shopping

my new working shoes. as J1 says, it makes for a rather eccentric look, but what the hey. HOM has his reservations.

the risen Son

the heir... through whom the worlds are made... the radiance of glory... the express image... who sustains... who purifies... who sits at God's right hand. (heb 1)

not possible, my friend says, to get her head around these. nor mine. yet in an utterly inadequate imperfect way we gather that this is he who went to the cross. who do you say i am? he asks. only with the scales dropped can i say you are the Christ, son of the living God.

end of the beginning

the piano gets an adjustment to its pedal touch pitch and dehumidifier.

this, as always, is the final step in the repatriation.

after this we officially settle into our home.

old wine

some friendships grow on common interests. some grow on fond regard. some grow over years or in spite of them.

may you have a couple of these to rejoice in. sláinte.

inequality

his Son, whom he has appointed heir of all things, through whom also he made the worlds; 

... the brightness of his glory and the express image of his person ...

- heb 1:2-3

he went to gethsemane. talk about GINI coefficients.

op. raleigh

J1 returns from his trip to tanzania. it's been some time. he's full of stories and photographs and names and swahili words. his new friendships span several continents. his luggage is still in africa, together with his mefloquine.

he visited an african church service, he says. the amazing thing was to realize that church in a totally different part of the world among a totally different people in an absolutely different language is still church.

good trip, he says. it's a good trip i think when your heart is stretched and your eyes widen a little more than before.

tax season 2

it's over. as assuredly as the sun rises from the east, it will return.

stuff like this keeps you on your toes and on the edge.