Sabbath Messages | Sabbath Message: July 24, 2004
Good Sabbath
July 24, 2004 "Come my beloved, with chorus of praise,
Welcome Bride Sabbath, the Queen of the Days.
Come in thy joyousness ,Crown of thy Lord:
Come bringing peace to the folk of the world."
Each six days are punctuated by Sabbath that brings peace and joy to the soul. No matter how they begin, with pain and mistakes, they can end with the greatest of endings; each weekend brings Sabbath, the Queen of our ways. The feminine is never referred to as God, yet is there anything as holy as woman, loving as woman, faithful as woman, regardless of cultural prejudice against the greatest of words: mother, grandmother. The Greeks and the Romans celebrated the feminine as a cluster of gods and goddesses, possessing all of the faults of the mortals they controlled.
"Hail thee as Sabbath-bride, Queen of the Days."
Instruct mere mortals in all of our ways.
I heard from Talli Larrack who appreciates all of the love expressed for departed Tim; I heard from Bob Passavoy, back from Texas, now cuddled down in Newport waiting for my arm/shoulder to heal so that Fran and I can pay him a visit.. I drove today for the first time as exercise is the order of the day.
I'm back to long, wonderful morning walks so that I can share Sabbath with each pine tree, each spring-born leafy wonder, each palm tree. The vines, once dark with green, now fade in mottled reds of rust. The drought continues as water wastes its way towards ocean. The racetrack season opens in all of its crowded seabiscuttry; the mighty aircraft carrier, Ronald Reagan, arrives to homeport in San Diego, greeted by waiting new mothers, old Moms, proud dads, husbands and wives; young faces manning a mighty warship longing for lasting peace; the convention season begins, never in a whisper, as pretension passes for truth and divisiveness is assured. "A nation divided cannot endure!" Are lessons of history always ignored? Is wisdom any one's goal or an old man's fabled dream.
Tonight we'll go to our first "Pops" of the season, where yesterday's music brings back yesterdays' perfect love songs of Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, when perfection was cloaked in the youth of fresh puppy love.
But even puppy love has a depth of innocence and innocence is so pure no matter its age. Hope is eternal even when life has been lived and passes into memory.
"Everything is foreseen by God, yet freedom of choice is granted to us all; the world is judged in mercy, and all depends on the prepondence of good or ill doing." (Ethics of the fathers)
End the past six days in the beauty of the Seventh and begin the new six days in perfect Sabbath repose
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