MORGAN'S MOMENT...
    “We want a celebration
          of his life
          they said.
    Its the norm these days’
          in the funeral business
          to have memorial celebrations.
    Fine with me
         and generally realistic
         and healthy.
    I'm good at relaxing a crowd…
         getting things organized
         making it all work.
    So I'm going along
         fitting participants in
         with a practiced eye on folks.
    Sure enough someone
         (a granddaughter, I think)
         is not celebrating.
    She's trying unsuccessfully
         to keep a welling up grief
         from overflowing.
    Its her only grampa
         were all telling stories about
         with smiles instead of tears.
    Someday she'll join
         in celebrating the life
         of her special person.
    But on this day
         the only way she can think of him
         is with tears.                   - Art Morgan
MOMENT MINISTRIES           Nov. 15, 1999
25921 SW Airport Ave.   Corvallis, OR 97333   541-753-3942
email at  a-morgan@peak.org

THURSDAY NIGHT ‘MOMENT’
Yes!  The Thursday ‘Moment’ for November is going to happen!
November 18!
People will be coming for sure. We will have a quorum!
Gather at 6; eat a great Potluck at 6:30.
Thanksgiving music and thoughts.
PRE-CHRISTMAS
SUNDAY BRUNCH
December 5
at Nancy and Greg's
3230 NW Garfield Ave

A festive and fun beginning of the Christmas Season.  We light a Christmas Candle, share a festive brunch, then sing Christmas songs with Paul and the Moment Musicians.

(This is published early so out-of town people can schedule, and so guests may be invited.  All are welcome of course.)

STUDIO OPEN HOUSE
Linda and company are holding a 
Holiday Open House at their studios
10 – 2, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 20TH
340 SW 2nd Street
Upstairs (Across from Old World Deli)
THANKSGIVING TO WHOM OR WHAT?
Those for whom the notion of a Divine Grandfather in the Sky kind of God, who dishes up generous portions to His favored ones no longer works, must wonder how to do Thanksgiving. The notion of such a God fielding the power surge of thanksgivings all on one day brings a smile. The important thing is to never lose the sense of gratitude and to allow expressions of gratitude for such graces as life offers. Thanksgiving is the purest form of prayer.
the back page
A THANKSGIVING FLY STORY
      This is not, alas, about the insect kind of fly. It is about the zipper kind.
      Every man has fly stories. Some have phobias.  Everyone knows what it means when someone says, “Your barn door is open.” 
      It happens.
      In the clergy business there are similar worries and jokes.  Like explaining why clergy wear robes.  Or the last word to the groomsmen before heading on stage for the wedding: “Check your fly.”  Everyone laughs, but does a zipper check anyway. (I wonder whether women clergy offer this final kind word?)
      On with my latest story.
      The memorial service was about to begin. The preliminary music was already started. I checked in to the men's room for “a final.” All set, except the zipper came apart. I was agap. I laughed, but only briefly and not loudly. I peered out the door and spied the funeral director coming out of a back room.
      “I have an emergency.” 
      He was hearing the last notes of the preliminary music. His eyes went big and his face white.  We ducked into the room where ministers are supposed to pray and gather themselves prior to services. 
     “My zipper broke. I need a pin or something.”
     I figured that funeral directors had experience putting people together.  I hoped for a straight pin, or better, a safety pin. I feared a thumbtack. He thought he could find one. I dared not ask where he looked.
      He came back with safety pins that I went about installing in place of the busted zipper. (Try installing a safety pin on the inside of your trousers while wearing them!)  Fortunately, my stomach still has some suck in it.  I made a pretty good emergency fix, if I do say so myself.
      I made my entrance, no one the wiser, although I suspected the funeral director was chuckling it up with his staff in the front office while I led the service.
      I was tempted to tell the folks what had just happened.  The subject of the day was a gentleman widely known in local theater. Those folks have fly stories too. They understand such foibles, failures and phobias. I was afraid I might draw attention away from the event of the day, so passed an opportunity to give folks something to remember of what I said.
      The fix was so good that I attended the reception at the home as well as a lecture on campus following. 
      When I got home to tell Jean, she laughed at my situation and marveled at my successful solution to a difficult situation.
      There should probably be some moral or word of theological significance in this. I would welcome suggestions. 
      It did occur to me that some of the most interesting things that happen in church, and weddings and funerals go unseen. Sometimes the best part of the service goes on before it happens.
      The truth is that a fatal fly was never my main phobia or nightmare about getting up to speak.  My fear was of having nothing to say. There's no safety pin to fix that. Fortunately, most of our fears never happen. 
      Oh, about Thanksgiving. I'm going to be thankful for safety pins! 
Art Morgan, Nov. 15, 1999