Epiphany and many are dealing with the “after Christmas slump.” As way of beginning to close out my writing about Christmas for a spell, I wanted to offer another perspective. As I said way back in November, the whole idea of Christmas is the preparation for the Advent of our Anointed Savior. He is coming. Not just did he come, but he is coming back. The process of redemption is still moving forward and we are every day either detracting from or adding to the reclamation of our world. What I do today either makes the world a better place or a worse one.
How I treat everyone matters. Am I loving, patient, kind? Do I like Saint Francis beg God to make me an instrument of peace? The year is young and new. Christmas decorations are coming down and all the Christmas stuff at Wal-Mart is 75% off. I bought a few little things for next year. My daughter got some sale items so she can spend the year crafting cards for people next Christmas. We even in the waning days of this Christmas look forward and begin to prepare for the next.
Perhaps like Ebenezer Scrooge we can “keep Christmas in our heart all the year.” Perhaps this can be the year where we prepare for the Advent of Christ a little bit every day. If we give a little more of ourselves to him and those he puts in our path for the next eleven months, perhaps the reward will be that next year we will feel less put out when the decorations go up “to early.” Perhaps we will feel less stress, less pressure, and more love for those who need Christ so desperately.
So on the eleventh day of Christmas my Savior gave to me eleven months to prepare, ten reasons to love him, nine men to guide me, eight men I can help see, seven figures under the tree, six more days of rest, five perfect things, four children to gather round me, the blessing of the Trinity, twice the joy of giving, and a purpose for carrying his tree.
Wishing you joy in the journey, Merry Christmas, and a blessed New Year
Aramis Thorn
I do not know if you remember or have read back that far, but this all started with a series about people putting up Christmas decorations on All Souls Day. Here we are a day before Epiphany and many are dealing with the “after Christmas slump.” As way of beginning to close out my writing about Christmas for a spell, I wanted to offer another perspective. As I said way back in November, the whole idea of Christmas is the preparation for the Advent of our Anointed Savior. He is coming. Not just did he come, but he is coming back. The process of redemption is still moving forward and we are every day either detracting from or adding to the reclamation of our world. What I do today either makes the world a better place or a worse one.
How I treat everyone matters. Am I loving, patient, kind? Do I like Saint Francis beg God to make me an instrument of peace? The year is young and new. Christmas decorations are coming down and all the Christmas stuff at Wal-Mart is 75% off. I bought a few little things for next year. My daughter got some sale items so she can spend the year crafting cards for people next Christmas. We even in the waning days of this Christmas look forward and begin to prepare for the next.
Perhaps like Ebenezer Scrooge we can “keep Christmas in our heart all the year.” Perhaps this can be the year where we prepare for the Advent of Christ a little bit every day. If we give a little more of ourselves to him and those he puts in our path for the next eleven months, perhaps the reward will be that next year we will feel less put out when the decorations go up “to early.” Perhaps we will feel less stress, less pressure, and more love for those who need Christ so desperately.
So on the eleventh day of Christmas my Savior gave to me eleven months to prepare, ten reasons to love him, nine men to guide me, eight men I can help see, seven figures under the tree, six more days of rest, five perfect things, four children to gather round me, the blessing of the Trinity, twice the joy of giving, and a purpose for carrying his tree.
Wishing you joy in the journey, Merry Christmas, and a blessed New Year
Aramis Thorn
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