Tuesday

I 

want 

you 

to be 

free 

from 

anxieties. 

2 Corinthians 7:31

Keakelakula Bay on the Big Island 

Gregory the Great, 604

Surely, 

it is God 

who saves me; 

I will trust 

in him 

and not 

be afraid. 

For the 
Lord is
my stronghold and my sure defense
and he will be my Savior.
Canticle 9: Ecce, Deus

Lighthouse on the way to Kailua on Oahu 

The Collect for the Third Sunday of Lent

God, 

you 

know 

we 

have 

no power 

in 

our-selves 

to help our-selves... keep us both outwardly 

in our bodies and inwardly in our souls... 

 It is no small feat, no quick trick to begin to grow 

through the lava rock of the Big Island of Hawai’i. 

The Commemoration of John and Charles Wesley

Oh, 
that 
I had 
the 
wings 
of 
a 
dove!


I  would fly away and be at rest. 
Psalm 55:8
               Christ whose glory fills the skies; 
                         Christ the true, the only Light. 
               Sun of righteousness, arise! 
                          triumph o’er the shades of night: 
               Dayspring from on high, draw near, 
                           Day-star, in my heart appear..
                                       Hymn by Charles Wesley

Friday Evening Prayer

Jesus went out again by the sea... As he was walk-ing along, he saw Levi and he said to him “Follow me.” (Mark 2:13-14)  

I was so excited to use this picture that I had found on Dottie T’s Facebook page after her trip to Brazil.... The trouble was, when I went to look up the exact wording of the passage it said that Levi was SITTING AT THE TAX BOOTH! So much for fishermen and fishing boats.... We’re not talkin’ Andrew or James or John or Peter. Oh well, chalk it up to poetic license... it’s been a long and a hard day. 

 Jesus WAS walking BY the sea and surely there WERE fishing boats nearby...  And who knows but these could BE Peter’s or John’s boats... They ARE for sale after all!  As The Tomato Vendetta by Mason Williams says  “this is not a true tale, but who needs truth  if it’s dull?” 

The Tomato Vendetta – Mason Williams (1964)

Album: Hand Made (1964)

This song’s about the Tomato Vendetta, 

and the tale of a man who let a

Hate for tomatoes cause him strife,

He lost his job, wife, home, car, kids, and life.

He’d go downtown to buy some groceries,

He went because his family was hungry,

He always bought red meat and potatoes

But he wouldn’t touch those ugly tomatoes…

He didn’t know why he hated tomatoes,

They were just as ugly as far as ugly goes, 

There in the store, when no-one was watchin’,

He’d set melons on them and laugh at their squashin’.

One night after shopping and on his way home,

His loathing for tomatoes cut to the bone,

He just couldn’t stand the strain any more,

He vowed to destroy the Tomato Horde.

He turned around, and viciously hopin’

The grocery stores would still be open,

His eyes grew cold, for he was a man,

Whose Moment of Truth lay close at hand.

All over town, in every store, 

Tomatoes were hurt and spilled on the floor,

Big melons, and turkeys, and large sacks of grits,

Were dumped on their sections to mash them to bits.

At the last store he finished his plan,

But on his way out, a delivery van,

Full of big ripe Tomatoes drove in and hit him,

Tomato Vendetta had claimed its victim.

The incident of the Tomato Vendetta,

Caused a sensation that was something that the

Public could relish, and readily snatch-up,

Popularly known as the t-o-m-a-t-o k-e-t-c-h-u-p….

So I guess after all that the song isn't even  not the Tomato vendetta!  That's the kind of a day it's been all right., But it IS another Mason William's song. I'm sure. 

Oh that today you would hearken to his voice. 

                                   Psalm 95/The Venite

                                                                       A Kirk Johnson picture 

St David of Wales c.544

  grant that in all the cares

and occupations of our life, we may not forget you, but may ever remember 

that we are walking in your sight. 

Collect for Guidance. 
                                                  Photograph by Anne Gabele

St David of Wales