Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Vinegary is a great word!

I walked around for days cussing in Spanish and praying for her. I felt like they were attacking all women. It looked like a very horrifying scene from a gang movie, if you know what I mean. I had a season of feeling like all white people were about trying to lord it over every minority and the grissle and anger was caustic. Then, the light dawned in my soul. I remembered the 100+ days that Clarence Thomas went through his grill and how angry I was at the feminists for that. And they asked her the question about whether she felt that she was ready to make such a lifelong commitment to this at her age. I realized that this is the beauty of it. I have been walking around blessing the process of the trial.
I have seen that for generations there have been powers in place that have tried people and they have been bias, for the lack of the other perspectives being represented. Of course, it looks very one sided when the other perspective is introduced into the mix, because it is. Still, whatever we may think of it, as a person she needs to be tried, because she is going to sit in judgement over us. She has to feel the heat.
The Battle Hymn of the Republic rings in my thoughts, as though it were Isaiah 6.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
HE is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
HE has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on!


The grapes of wrath are those foolish things that keep us from truth and cause us to sit under His judgement. The writer sees God's feet trampling them. That is pressure. He wrote that in the light of the civil war. I would much prefer the pressure of the pain of my emotions seeing a bunch of men seem to gang up on a little girl and pray for her to be able to stand her own under their grilling and have that "trample out the vintage", than a war.

No more civil wars, but, I would've come to blows over that in my anger. It brought me to my knees. My girl was on the slave block, I felt like. Do I really want her there with them? I am glad she seemed to stand. I am grateful for Obama, showing us how very far we are from true equity in the system and until all of the cultures and people groups are represented on the Supreme Court, the system will only be looked at by the one group who has complete control, namely men. God is not any one color! And the vintage, or wine that he is creating out of this exercise in history called America, is taking us all to another level of tolerance and grace. If we learn from it and don't come to blows again.
The discussion about her being a Wise Latina, I found especially caustic because she is a wise Latina and there were so many undertones to that discussion. Thank God, he hears prayer, even when laced with such caustic tones as I gave Him.

1 comment:

Joanne Bodden said...

Vinargery is so accurate Right!
Thank you for admitting you felt very similarly to me. I felt the same way when Colin Powel admitted that racism done to him is just as caustic and insulting; (when ignored or passed over because of race)as it is to any of us who've experience it!
But I love the truth marching on~ it is the fullness of time that all things are revealed and made right.
Thanks again for the post
Love Jo

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.