Hi, y'all --

That's right, I said y'all - please forgive my recently acquired suthun (southern) accent - I just returned from the Land of Love Bugs. Yes, indeed. Fairhope, Alabama is inundated with these bugs that I found myself swatting around until my sister said, "Kathy, just leave them alone, they are harmless. They are called Love Bugs." Sure enough, these bugs mate constantly. So, you never see these bugs alone....always two together as they fly around! Interesting....

Not to bother you with rambling, (clue - next part is rambling - to skip the rambling, scroll immediately to the bottom of this e-mail!), but it was quite interesting to go as far as Fairhope, Alabama - never been there before. It is on the Gulf of Mexico, and so gets some hurricane activity usually during the year, although Fairhope was "lucky" in that Ike chose Galveston, TX, instead this time around. Fairhope was established in an attempt to create a Utopian environment, especially economically, with very low tax rates, and one utility payment per household (made to the City of Fairhope). The City boasts a highly educated community - the Unitarian minister there, Celeste, said that in their small congregation, there are 7 published authors and the average education is a Master's Degree. With my father there, we expressed surprise that they would allow him to bring the average down.... (that is a joke and he got it!). :) The upshot is that you can have a whole lot of knowledge and yet without a greater purpose, your knowledge leads you nowhere. I actually did think about the Truth Project and my enthusiasm for it, and asked God to temper my desire for more and more knowledge. As Pastor Bob expressed today, "graceless truth repels people from Christianity."

One thing I had completely forgotten about until this trip was the art of socialization in the south, and how the ladies of the south epitomize the art of hospitality. It truly seemed an art form to me this time around, and actually, I am a little envious of it. I feel like a bull in a china shop in comparison with my "let's bottom-line it" approach to things! Thank God for His creating us all uniquely and with different gifts.

The opening to the show of my mother's artwork was pretty small, though she really got a good writeup in the local paper. The church did wonderful little hors d'oevres for the reception, probably the most unique of which was mini-reubens. Quite good. As I said the hospitality was wonderful, and many of the ladies stopped to chat about the artwork. Their dresses, hats, sunglasses, and manners were welcome. Quite charming in a rather sophisticated way actually.

On Saturday as we were driving home from the coffee shop, I noticed a sign for a Christian Church down a pretty road, so I determined to go there on Sunday.

I got up on Sunday, and was putzing around the kitchen, and noticed "The Hallelujah Diet" book was on the island....I asked my sister Karen if that was hers and she said it was. I thought that was interesting and she said, "You know, Kathy, the Bible says you should be a vegetarian." I just grinned and said I wasn't too sure about that but I'd be interested in hearing what scriptures she thought indicated that. I did tell her I was reading Daniel, told she and her husband about Daniel, and how vegetarianism benefitted Daniel and his 3 cohorts for sure.

So, I took off for church. At least 2 ladies greeted me as I sat waiting for the service to start. This was a small, traditional church, and I was getting some attention as I observed out of the corners of my eyes. Amusing. They provide attendance numbers on their handout, and the week prior there were 89 in attendance. I would guess there were maybe 50 on this particular Sunday. What was funny to me, though, was the scripture that the Pastor had chosen to talk about - Romans 14:1-12. I won't make you look it up:

1Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. 2One man's faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. 3The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. 4Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.

5One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. 6He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. 7For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. 8If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

9For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. 10You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God's judgment seat. 11It is written:
" 'As surely as I live,' says the Lord,
'every knee will bow before me;
every tongue will confess to God.' "^[a] 12So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God.

13Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way. 14As one who is in the Lord Jesus, I am fully convinced that no food^[b] is unclean in itself. But if anyone regards something as unclean, then for him it is unclean.

Given the conversation with Karen that morning, I found the fact that this scripture was chosen very, very funny. And you better believe I shared that with her when I got home! She didn't look all that impressed, although I do think she considered it seriously when I pointed out the Bible is a pretty big book and the odds of the church I visited to pick a scripture entirely relevant to our discussion (vegetarianism vs. meat-eating) slim to none. I will say it would be far easier to be a vegetarian in Fairhope where vegetables and fruits are very, very flavourful, and far less expensive. :)

But their purpose at that church was not so funny. They have been trying to select a senior pastor and have not been able to come to agreement. I won't bore you with the rest of the details, but I do like their signature mission: "In essentials, unity; in non-essentials, liberty; in all things, love." The sermon certainly admonished me in some ways.

Ghosts

Sober up, you drunks!

Get in touch with reality—and weep!
Your supply of booze is cut off.
You're on the wagon, like it or not.
My country's being invaded
by an army invincible, past numbering,
Teeth like those of a lion,
fangs like those of a tiger.
It has ruined my vineyards,
stripped my orchards,
And clear-cut the country.
The landscape's a moonscape.
Joel 1:5-7 The Message

Ghosts

What a beautiful day here in Fairhope, Alabama. My sister Karen, her husband Kurt, and I went down to the shores of the ocean today. Fairhope is very hot and humid right now, and the vegetation is quite lush, though the flowers have lost much of their intense lustre. We saw herons, cranes, geese, ducks and seagulls as we meandered along the shoreline. That is what y'all do in the south, hear, you meander or stroll by the seashore.

We walked on the sparsely populated beach - this is not "the" beach to be seen at since it is quite a narrow beach, but rather one just used for walking and enjoying the scenery. We chose to walk the large pier into Mobile Bay. As we walked the pier, the wind kicked up and I thanked God for the breeze that was such a relief. Men were fishing - mostly throwing out fishing nets all along the pier, and I asked one what fish he had in his net and he said "mullet". I thanked him, and he said, "Yes ma'am." The charming drawl sounded like music to my ears.

We continued on and came to a restaurant selling fried fish. Posted on one of the windows, there was an advertisement for some sailboat for sale for $150,000. Just beyond the restaurant, I heard it. It was a very creepy sound. A low moaning, groaning sound in the wind. Actually, the sound was coming from the wind whistling through the masts of several boats docked at the pier. It was a sound that will repeat itself more frequently as the economy continues to slide. Ghosts.

Lord, I pray for our country tonight. I pray for an awareness of how far away we are from real community, real purpose, real meaning. I pray for a spirit of repentance to enter the hearts of these people. That before it is too late, we are shaken out of the sleeping, drunken state to which we have adhered to for years already.

Journey to Fairhope - Leg 1

Hi! I am sitting in the Minneapolis Airport right now knowing you are already pining for my presence. LOL. I am very tired, but excited, after a very short night spent on my friend Evy’s couch! I was up at 4:15 am and I’m glad I got to the airport early, because I was able to snag emergency exit row seats for the next two legs of my flight….

I have already had a very interesting day….

The shuttle from the Westin downtown was full, but it drags a taxicab along with it, so I hopped in that with some ladies who were leaving a conference for Women’s Shelters that was held in Edmonton. I met a lady from Charleston, SC and another from San Franciso, CA. The taxi driver was from an African nation, and was not very perceptive……he asked the ladies if they learned how to “squeeze men more” at their conference. How embarrassing from an Edmontonian perspective. We picked up a young and obviously drinking young man as well, and then drive to the airport included hitting a curb, and some farting, and some other wonderful experiences. The lady from San Francisco, though, was a little pistol – she made the driver turn down the radio and garnered his respect shortly after his faux pas. At the airport, she said to me, “That was worse than some third world experiences….”. Think about that – a woman who runs a battered women’s shelter in San Francisco was saying how bad our experience was. Perspective. Mayor Mandel, clean it up if you want to be a world class city.

I arrived ½ hour before I could even check in at the airport! So, I chatted with a guy from Tyco, which was really interesting because a firm I worked for in Washington, D.C., (Dames & Moore) had a business relationship with Tyco (which was then EarthTech). That guy was a techie guru, and looked up several spots for me to visit in Fairhope from the Blackberry he was carrying. Very nice guy from Baton Rouge – beautiful accent.

I met another couple who was flying Northwest from Edmonton, to Minneapolis, to Toronto, because it was cheaper than flying Canadian airlines!!! Go figure.

And finally, this little old lady in a wheelchair and her attendant who were flying to New York to take a cruise. The lady was 87 years old, I believe, and planning on living a lot longer so she could take more trips!!! They had trouble with their travel agent, so I gave them my travel agent’s name…..always good to drum up more business for your travel agent. J

I have to say that when I arrived here in Minneapolis, I felt a little heart tug of home….more in terms of cleanliness of the facilities than anything else. I LOVE toilet seat covers!!! Really, I do!

But the perspective is way off – the mall here at the airport has hired a harpist to play in one of the aisles…..a piano playing some lovely classical music is playing on its own in another…..I feel like I have traveled to a land in the height of decadence in that regard. Interesting, for sure.

So, I may very well get bored in Memphis, too, and may e-mail you from there! Who knows what can happen….hopefully, I haven’t bored you with my e-mail!

See you soon!