Monday, September 8, 2008

Monday Morning Rant 54

As I sat in the pew awaiting the serving of the emblems this morning, I finally understood the meaning of “sanctuary.” The only sounds had been the hymns, the challenging sermon delivered by Steve Kendall, several prayers by the elders and the occasional sound of a baby or a child who temporarily forgot his pre-church instructions. It was a time to sit and reflect on the marvelous gifts our Lord has provided. I was at peace.

There is a temptation to become distracted by the affairs in the news of wars and rumors of wars; impending natural disaster which threaten our fellow citizens; and the constant clatter of commenters, pundits, and other “know-it-alls” attempting to direct our thinking. All of this was put aside to enjoy the morning with my fellow believers and to contemplate the possible result of His sacrifice.

In dinner conversation after church, I’m afraid I greatly distressed one of my companions by mentioning in conversation the fact of a 40,000,000 death toll in the forty years since the enactment of Roe V. Wade. Somehow, this quantification of the cost of this Supreme Court decision had never been brought to her attention. I was happy when she assured me she was upset by the facts of the matter and not the messenger. That aside, the general peace of the day was welcome and left me ill prepared to enthusiastically blow off steam on one subject or another. But—I’ll try. . .


We have become accustomed to open mikes and TV cameras removing any vestige of privacy for those who appear in public. In most cases it serves only the purpose of supporting evidence for one more vicious political attack. In this case it served as the basis for one of the most endearing moments I have seen on television. It has also provided an opportunity to satirize a now-famous and very annoying TV commercial.

Most important, it demonstrates a loving, caring, big sister emulating her mother to put her little brother in the best possible light. It would be impossible to stage this overt display of love. Click on it and enjoy a golden moment in television.

More YouTube

I really don’t know what to make of this. The interview is pretty straightforward but the mistake (?) shows up like a gravy stain on a tux shirt. I am certain it will be spun, twirled, re-phrased and excused away. But the facts remain as you will see when you watch the extremely short video segment. Even Stephenopolus was quick to correct him.

Over my life I have known a legion of Christian men and women and I can not imagine any single one of them making this sort of gaffe. This is not only political stupidity; it is an affront to Jesus Christ. This will really nail down that evangelical vote.

One Canadian Gets it!

I’ll let this quote stand on its own

“North of the Border, Andrew Coyne at Macleans isn't necessarily predisposed to liking Palin, but he admits he witnessed something very impressive, calling her "the best natural speechmaker since Reagan. It was that good. No, she’s not qualified, and the substance was thin, but my God — that was perhaps the greatest bit of political theatre I have ever witnessed. Her critics in the media and in the opposition may regret having piled on quite so enthusiastically, and with so little heed for who they hurt — or angered. Watching the tumultuous, ecstatic reaction in the hall, I was reminded of the famous words of the Admiral Yamamoto after Pearl Harbour: 'I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant, and fill him with a terrible resolve.'"

More views on a peaceful day

Under the influence of a wonderful worship service and fellowship with sterling companions I noticed that my mind was able to embrace far more of the beauty on the drive (70 miles) home from church. Here in the Ozarks, and even in Oklahoma, there are huge clusters of long stemmed daisies (?) which line the roadsides in early fall. Their huge yellow heads with accumulated weight overcome the strength of the stem and bob and weave in the slightest breeze and provide a delightful spectacle.

If that were not enough, I found a capable preacher on the radio dial who shared a discussion of the body of believers and compared it to the various parts of the body. He emphasized through the analogy the necessity of avoiding the conceit of thinking your part is more important than any other claiming an affinity to the pancreas without which the heart and the brain are useless.. It was a delight.

I hit the “seek” button and located a lengthy performance on the Wanamaker Organ—the world’s largest operating—from Philadelphia. This benign monster has parts distributed over seven floors of Macy’s Department store, 28,482 pipes, six keyboards, floor pedals and a complex array of controls comparable to a 747. The expert at the keyboard (s?) extracted divine music which sounded more like a 100 instrument symphony than any mechanical device I have ever heard.. The organist, Peter Richard Conte performed the Symphonie-Passion, a composition reflecting Christ’s final days before the ascension. The result was to place a crown on an otherwise perfect day.

My prayer for you is to exceed my experiences on this beautiful day. You deserve it.

In His abiding love,

Cecil Moon

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Cec,

I tried to leave this comment at Jan's blog but could not leave the comment for some reason. If you like you can pass this on to her.

Love you both!


This is just a reminder a loving reminder that there is the Constitutional party for a choice in voting, if the two main party candidates turn your tummy as they do mine. Sara may win the prize for John but will have no real power. But then again she might actually be able to accomplish what she did in Alaska, work against even the wayward republicans to return liberties to the people.



This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.

Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'

(Lucy Burns)

They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

(Dora Lewis)

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because- -why, exactly?

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'