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A lesson from the sea: The view from Glass Beach

Steve · August 27, 2010 · 4 Comments

“You make everything glorious. And I am yours. What does that make me?”

– David Crowder

Here’s what I learned today standing on a beach in Fort Bragg, California: Even if time can’t heal all wounds, it at least can make even the seeming dregs of our lives beautiful. Just add water and an overwhelming force.

While it may seem unbelievable in today’s more environmentally conscious society, for many of the decades of the 20^th century, the people of Fort Bragg threw their household garbage over the cliffs and into the sea. They threw their garbage and their old cars and appliances. And they threw their discarded glass bottles. Lots of them.

How to celebrate an anniversary dinner in 14 easy steps…

Steve · August 27, 2010 · 2 Comments

1. Get fresh shrimp and peppers to go with the pasta. Get some good local (Mendocino) wine.

2. Get the hot tub hot.

3. Eat a quiet dinner, just the two of you.

4. Go outside to the hot tub.

Excuse me, but you seem to have a plank in your eye

Steve · July 11, 2010 · 2 Comments

Detail of angel, St. Louis Cathedral. Photo by Steve Givens

“Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye?” Matthew 7:2

“So be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us…” Ephesians 5:1-2

Here’s a truth we Christians need to hear: For many non-Christians, one of the biggest obstacles to becoming believers is not theological. The obstacle is not an inability to comprehend or believe the Christian salvation story. The biggest blockage in their path to faith is how they see the Christians around them acting. For we can be our own worst witnesses of faith.

Obviously, some people choose to believe in other faiths or in nothing at all. But the truth is, many people choose not to believe in the teachings of Christianity (or perhaps have left the faith of their childhood and family tradition) because they can’t see themselves as part of a group that so often preaches against its own core teachings of love and forgiveness by the way it acts.
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Another World Cup: Some thoughts on the beautiful game

Steve · June 12, 2010 · 4 Comments

jonsoccer — Juggling in a circle. Jon Givens, center. Photo by Steve Givens

It’s the first Saturday in “World Cup Time” and I am watching Argentina and Nigeria play as I write this. Later today…USA v. England in one of the most anticipated soccer games of the last four years.

Soccer is, indeed, “the beautiful game,” and I love the physicality and grace of the players and the overall flow of the match. I love the beauty and the brutality of the competition. I never played organized soccer growing up, although I played with and to some extent learned the game from the Catholic kids in my north St. Louis neighborhood. In the 60s in St. Louis, just about nobody played soccer except the Catholic kids, for whom soccer was the “eighth sacrament.” So I learned to kick the ball around and watched the Sunday morning PBS games from Germany on our tiny black & white television.

But I didn’t really become a fan until we lived in England in the mid-1990s, and it was there that I was introduced to the likes of the Premiere League and Manchester United, the poet/philosopher/rowdy Eric Cantona, and the great England national team of that era. I was hooked.

Memorial Day: Elegy Written in Thomas Gray’s Country Churchyard

Steve · May 31, 2010 · 3 Comments

Here’s a poem I wrote about 15 years ago when we were living just west of London in Buckinghamshire. Only a short drive from our house in Gerrard’s Cross was a little village called Stoke Poges, whose claim to fame is a beautiful little country churchyard in which the English poet Thomas Gray reportedly wrote his most well-known poem, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” which begins with these lines:

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I visited the churchyard occasionally to experience the peace, beauty and quiet of both the churchyard and St. Giles Church, part of which dates to the Saxon era. On one visit, this poem emerged, a reflection on the death of my father just a few years before.