Observation – June 3rd, 2018, Sunday



The Twins are tied in the bottom of the eighth


I can smell the cut grass through the open window


My lady is out front pushing the mower


I can hear it rattle, in a rhythm with my typing


The hum of traffic flowing by on Bryant


Kitty is on her bench looking at the action


The Twins exit the eighth without advancing


The sun is bright and the air is cool, afternoon

A Homily – Mark 2:23-3.6 ©

The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.06.03


The Sabbath was Made for Man

The homily for today is cautionary tale.

On the one hand it serves as an indictment of the people who plotted against Jesus, those who desired to see an end to his ministry and who plotted his murder.

On the other hand it serves to separate the ministry of Jesus, who was himself a Pharisee, from the establishment of Pharisaic Judaism, which in the period of the early Church, had not converted to Christianity, and whose membership was extremely hostile to it.

However, the most important aspect of the narrative is the message, that the ordinances of God, the laws and customs of the people, exist to serve humankind, not the other way around.

Jesus is a good theologian, he makes the argument first on the basis of tradition and scripture, and then on the grounds of justice.

The miracle that is performed need not be taken literally, it is a metaphor, and as a metaphor it serve to put the exclamation point on the rest of the narrative.

The power to heal comes from God, god would not have granted such power in contravention of God’s law, giving the proof to Jesus, that he has correctly interpreted the law, and stands in divine favor.


The Sabbath

The Son of Man is master even of the Sabbath

One sabbath day, Jesus happened to be taking a walk through the cornfields, and his disciples began to pick ears of corn as they went along. And the Pharisees said to him, ‘Look, why are they doing something on the sabbath day that is forbidden?’ And he replied, ‘Did you never read what David did in his time of need when he and his followers were hungry – how he went into the house of God when Abiathar was high priest, and ate the loaves of offering which only the priests are allowed to eat, and how he also gave some to the men with him?’

And he said to them, ‘The sabbath was made for man, not man for the sabbath; the Son of Man is master even of the sabbath.’

He went again into a synagogue, and there was a man there who had a withered hand. And they were watching him to see if he would cure him on the sabbath day, hoping for something to use against him. He said to the man with the withered hand, ‘Stand up out in the middle!’ Then he said to them, ‘Is it against the law on the sabbath day to do good, or to do evil; to save life, or to kill?’ But they said nothing. Then, grieved to find them so obstinate, he looked angrily round at them, and said to the man, ‘Stretch out your hand.’ He stretched it out and his hand was better. The Pharisees went out and at once began to plot with the Herodians against him, discussing how to destroy him.

9th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Seven, Ocean

Emergence 2.0
A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 154, Sunday
June 3rd, 2017

Chapter Seven: Ocean

On thin strips of wood, in fragile dugout canoes, they hurled their bodies onto the rivers and lakes.

They threw themselves into the sea, just as their ancient forebears had done when they crossed the stars.

They were looking for new ways of life among the waves, and currents, and tides, a life on the water.

They were searching for mysteries in the deep, beneath the ever changing face of the water’s surface.

They lived on their little skiffs, casting spears, and nets, and lines with hooks into the water from which they drew their catch.

They spent their days on the water beneath the sun, paddling to and from the shore, diving into the shallows to gather, clams and oysters, and muscles.

They spent their nights under the flowing lights of the stars.

The stars sang to them, each glowing orb with a voice its own, and they imagined a galaxy, every bright light, suspended in liquid, soaring through the ether.

Many were swept away in the accidental crossing of storms.

Some perished.

Others clung to their tiny crafts, their rafts, and found their way to other shores, thousands of miles from home.

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