Pastor’s Blog

October 27, 2018

The NSAC Convention ended two weeks ago. Having caught up on most of my work, celebrated my own birthday and that of Sue Blessing’s 90th birthday, and returned from the Soroptimist Fall Meeting in Tucson, I want to begin my blog—yes, here am I entering the 21st century. This morning while meditating, a topic arose that surprised me because I really had not planned on talking about it, but Spirit truly moved me to spend some time on it.

I was considering the parents of my friend Sydney who has been so kind to me. Paul and June had lived in Prescott. I never knew her birth mother Joan, but I thought how wonderful these people were to bring into the world such a wonderful person and raise her to be so generous, open, and spiritual. I considered Betty’s parents—I had only met her mother once or twice but remember how she had a kitten who scratched her arms viciously. Then I thought of my own parents. If I thought so highly of Sydney’s and Betty’s parents, certainly I would consider my own parents of the highest quality. Spirit was definitely testing me here.

How easy it is to look at other people and marvel at their good attributes, their positive aspects, and all the good things they do—of course, we only see their best side when we are at a public gathering or event. But we should not let that fact diminish the positive elements of anyone. We all have those negative elements that are part of who we are. Those are the aspects of a person we just need to overlook at times. So I thought of people I loved and cared for—and who also could make me angry at times—and thought of their parents, and then reflected on my own.

I know I didn’t always honor my parents—at 14 I was determined to move out—as long as I could return for meals and rides to school if I missed the bus. But then my father passed quite suddenly, and life changed in our households. I learned the importance of keeping your insurance current and the necessity of a will—especially when you think you have nothing because we all do. Every day, I say special prayers of love and honor for my parents—they deserve them.

Blog for Nov. 19, 2018

Today is November 19, the beginning of Thanksgiving week. Many people are thinking about the upcoming days off for the holiday, others are planning for the meal, while others are figuring out the travel time and various routes for the visits to family and friends. Yes, it’s a busy time. But I am thinking of all the people who are reflecting on those who are not here. My father passed suddenly from a heart attack just before Thanksgiving—I was 14. It was not a happy day for my mother. We certainly cannot control all the events in our life. At Thanksgiving, I always think of people like my mother experiencing the absence of loved ones by whatever means.

Being a Spiritualist has helped me so much to connect with my loved ones, and I try to share that connection with others when I can. Spiritualism offers that marvelous insight and knowledge that we can continue to communicate with all those special people in our lives. Just recently I learned that a very special professor I had in college had passed.

Sr. Helen Thompson had a way of teaching that was down to earth and real to life. I understood her, and when she spoke, I felt like she was speaking to me. Who would believe that a course on the History and Philosophy of Education would make such a difference in my life? Maybe it wasn’t the course so much as the professor who took advantage of the discussion to teach us to be open and accepting and unafraid of trying new things to help others understand. Sister spoke of the glass cages we put up around us to protect us from being hurt, but which also keep us from ever being loved. Wow! I had to stop and think. There was a powerful lesson there. I would be working on that lesson for a few years, but I owe a great debt to Sr. Helen. She also taught me other important lessons of life—oh, and I did pass that class!

This Thanksgiving, let us thank all those people who were our teachers—parents, professors, tutors, coworkers, and, yes, even our children whose insights and innocence help us understand and appreciate the nuances of life. By the same token, let us not be afraid to share our

insights and show our innocence. With so much that is new and changing in this world, there is much we are innocent of when approaching some of the new technologies and techniques around us. We are one, so let us share the love, the support, and the compassionate care of the holiday.