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Saturday, July 29, 2017

No meeting July 30

Family commitments make it impossible to Host. Meeting tomorrow.

Peace

John

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Call To Meeting -- July 23, 2017

Friends


We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at

71 Root St, Bolivar, WV


Call John at 267-337-5430 if you have questions, or need directions.

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query: In the Parable of the Two Debtors, Jesus says that she who has the Greater sin will love the Forgiver of Sin more than he whose sin is Less. Is this true?

Practice: Odysseus met Achilles in the underworld where he was a King, after he was Dead, according to Homer, and Bob Dylan. He said "It was All a Mistake. There was no glory. No immortality. He just died, is all." He said: "I'd rather be a slave to a tenant farmer in the land of the living, than a King in the land of the Dead."


A poem for Reflection

From the Book of Hours. Love Poems to God

by Rainer Maria Rilke


"I am circling around God,

around the ancient tower,

and I have been circling for a thousand years,

and I still don't know

if I am a falcon, or a storm,

or a great song."

--
John Case
Harpers Ferry, WV

The Winners and Losers Radio Show
7-9 AM Weekdays, The Enlighten Radio Player Stream, 
Sign UP HERE to get the Weekly Program Notes.

Call To Meeting -- July 23, 2017



Friends


We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at

71 Root St, Bolivar, WV


Call John at 267-337-5430 if you have questions, or need directions.

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query: In the Parable of the Two Debtors, Jesus says that she who has the Greater sin will love the Forgiver of Sin more than he whose sin is Less. Is this true?

Practice: Odysseus met Achilles in the underworld where he was a King, after he was Dead, according to Homer, and Bob Dylan. He said "It was All a Mistake. There was no glory. No immortality. He just died, is all." He said: "I'd rather be a slave to a tenant farmer in the land of the living, than a King in the land of the Dead."


A poem for Reflection

From the Book of Hours. Love Poems to God

by Rainer Maria Rilke

“I am circling around God, 

around the ancient tower, 

and I have been circling for a thousand years, 

and I still don't know 

if I am a falcon, or a storm, 

or a great song.”


Saturday, July 15, 2017

Monday, July 10, 2017

Enlighten Radio:The Poetry Show -- today's theme: Gettysburg!

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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Call to Meeting: July 9, 2017


Friends

We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at:

Second Floor Reading Room of the Four Seasons Bookstore
8:30 AM


NOTE: The bookstore is not open at 8:30, so, enter the "private entrance" gate immediately to the left of the store and walk back to the staircase. Enter the landing closest to the front of the store -- that's the EPIC Radio Studio. Go thru the kitchen into the reading room.

***************

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query:  Book of Job: After slaughtering his family and 10 children, and binding him in captivity,

"...And the LORD turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the LORD gave Job twice as much as he had before. 42:11 Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house: and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the LORD had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold. 42:12 So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses. 42:13 He had also seven sons and three daughters. 42:14 And he called the name of the first, Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch. 42:15 And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren. 42:16 After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations. 42:17 So Job died, being old and full of days."

Does this help?

A poem for Reflection

Gettysburg: July 1, 1863

BY JANE KENYON

The young man, hardly more
than a boy, who fired the shot
had looked at him with an air
not of anger but of concentration,
as if he were surveying a road,
or feeding a length of wood into a saw:
It had to be done just so.

The bullet passed through
his upper chest, below the collar bone.
The pain was not what he might
have feared. Strangely exhilarated
he staggered out of the pasture
and into a grove of trees.

He pressed and pressed
the wound, trying to stanch
the blood, but he could only press
what he could reach, and he could
not reach his back, where the bullet
had exited.

He lay on the earth
smelling the leaves and mosses,
musty and damp and cool
after the blaze of open afternoon.

How good the earth smelled,
as it had when he was a boy
hiding from his father,
who was intent of strapping him
for doing his chores
late one time too many.

A cowbird razzed from a rail fence.
It isn't mockery, he thought,
no malice in it. . . just a noise.
Stray bullets nicked the oaks
overhead. Leaves and splinters fell.

Someone near him groaned.
But it was his own voice he heard.
His fingers and feet tingled,
the roof of his mouth,
and the bridge of his nose. . . .

He became dry, dry, and thought
of Christ, who said, I thirst.
His man-smell, the smell of his hair
and skin, his sweat, the salt smell
of his cock and the little ferny hairs
that two women had known
left him, and a sharp, almost sweet
smell began to rise from his open mouth
in the warm shade of the oaks.
A streak of sun climbed the rough
trunk of a tree, but he did not
see it with his open eye.--
John Case
Harpers Ferry, WV

The Winners and Losers Radio Show
7-9 AM Weekdays, The Enlighten Radio Player Stream, 
Sign UP HERE to get the Weekly Program Notes.

Call To Meeting: July 9, 2017



Friends

We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at:

Second Floor Reading Room of the Four Seasons Bookstore

8:30 AM



NOTE: The bookstore is not open at 8:30, so, enter the "private entrance" gate immediately to the left of the store and walk back to the staircase. Enter the landing closest to the front of the store -- that's the EPIC Radio Studio. Go thru the kitchen into the reading room.

***************

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query:  Book of Job: After slaughtering his family and 10 children, and binding him in captivity,

"...And the LORD turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the LORD gave Job twice as much as he had before. 42:11 Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house: and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the LORD had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold. 42:12 So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses. 42:13 He had also seven sons and three daughters. 42:14 And he called the name of the first, Jemima; and the name of the second, Kezia; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch. 42:15 And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren. 42:16 After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons’ sons, even four generations. 42:17 So Job died, being old and full of days.

Does this help?

A poem for Reflection

Gettysburg: July 1, 1863

The young man, hardly more
than a boy, who fired the shot
had looked at him with an air
not of anger but of concentration,
as if he were surveying a road,
or feeding a length of wood into a saw:
It had to be done just so.

The bullet passed through
his upper chest, below the collar bone.
The pain was not what he might
have feared. Strangely exhilarated
he staggered out of the pasture
and into a grove of trees.

He pressed and pressed
the wound, trying to stanch
the blood, but he could only press
what he could reach, and he could
not reach his back, where the bullet
had exited.

He lay on the earth
smelling the leaves and mosses,
musty and damp and cool
after the blaze of open afternoon.

How good the earth smelled,
as it had when he was a boy
hiding from his father,
who was intent of strapping him
for doing his chores
late one time too many.

A cowbird razzed from a rail fence.
It isn't mockery, he thought,
no malice in it. . . just a noise.
Stray bullets nicked the oaks
overhead. Leaves and splinters fell.

Someone near him groaned.
But it was his own voice he heard.
His fingers and feet tingled,
the roof of his mouth,
and the bridge of his nose. . . .

He became dry, dry, and thought
of Christ, who said, I thirst.
His man-smell, the smell of his hair
and skin, his sweat, the salt smell
of his cock and the little ferny hairs
that two women had known
left him, and a sharp, almost sweet
smell began to rise from his open mouth
in the warm shade of the oaks.
A streak of sun climbed the rough
trunk of a tree, but he did not
see it with his open eye.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Call to Meeting: July 2, 2017

Call to Meeting: July 2, 2017

Friends

We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at:

Second Floor Reading Room of the Four Seasons Bookstore
8:30 AM

NOTE: The bookstore is not open at 8:30, so, enter the "private entrance" gate immediately to the left of the store and walk back to the staircase. Enter the landing closest to the front of the store -- that's the EPIC Radio Studio. Go thru the kitchen into the reading room.

***************

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query:
Declare Your Independence? Give it all away? Cuz none of it, none of it, is going with you? Face the wind on your own? Till the chariot of cold earth arrives? Forever forego the protection of Kings and Clerics? Defy divine right and inheritance? A government of, by, and for the people?

Practice:  Take the time to read and/or listen to The Declaration of Independence.

A poem for Reflection

A Declaration, Not of Independence (via the Poetry Foundation).

BY RALPH SALISBURY

   for my mother and father


Apparently I'm Mom's immaculately-conceived
Irish-American son, because,
Social-Security time come,
my Cherokee dad could not prove he'd been born.

He could pay taxes, though,
financing troops, who'd conquered our land,
and could go to jail,
the time he had to shoot or die,
by a Caucasian attacker's knife.

Eluding recreational killers' calendar's
enforcers, while hunting my family's food,
I thought what the hunted think,
so that I ate, not only meat
but the days of wild animals fed by the days
of seeds, themselves eating earth's
aeons of lives, fed by the sun,
rising and falling, as quail,
hurtling through sky,

fell, from gun-powder, come—
as the First Americans came—
from Asia.

Explosions in cannon,
I have an English name,
a German-Chilean-American wife
and could live a white life,
but, with this hand,
with which I write, I dug,
my sixteenth summer, a winter's supply of yams out
of hard, battlefield clay,
dug for my father's mother, who—
abandoned by her husband—raised,
alone, a mixed-blood family
and raised—her tongue spading air—
ancestors, a winter's supply or more.
--
John Case
Harpers Ferry, WV

The Winners and Losers Radio Show
7-9 AM Weekdays, The Enlighten Radio Player Stream, 
Sign UP HERE to get the Weekly Program Notes.

Call To Meeting July 2, 2017



Friends

We meet for worship THIS FIRST DAY in the tradition and testimonies of the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers) at:

Second Floor Reading Room of the Four Seasons Bookstore
8:30 AM

NOTE: The bookstore is not open at 8:30, so, enter the "private entrance" gate immediately to the left of the store and walk back to the staircase. Enter the landing closest to the front of the store -- that's the EPIC Radio Studio. Go thru the kitchen into the reading room.

***************

If you have an affirmative or harmonious leading of spirit, work, intellect, passion or personal witness towards the Quaker testimonies of simplicity, peace, integrity, community, equality and stewardship, and the Light of the Divine in each life, or simply a curiosity -- Welcome!

Query: Declare Your Independence? Give it all away? Cuz none of it, none of it, is going with you? Face the wind on your own? Till the chariot of cold earth arrives? Forever forego the protection of Kings and Clerics? Defy divine right and inheritance? A government of, by, and for the people?

Practice:  Take the time to read and/or listen to The Declaration of Independence.


A poem for Reflection

A Declaration, Not of Independence (via the Poetry Foundation).

BY RALPH SALISBURY

   for my mother and father


Apparently I’m Mom’s immaculately-conceived
Irish-American son, because,
Social-Security time come,
my Cherokee dad could not prove he’d been born.

He could pay taxes, though,
financing troops, who’d conquered our land,
and could go to jail,
the time he had to shoot or die,
by a Caucasian attacker’s knife.

Eluding recreational killers’ calendar’s
enforcers, while hunting my family’s food,
I thought what the hunted think,
so that I ate, not only meat
but the days of wild animals fed by the days
of seeds, themselves eating earth’s
aeons of lives, fed by the sun,
rising and falling, as quail,
hurtling through sky,

fell, from gun-powder, come—
as the First Americans came—
from Asia.

Explosions in cannon,
I have an English name,
a German-Chilean-American wife
and could live a white life,
but, with this hand,
with which I write, I dug,
my sixteenth summer, a winter’s supply of yams out
of hard, battlefield clay,
dug for my father’s mother, who—
abandoned by her husband—raised,
alone, a mixed-blood family
and raised—her tongue spading air—
ancestors, a winter’s supply or more.