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Notes from the Waxhaws

Something on the wind

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A quiet, cool day here in the Waxhaws. The weather, unsettled…a gentle rain off and on again…the sky gray and moody. A good day for reading. I finished The True Icon, by Paul Badde, his ruminations on the Shroud of Turin, as well as the  lesser known Veil of Manoppello, both believed by some to portray the true likeness of Jesus Christ. He doesn’t attempt to prove or disprove the authenticity of these images, which many say “…are not made by the hand of man”.  Instead, he asks the simple question…what does it mean if, in fact, these are the real thing…how would they have affected Christianity from its very beginnings until the present?

And that led me to begin Rag and Bone: A Journey Among the World’s Holy Dead, by Peter Manseau…a look into the strange history of relics and the intersection of faith and physical objects…such as toes, tongues, bones, and other assorted  body parts. I know…it sounds like strange reading (Someone…please save me from my Kindle with its one-click buying).

So…I was in another world for most of the day. Taken back to the empty tomb on that fateful morning so long ago…empty except for the two strange cloths that were left behind, and that when seen by Peter and John, caused them to believe (John 20:1-10). And then…set on a quite different path…thinking about how saints, mystics, and sages have continued to provide solace and consolation to believers long after they have departed this earth.

When I later ventured outside with the dogs…the cool misty air enveloped me. The grass…which hasn’t yet been cut this season…is somehow looking very beautiful. A wild turkey is flushed from the tall grass by the dogs’ barking…rises…flapping its wings and escaping into the woods. There’s a sweet scent of something on the wind…clover…or maybe honeysuckle (which was Sharon’s favorite…her birthday is this coming Wednesday).

It’s now late in the afternoon, as I sit writing this post. The sun is breaking through the clouds, which are now a heavy dark gray against a deep indigo blue sky. There are diamond-like water droplets on every leaf and blade of grass, each reflecting, like tiny prisms, the brilliant rays of the sun…hidden for most of the day. A Carolina wren is happily singing outside… while inside I’m listening to the Lux Aeterna by Morten Lauridsen.

It was a good day…

4 Responses

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  1. What a beautifully written post.

    Christopher C. Randolph

    April 22, 2012 at 6:49 pm

  2. Good reads for any day, but especially a Sunday. I better get crack-a-lacking on my Kindle….yes, I hear you, a bit too easy to shop. Happy Birthday to Sharon, although I’m quite sure she is celebrating every day.

    Patti Grace

    April 22, 2012 at 10:25 pm

    • Yes…I’m sure she is. Thanks Patti.

      Jim

      April 23, 2012 at 7:20 am


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