Archive for April, 2019


4.28.19 … “How oft, in making music, we have found A new dimension in the world of sound As worship moved us to a more profound Alleluia!”

Faith traditions, music and spirituality, Roswell Presbyterian Church:

I’m in Atlanta this weekend, and this morning I went with my sister and her husband to the 8:15 am service in the historic sanctuary at Roswell Presbyterian Church. The Senior Minister is Jeff Meyers. Jeff served in college and young adult ministry at my childhood church, North Avenue Presbyterian Church, for many years. I love old sanctuaies and this one was built in the 1840s. Reminding me of attending church at a small Methodist church with my grandmother, the people mingled and talked before the worship in this beautiful space.

Roswell Presbyterian Church was built similar in design to that of the New England meetinghouse. It was very much like the Midway Congregational Church on the Georgia coast, where many of the early Roswell families and their ancestors were members. Both churches had box pews, raised pulpits, and galleries for slave members.
Source: RPC History — Welcome to Roswell Presbyterian Church,

In Charlotte I always attend church alone since I have no family members who attend, and it was nice to talk about faith issues on the way there, to share Sunday Worship and then to unwind afterwards and continue our conversation incorporating thoughts from the service over breakfast.

On the way there, we discussed how people who are musically inclined, whether they be singers or instrument players, have another “language” to which they experience spirituality.

During the service, we sang Hymn 641, When in Our Music God is Glorified …

When in our music God is glorified,

And adoration leaves no room for pride,

It is as though the whole creation cried:


How oft, in making music, we have found

A new dimension in the world of sound

As worship moved us to a more profound


So has the Church, in liturgy and song,

In faith and love, through centuries of wrong,

Borne witness to the truth in ev’ry tongue:


And did not Jesus sing a psalm that night

When utmost evil strove against the light?

Then let us sing, for whom he won the fight:


Let ev’ry instrument be tuned for praise;

Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise,

And may God give us faith to sing always:


Afterwards we drove around Roswell, and I saw Mimosa Hall, the family home of a childhood acquaintance (and the home to her family since the 1870s) who recently sold it to the City of Roswell. (Source: Sally Hansell grew up in Roswell’s Mimosa Hall | Archives |, I actually visited Sally there with my friend Marty when we were in high school and Sally was in college. I remember the beautiful entrance drive. It is the same today. Her family is tied to the historic families of the church.

And then I just saw this …

and this …

“Music reaches parts of the brain that other things can’t. It’s a strong cognitive stimulus that grows the brain in a way that nothing else does, and the evidence that musical training enhances things like working memory and language is very robust.”

-Catherine Loveday, University of Westminster



4.26.19 … Will I bother you?

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, The Cathedral of St. Philip-Atlanta GA:

Will I bother you? Rarely do I share a labyrinth. But as I walked up, there was a man dressed in camouflage pants and army boots sitting in the center. I was worried that I might distract him. So I held back for a few minutes.

And I was struck by the sound of wind in fully leafed out trees.

There was a woman with puppy circling around and a few other people passing through space, including one woman with bright orange hair.

I found myself going from cool and warm depending on the wind. The heat was strong when the gusts of cool wind died down.

And the birds were chattering.

I talked with the man walking. It was his first walk and it was clearly a moving experience. I shared my labyrinth story. We hugged.

On the way out I missed a turn …



4.24.19 … “History Reimagined”

Driving Mama Lindsey

Wednesday, we had a mission: to get her new hearing aids checked. But of course we could get a ride in as we fulfilled our mission.

We headed south from Lenbrook and avoided Peachtree by going via Old Ivy and Habersham. We did a quick detour down Karland by the house where both my grandmother’s siblings lived at different points. I always thought that interesting.

Once at E. Rivers, we turned north and did a spin around the Duck Pond. We were both disappointed because we saw only one duck and he was swimming alone in the pond.

It only took a few minutes at the audiologist’s and once again. Mom “could hear me now!” Modern technology is amazing.

From near Piedmont, we continued south with a quick spin through Brookwood Hills, Brighton, Camden, Wakefield and Palisades today. There is a home tour this weekend, “History Reimagined”. If I am here, I would love to go. Hello to all!

And then we went down Collier … how big will Piedmont Hospital be when they finish? … to Northside (by Bitsy Grant and Bobby Jones), back up the hill to Peachtree Battle, then Habersham, Cherokee, Andrews, cutting over to Valley, and back to Habersham to retrace our steps home.

We talked about how beautiful Atlanta is. And I asked my mom what was her favorite city other than Atlanta. Her response… Macon. She’s definitely in a phase where she cherishes people and places from her childhood. I’ll let that one pass.

We talked mostly of my parents’ friends today … The Grants, the Duffys, the Marsdens, the Georges, the Inmans … wonderful memories of love and friendship.



4.23.19 … “However many other religious languages I learn, I dream in Christian. However much I learn from other spiritual teachers, it is Jesus I come home to at night.” – Barbara Brown Taylor(

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, Wayt Private Labyrinth – Cumming GA:

I read this extract as part of a devotional for a Bible study I attend at First Presbyterian Church in Charlotte . There was lots to ponder.

I became a fan of Barbara Brown Taylor about 10 years ago. The first book I read was An Altar in the World: Finding the Sacred Beneath Our Feet. She walks labyrinth by the way …

She has a new book, Holy Envy: Finding God in the Faith of Others and in connection with its publication last month she has done quite a few interviews. This is an excerpt from a CNN interview from last week (

“I worship every day,” she says. “Sometimes it’s in churches, but other times it’s around dinner tables, in airports, in city parks, and in the woods with wild turkeys.”

Those answers, though, are the kind of poetic musings that still make some Christians suspicious. Is she more than “happy faces and pumpkins in the sky?”She doesn’t sound like a person who is giving up on Christianity.

In “Holy Envy” she writes: “However many other religious languages I learn, I dream in Christian. However much I learn from other spiritual teachers, it is Jesus I come home to at night.”

Easter morning also helps her find her way home.

She still believes in the Easter story. She just doesn’t believe that it represents the triumph of Christianity — proof that Christians have a monopoly on religious truth.

How can you believe in Easter without believing Christ is the only way?

The way she now talks about God in the Easter story helps explain why.

“Jesus never commanded me to love my religion. He said love God and your neighbor. That’s about all I can handle day by day.”

“These days I would say Easter is the eruption of life from a tomb as God’s huge surprise, going in a different direction, and if anything, proof that you can never predict how God is going to act next,” she says.

Taylor’s spiritual restlessness may continue to push her in different directions. But she no longer sounds afraid to look her faith in the eyes.

“Now I value Easter as the reminder that you never know where life is going to come from next, and there’s no sense being attached to the day before yesterday because the day before yesterday is dead, and today something is alive,” she says.

She leans forward on her sofa and her expression turns solemn. She gets a faraway look in her eyes, and raises her hands as if in worship.

“So why not follow the life, and see where it leads, with some kind of trust in the spirits’ ability to blow where nobody expected to blow, and in a direction nobody expected it to go into — and be willing to be blown away.”

And then I closed with this from Paul Bane: Source: When Does the Kingdom of Heaven Come to Earth? | Paul Bane,

Every time we pray we experience God at a given point until our mind moves on to other thoughts.

Heaven comes every time we love our brothers and sisters. Heaven comes when we are at peace with our circumstances in life. Heaven comes every moment we dwell in the presence of God. Heaven comes when I know I am one with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

… remember, there is no need to prepare for the kingdom of Heaven it is already here. The kingdom of Heaven is neither found in the past or the future it is present in every moment of time, and God is the “Eternal Now.” So stop, take a deep breath and realize the kingdom of Heaven is present within you. Contemplate you are in a relationship with the “resurrected Christ” and his Kingdom is present and alive in your heart. Practice the wonderment of the now and enjoy the presence of God in whatever is happening to you at this moment. Focus on the existence of God and the fullness of his kingdom is yours right now. The Kingdom of God is within you.


After my class, I drove to Atlanta detouring via Cumming where I spent an evening with a friend, Marty, her sister Becca and their mom Martha. We shared a walk on Martha’s labyrinth as the sun was getting low in the West. We then enjoyed a dinner on the porch watching the sun do it final hurrah for the day. It was a perfect evening.

We discussed anything and everything, including Barbara Brown Taylor with whom the Kiser and Wayt families share a special friendship of over 40 years, Courtney Cowart and her work at 9/11 Ground Sero, labyrinths,friendship, Richard Rohr, enneagrams, thin places,history, and mutual friends such as the Campbell family…I drove away energized and feeling both loved and nurtured.

And as I drove to Atlanta, and once I entered Georgia, I turned on Georgia public radio. I thought you would want know that today is the first day that Vidalia onions are available. There are only 10,000 acres that are allowed to grow Vidalia onions, the official Georgia vegetable. Also, they will be available until August.



4.21.19 … indeed

Easter 2019:

Happy Easter Morning!

Beautiful picture I saw yesterday … and it’s from Jekyll Island GA , the beach of my childhood.

Our pastor in his Easter Sermon mentioned that the it was a miracle that the women were believed, even more so if you compare to today where women’s experiences are questioned. Just think what is was like 2000 years ago.

Black Girl Loves Jane:

We implore thee to quicken our sense of thy mercy in the redemption of the world, of the value of that holy religion in which we have been brought up, that we may not, by our own neglect, throw away the salvation thou hast given us, nor be Christians only in name.-Jane Austen’s Evening Prayer.

Hope you have a wonderful Easter!

Post Pic if you wish!

And this makes me laugh every year …

And I love the Facebook Memories Feature. This is 1994 and is one of my all-time favorite Easter photos. I love it because when you turn it upside down you can tell that my two boys, Jack and Edward, are loving being swung around by their dad and grandfather. My niece Hunter, not so much. 🙂




4.19.19 … still …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (40/40), Avondale Presbyterian Church – Charlotte NC:

Thursday night I went to First Presbyterian’s Maundy Thursday Tenebrae Service and on Good Friday I attended MPUMC’s Good Friday service. They were similar and I ended Good Friday in a somber mood.

For my 40th walk, I chose to return to Avondale. It was Good Friday late afternoon and a wicked storm was brewing. Because of the weather, i knew it might be a quick walk.

I entered the sacred garden and the chimes were ringing wildly in the wind. The water was flowing. The dogwoods which were glorious just the other day had been defrocked by the storm today. And the weeds were winning.

I walked between storms. I raced around the labyrinth knowing that another storm was brewing.

I know I mentioned the other day that everything was at its peak… Well the strange weather today, this strange storm, has knocked the blooms off the dogwood trees and the azaleas.

As I walked I contemplated this Jan Richardson post:

For you, for this Good Friday—this day that asks us to bear witness to what is breaking. May we not turn away.


A Blessing for Good Friday

This day

let all stand still

in silence,

in sorrow.

Sun and moon

be still.


be still.


the waters.


the wind.

Let the ground

gape in stunned


Let it weep

as it receives

what it thinks

it will not

give up.

Let it groan

as it gathers

the One

who was thought

forever stilled.


be still.


and wait.


—Jan Richardson

from Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons

It was very strange to walk on Good Friday afternoon in this weather, this very dark weather… This is what the Bible said…

John 19: 30 “When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.”



4.18.19 … “Do this in remembrance of me.”

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (39/40), Myers Park Baptist Church-Charlotte NC:

Today is Maundy Thursday. I never heard the term “Maundy Thursday” until I was dating my husband John in college. He grew up in a traditional Presbyterian Church in Louisville KY, and he knew the term. I grew up in a traditional Presbyterian Church in Atlanta GA and I did not; the term had never been a part of my church vocabulary. Yes, I knew the general story of holy week, but the term “maundy” had never entered my consciousness.

So what does it mean? “Maundy” is an Anglo-French word derived from the Latin “mandatum,” which means “commandment,” and refers to when Jesus, in the Upper Room during the Last Super, said to the disciples: “A new commandment I give you, that you love one another; even as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” (John 13:34). Others say the mandate was the Lord’s Supper: “Do this in remembrance of me.”

I love James Howell’s post today about the group of African Christians who followed him into the “upper room” in Jerusalem last week. They came in joyously singing. Last year James noted in his Maundy Thursday post that Matthew 26:30 tells us that, at the Last Supper on Maundy Thursday, the disciples sang hymns together. I had never thought about the disciples singing the Psalms that evening until I put the two posts together this morning.

So what do I believe Jesus commanded me to do on Maundy Thursday?

1. Love my neighbor

2. Participate in community … take care of each other, wash feet.

3. Eat together and share the food, the bread and the wine, and the experience.

4. Participate in holy communion and “Do this in remembrance of me”

5. Live joyously

Whatever the mandate, let’s do it … with solemnity, joy, sorrow and hope.

I decided on a morning walk today. The sun was streaming, and it was amazing how green everything has become. In the last week to 10 days, all the trees have leafed out and it is glorious.

The lower half of the labyrinth was in shade this morning and the other half in full sun. Although I heard construction and lawn crews working in the distance, they were not on this campus yet. I am sure they will be scurrying about blowing and raking and mowing later today. With all the rain we have had, I was amazed that the pollen had not been washed away. There was lots of pollen and a light coating of yellow on the labyrinth.

As I finished my walk, a light breeze passed by me, over me, through me. It was a spirit moment.

Be still …


And I just saw this …


4.16.19 … Notre Dame … “a visual reminder of what a human heart, guided by lofty aspirations, can dream into existence…”

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (38/40), Avondale Presbyterian Church-Charlotte NC:

I attended TMBS and gave a devotional that highlighted the tragic fire at Notre Dame in Paris. I first read from a Facebook post of Christopher Edmonson:

Ed McLeod, Pastor of FPC Raleigh pretty much says it pure and true:

“A professor of mine used to say, “People with convictions build cathedrals, while the modern church awards the contract to the low bidder.” The church and the artisans who built the Cathedral of Notre Dame spared no expense, or effort, to build something that would honor God. The tragedy of this fire is not simply the destruction of an historic building, but of a visual reminder of what a human heart, guided by lofty aspirations, can dream into existence…”

And another poem by Maren Tirabassi, “With love and tears for Notre Dame de Paris”:

In the telling

of all the holy stories,

pilgrims have come to sacred places

to meet God and be surrounded

by the faith of past saints

and the work

of Eucharist and compassion

of living communities.

In that lineage

of worship and pilgrimage,

tourism and the identity of a people,

Notre Dame has blessed

people of Paris and the world.

All who have visited there,

all who have prayed there,

all who simply walk to work or home

or a café for bread and coffee

and see her presence

defining their skyline — weep.

Those who love her sing hymns

on the sidewalk as she burns.

Bless those who fight this fire,

in danger and in hope,

supporting buildings all around,

those who mourn her losses,

those who remember a single visit.

Notre Dame, pieta at the heart

of Holy Week,

we pray —

with gratitude for the gift of beauty,

tenderness for hope,

and confidence that every prayer

ever prayed there is lifted —

not on smoke, but wings

Afterwards, I headed to the labyrinth.

Here, today, the sun was shining brilliantly, the chimes were gently ringing, the birds were chattering and the water was running. As in all of Charlotte, the grass and weeds were overgrown.

There were two people on the bench sharing a tête-à-tête, possibly a pair of twenty something siblings. I only heard snippets: unless you take him … What are our challenges today? … Buddy challenge … Instagram … Snorlak … Blue drink, just water, two weeks without soda … Beyond me!

So I focused on going in and out of the shadows … cool v warm/shade v sun. And I thought about the beauty of Notre Dame … “a visual reminder of what a human heart, guided by lofty aspirations, can dream into existence…”


And then I saw this from a UGA Law Classmate:

Bart Legum, who heads Dentons‘ investment treaty arbitration practice from its Paris office, grew up in Atlanta, graduated from the University of Georgia School of Law in 1985 and joined the State Bar of Georgia. Dentons’ Paris office is about 2 miles from Notre Dame Cathedral. At the Daily Report’s request, Legum shared these thoughts Tuesday morning:

“I rode my bike home from work along the riverbanks yesterday evening. Even from a distance, you could tell that the source of column of light smoke was the Île de la Cité. As I got closer, it first looked like it might be coming from the courthouse (the Palais de Justice), then the Prefecture of Police. And then I saw the spire of Notre Dame, unmistakable, even wrapped in flames.

“The feeling was one of heartbreak. Heartbreak shared by the huge crowds of people who had gathered along the banks of the river, all staring in the same direction. Aghast.

“It is a tremendous loss—but a tremendous relief that it seems to have been an accident rather than an act of terrorism. As Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes said, ‘even a dog knows the difference between being stumbled over and being kicked.’”

Source: Dentons Lawyer Witnessed Notre Dame Fire While Biking Home | Daily Report,


4.15.19 … Notre Dame in Paris is burning today … truly burning …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (37/40), Myers Park Methodist Church/ Francis Chapel-Charlotte NC:

I have a heavy heart. Notre Dame in Paris is burning today … truly burning.

I have come to MPUMC to walk because my friend is facilitating here. This is a newly installed mini Chartres indoor labyrinth. And it is perfect.

With the installation of a permanent labyrinth in the floor of newly restored Francis Chapel, we join in a rich tradition of churches and cathedrals providing this tool for prayer and meditation. Our Francis Chapel labyrinth will be the only indoor labyrinth in the area. Francis Chapel is set to reopen soon, with a new, gently used pipe organ sounding forth.

The labyrinth consists of a single pathway with a large center space. There are many ways to walk the labyrinth, but there is no one right way. Using guided devotions, scripture, stations of the cross and other resources may be helpful. Or a basic walk in and back out may be all you need to clear your mind and connect with God.

Source: Labyrinth Coming to Francis Chapel – Myers Park UMC,

This week during Holy Week, they are offering Stations of the Cross around the labyrinth. There are seven stations. And each is very well done … I left with a sense of awe and wonder at the love of God.

Prayers for Notre Dame.



4.14.19 … “Walk together, and we will thrive together. A Labyrinth encourages people as they experience what it means to share in unity and feel order created out of chaos. Relax. Go to your center. It’s not selfish, as the resulting truth will shine out into the world through your life.” – unknown

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (36/40), The Jack Matney Memorial Labyrinth Courtyard/Novant Presbyterian Hospital-Charlotte NC:

A storm is brewing. I am very fortunate to be blessed with wonderful memories of going to the Masters in Augusta. I went as a high schooler and then for many years when I was in my late 20s and 30s. I saw Tiger play in the early days of Tiger. And today Tiger is getting another chance. He is wearing his red shirt. I teased my husband this morning because he inadvertently put on a red Nike golf shirt. The other thing interesting about The Masters today is that they are starting early, 7:30 AM, and are and playing in groups of threes, rather than pairs, in order to beat the storm that is coming.

I am out walking my labyrinth earlier than I had anticipated today, in order to beat the storm which is going to inundate the entire East Coast with rain.

As I began my walk, large drops started hitting the ground, but not enough to stop my walk. I had my new trusty red umbrella, one to replace the one that I’m not sure where I lef it. I walked quickly and entered the center. Once there, I counted the petals of the center rosette. At this labyrinth there are six petals, same as at Chartres Cathedral. I have noted many times that the artist, the same artist that created Myers Park Baptist Church labyrinth, used seven petals at MPBC, for balance I assume, but here he used the Chartres six. I am relieved, and laughed at myself for never counting before. So those were my thoughts from the center. As a started out, I realized the wind was picking up and the raindrops more frequent. I walked quickly.

I love many of the details in this Memorial Labyrinth, including the prayer wall. There were more pieces of paper folded in the niches of the prayer wall than I have ever seen before. Although I do not walk this labyrinth as frequently as most of the others within easy distance from my home, I enjoy this one. I love it that this family has left something for the hospital community and for the greater Charlotte area.

Before I came here today, I went to Target, in need of a few things. I walked by all of the Easter basket and spring celebration items with a sad feeling in my heart. I always have loved Easter. It is the one holiday that my memories are more with my children than with my experiences as a child. And I have to thank my son Jack, my oldest, who turns 29 tomorrow, and he was born on Easter Sunday 1990 in this hospital. That was a truly wonderful Easter morning.

And here is my quote for today:

“Walk together, and we will thrive together. A Labyrinth encourages people as they experience what it means to share in unity and feel order created out of chaos. Relax. Go to your center. It’s not selfish, as the resulting truth will shine out into the world through your life.”

– unknown

Holy Week blessings to all!


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