This video is pretty funny:
HT: One Thing I Know.
In some much earlier discussions on health care, which I never really completed in any satisfactory manner, I was discussing Alexander Schmemann’s book For the Life of the World with Mark Olson of Pseudo-Polymath. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a copy of the book so as to discuss it intelligently.
I sent off for one via interlibrary loan. It took them so long to find it, that I had practically forgotten I had done so. I had to think for a moment, asking myself what ILL book had come in when I got the notice.
In any case, it’s here, and I will read it and comment further.
. . . and our son’s friend Brandon Sing (also our house guest) hit a two run homer in the first. Story in the Pensacola News Journal.
I would suggest that everyone read this post. When Robert Reich was Secretary of Labor I didn’t like him that much, but he is truly expressing wisdom in this post.
Or perhaps I should call it thoughts resulting from meditations on a healing service. But that makes a long title.
I’ve mentioned here before that my wife and I recently transferred our membership to First United Methodist Church in Pensacola. This past Sunday we had the opportunity to attend a healing service at our new church. I enjoyed the service a great deal. It was done with a traditional liturgy and gently contemporary styling in the music, by which I mean that a band with guitars, drums, and keyboard (they used the grand piano so no effects!) played a combination of more modern choruses and familiar hymns. Unlike some contemporary praise groups who seem to think that comprehending the lyrics is not important and that volume is the key element, the words were sung clearly and at a quite reasonable level.
The service included reading of scripture, prayer, and a medication (see comments!) meditation, then communion was served, or rather the ritual was carried out through the blessing. Once the elements were blessed, and also oil for anointing, people were left free to come forward for communion, for prayer with anointing, or to peruse through pictures that represented situations about which we could pray. I’ll mention more about that in a moment.
The communion ritual was nicely done, with words added at the appropriate asterisks that tied that day’s worship activities to the service of healing. United Methodist readers will probably understand what I’m saying here. Way too often I hear a communion service conducted with no attention to the points at which “words appropriate to the occasion” can be added. A few tasteful lines there that tie in the day’s message, worship activities, or even people from that community can go a long way toward helping this to be communion and not merely a reading from the United Methodist Hymnal. In this case the words were very carefully chosen, and tied the afternoon service to the message of the morning services as well.
I noticed that the lines for communion and for anointing with oil and prayer were quite long, but little attention was paid to the table with the pictures that were offered so that we could take them home and pray about the items represented. Toward the end I went and picked up a picture almost randomly, that turns out to be one of a young soldier in Darfur. The picture has been haunting me. I was already aware of Darfur, but this has brought it home.
I certainly found the service a blessing. But now for what generally makes both my more rationalistic and my more charismatic friends crazy. Both would think that a healing service would be about healing, and that someone would come away cured–or not. The success of a healing service would be measured by healings.
But for me that is not the point. I know that is difficult to understand, and I don’t usually try very hard to explain it. If you feel blessed by a healing service, go. If not, not. But just as I say prayer can’t be measured by studies of the number of people who are healed, or the number of things that are received, so I do not believe a healing service can be measured in that way. Indeed, I doubt it can be measured except by the numbers who attend, and how much they appreciate it.
It is very much like any other variety of prayer. If prayer was designed to work like a vending machine, insert prayer, receive goodies, then we would say it failed if no goodies were received. And for those many people who teach just that, there is justification for the skeptical question of why it doesn’t happen. For me, both prayer and the healing service are about God and our communion with him. If we have communed, then we were successful.
In the meditation, the minister presiding seemed to indicate much the same thing. Unlike a faith healer, he didn’t whip people into a frenzy and suggest that if they had enough faith they would be healed. Rather, he simply suggested coming before God and receiving what God chose to give.
I’m thankful for the ministry of my new church and particularly for this service, which was a blessing to me.
Update: The Pensacola News Journal now has a report here.
After a depressing road trip and a delay filled return, the Pelicans got off to a late start against the Shreveport Sports. John Webb (my stepson, for those who haven’t realized it yet!) started for the Pelicans and went 6.2, allowing 3 runs, 2 earned. The official stats aren’t showing the last game yet, but it looks to me like that puts his ERA at 2.89.
Despite one error that allowed a run, and one inherited runner who scored on a wild pitch (that’s the 2nd earned run against John) the Pelicans looked much better than they have. The errors (or lack of them) alone doesn’t tell the story. There were a number of very well done plays, and at least one exceptionally good catch by the center fielder that simply made the game look much better.
Note that I usually put out a couple of tweets on Twitter during the games and might put out a few more if I thought anyone was reading them. Right now I’m pretty certain nobody is, so it’s just an exercise in typing on my Palm Centro.