The view from the hill: The CIA & Me

No, I don’t think my microwave is surreptitiously taking photos of meal preparation in the Parsonage kitchen (for meal pix that I take myself, see my photos on my Lyn Osborne Winter Facebook page).

After a recent raft of big brother leakage, I do now have a reason to blame CIA interference for my laptop woes.  Every early morning since the reports surfaced, my laptop screen freezes, programs open and close themselves, and the cursor develops an erratic mind of its own, always between 5:00 and 8:00 a.m. . . . . Left idle while I fetch coffee #2, I return to find random windows open, new blank tabs marching across the top of the Mozilla screen, and slow and sludgy movement that is sometimes accompanied by a fleeting message ‘a web page is slowing you down’ that disappears before I can choose and click ‘ignore.’

It’s got to be the CIA monitoring my activity.  It can’t be that I have that “117  131 updates to windows” notice from one of the thingees on the taskbar.  Or that I crash Firefox daily.  Or that Word can’t decide if it’s in lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.  There:  I left that in – honest, I took my hands off the keyboard to lift that coffee mug when that happened.

Anyway, I just now saved this draft.  In Word 97-2003.  You know a real Word document instead of that docx stuff . . . because if I don’t save in the old format I can’t transfer files (via CD) to my trusty Mac G4.  For formatting in PageMaker if I need to.

You might be getting the idea by now.  In some ways, I’m a turn-of-the-century gal.  (The 20th, not the 19th)  Heck, some of you who might be reading this may not even get those tech references.

But you might be getting the idea that this isn’t ultimately about old technology or the CIA (‘tho I hate to give that up).  It’s about blame:  where we put it, how we deflect it, our reluctance to accept it.  It’s about the satisfying sound of our own complaining (and the equally unsatisfactory drone of someone else’s complaints).

And, ultimately, it’s about change and the way we adapt, embrace, or try to sidestep it.  And not merely the change that technology brings. It’s about our stubborn adherence to the comfort (real or imagined) of what was instead of embracing what could be, with us all the while stuck smack dab in the middle of what is.

Reality check: actions we take today can impact us tomorrow, but will have little effect on yesterday.  By extension, though, it means we need to take action.  Today. While we’re in it.   Thoughts: I can clean up the laptop instead of blaming the CIA:  it won’t change the fact that had I done it a week ago, there may have only been 57 updates to do.  But it could save some time before a frozen system shuts me down completely tomorrow.  And instead of passively accepting the glitches, I’ll have to spend some of my own time on it.  But time is a construct:  what I’d be doing is investing in the potential for tomorrow.

That proverbial, mis-attributed motto “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the ‘present’.” is no help here.  To my mind, it makes the present the destination – if today is a gift, we should enjoy it as the self-indulgent gratification it is – which means we can smugly adopt another misquoted, but definited attributed ‘tomorrow will take care of itself.’  [It’s from the Sermon on the Mount; and if that’s not in your personal browsing history, invest part of your today and read it here.]

I’m pretty sure that’s NOT what Jesus had in mind in that hours-long, jam-packed, call to action.  It’s full of things to do in the present that will potentially impact each day, each year that follows.  And it was such a call to action that even after hours in the hot sun, stiff from sitting, hungry and thirsty and weary – both the speaker and the listeners, no doubt – they took the present into the potential:  at the end, as he left the hill, they followed him.  Faith is a forward action, not a present destination.

So we have no one to blame but ourselves, and complaining won’t initiate change.  And it’s time to stop postponing potential by inaction.  Faith issues require change all the time:  “leaving what is behind we press on.”

Guess what I’ll be doing for the next few hours?





The view from the hill: Mother Church

I have been working on the draft for Blog 2 (and 3, and 4…) but this morning’s meanderings have jumped the queue when a facebook message landed turning my morning into stump-the-pastor-Saturday.

The same pastor (me) that had just spent an inordinate amount of time researching Mothering Sunday.  Or, as tomorrow’s 4th Sunday of Lent is alternately referred to as Laetare Sunday.  [The other names attributed to this festival include Refreshment Sunday, Pudding Pie Sunday, Mid-Lent Sunday, Simnel Sunday (“Mothering Buns” or “Mothering Sunday Buns” were made to celebrate) and Rose Sunday.]

I know.  It’s that kind of confusion that gives religion a bad name.  Or in this case, too many names.

It all began when I realized today, March 25, was the traditional observance of the Annunciation.  Yes, I do keep track of such things.   You might know it as the day the Angel Gabriel gave Mary the news – complete with gender reveal and name – of a blessed event planned for Dec. 25th.  [And, yes, I know none of those dates are accurately reported, just celebrated.  Let’s not get sidetracked further 🙂 ]  So when I realized tomorrow is known as ‘Mothering Sunday’ in England and Scotland and parts of Ireland, among others, I thought I had the connection.

I was wrong.

Mothering Sunday is named after a 16th-century Christian tradition of attending the church you grew up in, the place where you were baptized, or the church your mother attends — a day on which people would visit their “mother” church, it falls on the fourth Sunday in Lent. “Going a-mothering” meant traveling to your home church, the place where you came from.  And it is still observed in many ways to this day.

Secular society in America (and Anna Jarvis, not to mention Hallmark and the florists) would eventually transform this tradition into Mother’s Day, celebrated each second Sunday of May here in the Colonies.  However, the Mothering Sunday of Lent historically had more to do with returning to one’s religious roots (and giving servants a day off to do so, too) than celebrating woman’s roles of wife and mother, although going a-mothering often involved little children gathering wildflower bouquets for their mothers on their way to the church.

One interesting tradition from the United Kingdom thought to be associated with Mothering Sunday was “clipping the church,” in which the congregation would stand in a circle around the outside of the church, hold hands, and collectively embrace their church building as a community.

Which should resonate not just one Sunday, but every Sunday.  Because everyone can consider that one-hour gathering every week as a kind of homecoming – return to roots, refresh and renew faith, and spend it with others who embrace like values and beliefs (even when we live out those values and beliefs differently).  [By the way, one of the other traditional names ‘Laetare’ refers to Isaiah 66:10 ‘Rejoice, Jerusalem.’  At coming home. 🙂 ]

Anyway, as I discovered today, returning doesn’t necessarily have to be a Sunday.  Or even take place at a church building.  It can land on my facebook feed as a question posed by a youngster and forwarded by a parent:  because who better to ask than of the faith community the answer to “Who created God and where did he come from”?

We all have questions large and small, and where better to ask them than home?  Among the family that sent you forth – and always welcomes you back.  Just like church.  Just not only on the 4th Sunday of Lent.

Stop by sometime.  Calls and questions and messages always welcome, too . . . Only don’t call me ‘mother’ (unless you’re one of my two sons, that is).

“Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another.”  [from Hebrews 10]

The view from the hill: in the beginning

Having spent the last year wishing I had a way to address various topics/issues/perspectives apart from social media, getting this blog seemed like a great idea.

Until coming up with the initial posting.  Starting with a name for it.

‘The View from the Hill’ has been the title of my church newsletter essays for 20 years and seems to fit.  After all, I live on a hill (‘tho who doesn’t in northern NH?)… I’m a woman of a certain age who has both endured and enjoyed the peaks and valleys of experiencing life in the times I was born into, most of them now in my adopted North Country of NH (climbing up a long road that took me from western MA to Boston to NY state to here)….I’ve been a daughter, a wife, a mom and grand, and a wife again and have had (and still enjoy) careers in printing and publishing, business and the arts, and Christian ministry.  Along the way, I came to the mountain of faith that conquers fears.  Which would, I guess, include the fear of the initial, blank, electronic page.

Don’t let the “f” word (faith) dissuade you from reading.  This is not a religious blog, even though it’s part of our church site; nor is it a secular one, despite the fact that we all live in an increasingly secular culture.

Mostly, I hope it’s a place where the meanderings of mindful thought and abiding faith reflect on the mundane, the ridiculous, the joyful and the challenging ups, downs (and sideways) aspects of engaging life as best I can.  The views are mine alone, not pastoral imperatives; no teaching or preaching or evangelism — other than anything you might be prompted to explore from anything good or useful to you that might be modeled in the essays.

And, as expected, you’ll find an occasional F(aith) bomb in the form of a Bible verse like this one in the spirit of Paul’s words to the Phillipians:  “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”

I hope something I write might amuse you.  Or prompt you to think.  I’m not looking for arguments or criticism or even belly laughs – if you want to have a conversation, call me.  Or write me, ‘tho keep it constructive.

Welcome to my view of God’s world ~