MORGAN'S MOMENT...
E-mail can tug your heart…
Like one I just got…
     from a beach neighbor
     who checks our property.

A photo of Trilliums blossoming…
     my favorite flower
     along with lilacs.

We have Trilliums by millions
     but we're rarely there
     for their brilliant show.

Does a Trillium show beauty
     if no one stops for a moment
     to see it?

My friend took photos
     flowers carpeting the yard
     with one special close up.

I don't need to be there
     to know of their wonder
     and appreciate them.

The memory is embedded
      like so many things
      my eyes don't actually see.

My mind believes
      though I do not see
      and so I live the wonder.

“Blessed are those
      who have not seen
      yet still believe.”

— Art Morgan 

BOOK CORNER
If you haven't had experience with bi-polar disease (manic-depression) “An Unquiet Mind” by Kay Redfield Jamison, is a powerful introduction.
If you want an eye-opening picture of globalization of almost everything, Tom Friedman’s “The World is Flat,” is very readable and fascinating.
If you want a Rachel Carson type book about how to live on planet earth I highly recommend Jane Goodall’s “Harvest for Hope.
A River Lost – The Life and Death of the Columbia” by Blain Harden will inform and hurt your heart.

MOMENT MINISTRIES
Mar. 22, 2006

home address:  25921 SW Airport Ave.
Corvallis, OR 97333   541-753-3942
email at a-morgan@peak.org

EVOLUTION OR CREATIVE DESIGN?
That's a question I've asked myself with regard to what we do under the label of “Moment Ministries.” What was first thought might be a very short term activity has turned into a nearly 30-year adventure in ministry.
At first our big thing was a weekly Thursday night gathering. As people moved and drifted and got busy in other things, and as I have tried to cut back and act more “retired,” the gathering part of Moment Ministries has diminished. I always think I'm maybe one step away from not doing it.
The writing and mailing part was a lesser part of what we were doing, but as years have gone by this has evolved into the main thing that we do. This has been magnified, especially in the last 10 years or so, by the advent of email and internet capability. While we try to keep our mailing list at a moderate level, we find surprising continued interest in the blue sheet. We're not sure why. It has proven self-supporting all these years, which we appreciate.
The whole enterprise has kept me hustling to keep up on current scholarship and general reading. This week I am listing four books. If I don't list them as read I never get them reported at all.
The back pages emerge from whatever I happen to be thinking about that stirs me to write. I usually must choose between several back pages. I'm not yet sure which of the four before me will be the one. The choices are “Eating Local,” “Funerals,” “On Rest Areas,” and “The World is Flat.” If you are so interested in the one I don't print, let me know by e-mail and I’ll attach your request.
Along the same line, I don't think I've ever offered to send my brief summaries of the books I read. I do one for every book. It's not a formal review, but something I write on every book I read so I’ll remember what I read. Again, if one strikes your interest, e-mail me and I can easily attach your choice. I have a pile of them. They just as well get read.
The email aspect of what we do is another unexpected thing. You wouldn't believe the kinds of conversations I am having with you readers and others. Many are heart to heart “talks.” It is often more pastoral than those appointments I kept with people when I was in the church.
In addition to all of this we try to be present in times and places when it seems good for us to do so.
Is it evolution or creative design? Maybe it's all the same.

next big event ~~ EASTER 2006!
 
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FUNERALS

        I'm writing this on the first day of spring. The lilac outside my window is showing signs of emerging buds. It's the season of life. So I choose to write about funerals?
        I've attended a couple in the last three weeks. Other than that I've only watched some celebrity funerals on TV. Like I got up before dawn to see the Pope Paul funeral.
        It's not like I really like funerals. Goodness knows that I've done hundreds. From my view they are a lot of work. It was rare to spend less than 8 hours preparing for a funeral or memorial service. And the whole event was always draining. After a funeral I always felt a need to take the rest of the day off.
        The funerals I'm thinking of, including the last memorial service I did, were all quite different. From specifically religious to religion neutral. From very formal and liturgical, to quite informal. Unlike some traditions that hardly name the deceased in the service, all these were quite focused on the deceased.
        In the Rosa Parks and Coretta King funerals there was the vibrant, spirited, triumphant black American style. If you weren't familiar with that style it might seem out of place. Rush Limbaugh and other talk hosts criticized the King service in particular for being a “diatribe.” The speakers repeatedly lifted up the themes and causes of Coretta King's life, equality, freedom and justice for the poor, as well as the oppression that still exists in society and government policy toward marginalized people. Those kinds of churches expect their preachers to show some “soul” when addressing these issues. What would seem inappropriate in many situations was true to the tradition and faith and life of Coretta King.
        Celebrities, like Ronald Reagan and Pope Paul and Coretta King often orchestrate their own funerals. In each of those funerals you heard the particular values of the individual raised up by the various speakers. I suppose it would seem like “diatribe” if you did not share the values of the person, or were expecting a quieter and more somber approach. A number of services I've done were for people who told me what they wanted or did not want said or done in their service. At that point I didn't really care whether the congregation approved of it or not.
        One Baptist service we attended not long ago went on and on, with one preacher speaking four times in the service, all in praise of a man he had known for only four months. We were all glad he hadn't known him for four years! His speculations and tributes were a bit much. “Diatribe” might have been an appropriate word, but for that congregation and that family it was appropriate.
        We were in LaGrande for what we in the trade call a “mid-west” traditional funeral. It was perfectly fitting for our friend, Maxine, and her family and friends in that church. Quiet and dignified, which is what was wanted.
        Here in Corvallis, this past Sunday, we helped fill the Unitarian Church for a memorial to Charles Ross, Nancy Hathaway's dad, and Sean's granddad. It was a simple service with some classical piano music for meditation plus a series of well prepared speakers, including Nancy and Sean. It reflected Charlie's wit and kindness and character as well as his personal achievements and passions. There are those who don't like to hear about green belts and conservation and environmentalism and forest management. But these were Charlie's passions which I don't think a single speaker avoided. Rush would label these folks “enviro-whacko’s” and their use of a memorial service to speak of these things as a “diatribe.” Well, if you knew Charlie and what he did with his own life and wealth, you would know that his Memorial represented the values that he and Elsie had given their lives for. He kept at it into his 98th year.
        After the service I went outside and found a place where I could look up at what is known locally as “I-V Hill,” but now officially known as Chip Ross Park in memory of Charlie and Elise's son, Chip. I first met Charlie and Elsie when I had a part in the dedication of that beautiful spot. Developers had their eye on that hill which overlooked Corvallis, as they had eyes on all the green hills around. Charlie beat the developers to that hill and bought it for the city. Through the Green Belt Land Trust he founded, other such properties surrounding Corvallis have been purchased. Developers resent Greenbelters. Well, through his memorial service Charlie had one more chance to plead his case
        Funerals and Memorial Services are places where that happens sometimes. I could write another page full of different causes promoted. Some were declared less fervently than others. Some even choose not to have any personal cause declared. But if you've lived a life of passion you may not want to go gently into the grave. After all, it's your funeral.
                                ─ Art Morgan, First Day of Spring, 2006