Jim Taylor's Columns - 'Soft Edges' and 'Sharp Edges'

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Published on Saturday, July 9, 2022

On having power, or not

Thursday June 30, 2022

 

Two scenes. Or maybe two sides of the same scene.

            My street has been torn up for several weeks. The municipality is installing a new water main. I don’t know why -- the water pressure coming into my house already exceeds municipal standards.

            Installing the new pipes involves ripping up several blocks worth of paving. Digging a ditch. And filling the ditch in again. All of which involves a lot of heavy equipment. And because it affects traffic -- which in this relatively remote little subdivision amounts to about two cars per hour -- the construction company requires flaggers.

            I looked out my window one morning and saw a flagger doing a cheerleader dance with her STOP and SLOW sign. She had a rhythm going with her feet. She swung the sign above her, behind her, to this side and that side.

            Or maybe it wasn’t a dance. Maybe she was just trying to keep warm in the chilly morning air.

            Whatever it was, it gave her some reason for being there when no traffic needed directing.

 

Risky… and boring

            Flaggers do not have an enviable job. Aside from low pay, they either stand around feeling useless most of the day. Or they get abuse from impatient drivers, angry at being delayed for no apparent reason.

            Over the years, several flaggers have been killed on highway construction projects. Perhaps the speeding drivers didn’t see them, despite their reflective vests. Or couldn’t stop in time. Or just didn’t care about anything but their own “freedom”.

            When we were building our church, the contractor had to dig a short ditch across the road. He deputized a couple of older men as flaggers. The system worked, as long as the big yellow excavator was visible.

            When it moved out of the way, though, to make room for the crew connecting the underground line, several drivers ranted: “You’ve got no right to stop me! I’ve got to get through!” (I’ve deleted their profanities.)

            One driver refused to wait, or to take an alternate route. She stomped on her gas pedal. Roared through.

            And crashed into the ditch.

            The excavator, when it returned, had to extricate her car. With his scoop shovel.  I still wonder how she explained the damages to her insurance company.

 

Changing preferences

            When I was younger, I sometimes dreamed of running one of those big earth-moving machines. Of having the power to move mountains. Of having the mechanical precision to pick a rose with a gigantic bucket.

            Today, I think I’d rather be a flagger -- despite the risks. The present world of trade, sanctions, climate change, money laundering, opiate overdoses, racist attacks, school shootings, invasions, Supreme Court rulings, cancel culture, and pandemics moves a little too fast for me.

            I’d love to hold up a sign that says SLOW.

            Or even better, STOP! Like the 1960’s musical by Anthony Newley, Stop the World; I Want to Get Off!

            It won’t happen. The new water main will go ahead, right through a hawthorn tree I planted 15 years ago. It blossoms pink every spring. But it’s in the way of Progress with a capital P.

            Not that the flagger inn front of my driveway cares about all that stuff. She’s just trying to avoid being bored out of her hard-hat.

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YOUR TURN

 

Tom Watson was impressed by my journalling: “Wow! 58 years worth of journal entries. A treasure trove!” [JT: Maybe…]

 

Isabel Gibson: “As we look at a now-deceased parent's diaries and scrapbooks -- maintained for at least 80 years -- the volume is overwhelming. One temptation is to chuck it all -- or to move it all to a new shelf, where it will sit until *we* die.

            “The challenge is to find a way to make it accessible to the generations that follow, and not to lose the embedded gems.

            “It's not easy, but when I consider how much I value any little scraps from the lives of grandmothers and great-grandmothers, I know that it's worth trying to find a solution. Having too much is a problem, but one I'd rather face than having nothing.”

 

Sandy Carpenter: “I wrote ‘diaries’ when I was in grade school; those have long disappeared. But the journals that I started in 1971 are all in a large tote in my bedroom, and I continue to write in a journal. There are many gaps over the years for one reason or another, but being a very ‘touchy-feely’ sensitive person, I found that writing my perspective on events in my life helped me to sort out my emotions. I also took some time to simply write down history, the weather, or write letters or prayers to God. Whatever was on my mind, I would debrief onto those pages. There was a point about a decade ago when I considered destroying them, for I bare my heart and soul in them. But then I thought that perhaps they would be helpful to my family to get a better idea of who I was after I'm gone ~ the good, the bad, and the ugly. (I'd always longed to know my mother who kept her feelings and history locked up tightly in her heart). And who knows? Maybe they might even learn something from my stumblings and mistakes! All in all, I find it a good spiritual practice, and I highly recommend it!”

 

Ginny Adams: ccmmented, “This column hits me where I live.  My Mother kept a diary. It had about 3 lines for each day -- the weather, events of the day, and times when one of us kids drove her mad. 

            “She encouraged me to keep a diary too. It didn't work -- I needed more space, needed the freedom to write down whatever was on my mind.  So I began journalling -- and I have some boxes of them, currently I have a shelf full of the retirement years.  And I've learned some very valuable things from this process:

    1.  It helps me to focus on gratitude -- the glass-half -ull moments of life;

    2. It helps me to think through my daily activities, to see God in the boring of everyday;

    3.  It keeps depression away -- totally:

    4.  It brings me to see how my Higher Power is walking with me through everything, every moment of each day.

            “And that's enough -- as is this reply to you.  Guess I'd better get out the journal and write some more!”

 

Clare Neufeld did some musings about paraphrases, basically asking “Aren’t they all paraphrases?”

            About my Psalm paraphrases, he asked, “How might I acquire a copy of your version (paraphrase) of the Psalms? [JT: send an email to info@woodlake.com] Is it available through Kindle app, for electronic reading/storage? 

            “I recently learned of another ‘paraphrase’ version of the New Testament -- thought you might enjoy it: First Nations Version: An Indigenous Translation of the New Testament.”

 

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Psalm paraphrase

 

Psalm 30 was written long before the advent of what was called (sometimes scornfully) “women’s liberation.” I suspect that the greatest liberation for many women was to discover that they were not intrinsically inferior to the men in their lives.

 

1          My God, O my God, what a gift you have given me!

2          I thought I was born a loser;
you have given me self-esteem.

3          I used to let others speak for me;
I let others think for me. I felt I was nothing.
You have given me life.

4          I am not a faulty copy of anyone else, God.
I am me. Thank you.

5, 7      Once I thought God despised me.
But I have felt God's gentle hands lift me into the light.

8          I cried silently in the night, afraid to be heard.
I stifled my own suffering.
I thought I didn't matter.

9          I could have died -- but I was afraid no one would notice.

10        "Can anyone hear me?" I cried. "Does anyone care?"

11        And you heard me, God.
You turned my rainclouds into rainbows;
you stirred spices into the watery soup of my life.

12        I am done with self-abasement.
I will delight in me and in you forever.

 

You can find paraphrases of most of the psalms in the Revised Common Lectionary in my book Everyday Psalmsavailable from Wood Lake Publishing, info@woodlake.com.

 

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