dispatch from the springs

Once in my childhood days, long gone and dead,

I saw a supper table being spread by busy hands and eagerly I said,

“May I bring the bread?”

Gently, reprovingly, a kind voice said,

“Are your hands clean?”

I could only bow my head.

I don’t know where that came from, except that my brother used it in one on his youth sermons at church when we were growing up. He was 16 or 17, I was 10 or 11. I guess that it had something to do with worthiness. But there must have been some Christian context.

Does Jesus judge my worthiness? My peers? Myself?

How is it that as we transit our lives, moving from one thing, one plan, one chapter to the next; facing, enduring, hurting, enjoying but never experiencing all good or all bad? How is it that we survive to reach the point in the twilight of our lives that our situation is better than it’s ever been, too good really, but still not good enough?

Learning how to use this communication, I’ve added pages for the Priesmeyers and Spongs, links to the work that Kurt had done. Needing a way to continue that work has led to “Dispatch from The Springs”..

1968 was a helluva year by any measure. War, political turmoil, civil unrest, assasinations, the marriage of Nancy Morris and Eric Johnson on June 7, marking the beginning of a remarkable 50 years of marriage. This seeks to examine and show what was, what is and what is to come. The Mystery, The Majesty, the Mastery.