Saturday, May 21, 2022

Marie Osmond with nephew David at Blue Gate Theater

 

Marie Osmond stage shot (all photos mine)


Most folk know that the kind of concert I attend is constructed of reverb-base driven, guitar-fugue infused, sweaty, over-the-top Mick Jagger-like front men running from one end of the stage to the next in fear that he might "miss a beam of theater light” characteristics.

And so, you can understand my self-befuddlement a couple of weeks ago when I called Sherry and said…

“Hey, wanna go to the Marie Osmond concert at the Blue Gate Theater in Shipshewana?”

After a brief chuckle she replied “Why not. It will be like revisiting our childhood.”

It was indeed a fun concert as Marie sang “Paper Roses”, songs from her latest album “Unexpected”, show tunes, and more.

Her concluding song before the obligatory encore-send off was a very powerful performance of “How Great Thou Art”. So very rich in vocal quality and stirring of the emotion that I almost anticipated Elvis, unable to resist the urge, momentarily manifesting from the beyond to sing duet with Marie.

Marie performing a show tune


Alas…no Elvis. It would have been no use. No one could upstage Marie last night!

I amend my words…

Not that David Osmond upstaged his aunt Marie, or “Aunty M”, as he referred to her, but I was greatly impressed with his vocal talent, stage presence, and audience-engagement.

Photo of projected image Marie and David duet


David tours with Marie and sings duets with her, and also performs some solo numbers of his own.

Now forty-two, at age twenty-six David experienced multiple sclerosis and was confined to a wheelchair. Having overcome that disability, yet with much pain in his legs, he too moves about the stage in dance evocative of the memory of an Osmond Brothers performance.

He just looks, sings, and choreographically moves, like an Osmond.

It was like being in 1970!

Anyway, he won my admiration!

And also, he referred to us as his cousins!

Never heard Mick or Ozzy do that!

Sherry and I had much fun.

For sure, it was a memorable concert.

I even bought the “Unexpected” CD.

It will rotate along with my CDs of Jimmy Hendrix, Beatles, Stones, and Herbie Mann.

Thank you, Marie and David for a great experience!

And the rest of David's cousins





Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Vittorino’s Cucina, Brook, and the Ephemeral ukulele

 



 A report post vacation in Tennessee. Location: Vittorino’s Cucina 111 North Main street suite B, Sweetwater, TN 37874

  While reviewing my text messages, I ran across this photo which Sherry took whilst I was busy drawing a Ukulele on a napkin for waitress Brook.

You see, I almost always ask the wait- staff what hobbies they may enjoy when not working. Waitresses at the previous two restaurants replied that they were ukulele enthusiasts.

And so, engaging Brook, I said “I suppose you play the ukulele when not working?”

Brook, with one eyebrow raised and the other eye squinted ever so slightly, nonetheless smiling, said “Huh”? as if my question was so irrelevant as to follow up out of sheer curiosity.

I then explained about the previous two.

Chuckling, she said “No, I am studying to become a Real Estate Broker.”

I agreed that such an undertaking might prove a bit more profitable.

But, feeling sad that she had no ukulele at all, I proceeded to draw one for her on a napkin that she may find after our departure.

I suppose that many sensible readers, perhaps most, would think it a bit of a stretch that she valued my drawing of that ukulele sufficiently to have it framed and mounted in a prominent place at her home.

But, I’m gonna assume that I made such a favorable impression that in fact that napkin rests ever so proudly in the pages of her Real Estate study materials as a means of encouragement.

Well, at least, that is truly what I would do if I received such an ephemeral gesture of humour!

Oh yes, the food was great and I recommend the place!

Tell ‘em Mike sent you!


Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Sister Vickie and Decoration Day

 

My sister and I, when we could share a chair


As Memorial Day approaches each year, I remember an incident that faithfully describes the relationship I had with my sister.

I was very young, maybe four or five. Our family was at Bakers-Forge cemetery in Lafollette Tennessee. We were observing Decoration Day, as we called it in the south.

I found these small colorful strips of cloth attached to sticks poking from the ground to be very attractive and so I began collecting them. Many of them had red and white stripes with a corner of white stars on a blue background. Many of these colorful pieces of cloth had red backgrounds with  crisscross stripes of blue on which white stars rested.

Yes, age five, Decoration Day, I, thinking it was appropriate, was taking flags from the graves of deceased heroes, loved ones, and remembered ones.

As I continued my quest of gathering these flags, by this time an armful of them, I heard my sister, Vickie, yell words at me. Much like the Doppler effect of an approaching train, her voice seemed louder with each uttered syllable... “ Mikie, what are you doin’!”

It was not a question.

It was an accusation…a proclamation of some cultural incorrectness in which I was engaged.

Given the intensity of her yell, I knew that some form of sisterly violence was impending.

And she did not betray her predictability!

As I turned to face her, she tackled me as I were carrying the football and needed to be felled before crossing the goal!

The flags, those pretty colorful pieces of cloth, bounced from my arms and landed helter-skelter on freshly cut grass and I too landed with them also helter- skelter in my disorientation and subsequent response to her!

Once I had had my say with her, she then calmly explained to me the reason for her attack upon me. It was to save me from further cultural incorrectness, or insult to the deceased.

Vickie was one year and five months older than I was.

It was she that taught me to read, to understand things in life. Vickie was larger than life to me. She protected me.

Bakers-Forge Lafollette Tennessee


And when she died on August 20th, 1962…four days after my birthday, I felt an unfillable hole in my heart.

It was then, in the absence of my sister, that I committed myself to this…when school started in just a couple of weeks, all the girls in school would be my sisters!

I have held that sentiment since that year. In school, at work, in church, at a concert, wherever I am, all the women present are my sisters.

They fetch my respect as if they were Vickie!

As Memorial Day approaches, I shall not be stealing flags.

I will take a walk through the rows of gravestones, flags pushed into the grassy ground, and recall the incident in which I learned about respect for the dead, from Vickie.

Still, I look forward to Heaven in which I will get even, ferociously!


Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Visit Donna's Old Town Cafe in Madisonville Tennessee

 

Down town Madisonville Tennessee

One of the best attributes of Madisonville Tennessee for a tourist to visit is Donna’s Old Town Café.

   Of course the food is great and tasty, but what I want to point out is their quality of “southern hospitality". It is as convincing as the smile on the face of a realtor at closing.

Our waitress, Grace, is evidence of their hospitality as my story reveals…

Upon arrival at our table I asked her what is her name. “Grace” she replied.

Quite unimaginatively I offered…”Amazing Grace?” Then quickly added “I’m sure you get that often.”

With nod and smile she shared her story…

“When I was in fourth grade there was this boy, Josh, who had a crush on me. On Valentine’s day he brought to school a bunch of flowers for me and sang “Amazing Grace”!

She seemed tickled and pleased to relate the story.

The restaurant gives one the idea that all of their food, staff, and clientele are the stuff that “southern hospitality” describes. While other establishments may aspire to this quality, Donna’s Old Town Café has already arrived!

Oh yes…please note the “yall” sentiment on the back of the receipt.



How delightfully charming!!

You can find out more about Donna's here:

https://oldtowncafe.com/

and tell them Mike sent you!!!


Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Discovery of Salvation

 



 

 


Please know that I do not get into a discussion such as this from the pulpit because it gets too deep into theological and doctrinal weeds.

And more importantly, I do not reach toward a Calvinistic approach to the idea of belief. Rather, I propose a whole different theological animal altogether.

The basic prompter for this discussion is the verse John 3:16…

 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. (NIV).

Please note that is does not say “whoever chooses to believe. My position is that we, as humans, do not reach out beyond ourselves and willfully grasp salvation as if we, by doing so, can, in effect, save ourselves. Rather, we arrive at belief as a result of an “Aha” moment of discovery that we already are under the condition of salvation.

Perhaps referencing John Wesley’s Aldersgate experience may be helpful.

In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading [Martin] Luther's preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death. (From the journal of John Wesley May 24, 1738)

Nowhere do we get the idea that John was willfully reaching toward this assurance. It was, for John, a discovery of a condition pre-existing, enabled by the Holy Spirit or preaching, or other prevenient graces.

I think much the same regarding John 3:16.

Also, I think this may impact how we witness or evangelize.

The approach to get people to “choose to believe” too often results in folk having an inaccurate understanding of faith such that when things go badly in their lives, they “choose” not to believe any longer.

However, by the witness of those of us who are mature and long in the faith, by the enabling of the Holy Spirit, folk will experience a discovery of salvation thereby having their hearts “strangely warmed”. This assurance, beyond their capability to seize, will be much more convincing to them precisely because it was initiated by Christ, rather than themselves.

Before the discovery we live a life “condemned already” to experiencing a lack of assurance and salvation.

 After discovery of salvation, we then will indeed have a choice to make…

Our choice is whether or not to follow Jesus, to have Jesus as Lord, to attend to his teachings, to forgive others, to love those that hate us.

Yes, following Jesus, and being faithful to his teachings, is a choice to make.

I propose that people make that choice only as a matter of irresistible gratitude and conviction of conscience, having discovered that Christ first loved and saved us.

I close with this affirmation from Revelation 5…

13 Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying:

“To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
    be praise and honor and glory and power,
for ever and ever!”


Monday, March 28, 2022

An Appeal to my generation of White Folk to Conquer Racism

 

The history textbook I learned from in 8th grade 1969 Concord Junior High


Relax, I’m not going to tell you that you’re bad. Nor am I going to expect you to be ashamed of your race. And I am not going to discredit America. In fact, I am going to appeal to your sense of American Exceptionalism as a motivator to conquer racism.

   Being a white 66-year-old, I speak to white people of my age group. I make my appeal to those of my own condition and race. I do not presume to speak on behalf of nor to black, brown, or other minorities as I have never lived in that skin and can only in an abstract way grasp their conditions and experiences.

But I can confidently speak of white conditions and history.

I have as a hobby the reading of Presidential inauguration speeches. I recently ran across the following paragraph from the Inaugural Address of William Howard Taft given March 4, 1909.

Please consider these words from one elected to lead this nation over one hundred years ago…

The negroes are now Americans. Their ancestors came here years ago against their will, and this is their only country and their only flag. They have shown themselves anxious to live for it and to die for it. Encountering the race feeling against them, subjected at times to cruel injustice growing out of it, they may well have our profound sympathy and aid in the struggle they are making. We are charged with the sacred duty of making their path as smooth and easy as we can. Any recognition of their distinguished men, any appointment to office from among their number, is properly taken as an encouragement and an appreciation of their progress, and this just policy should be pursued when suitable occasion offers.

Over one hundred years ago the unjust conditions of black people were acknowledged as something our nation should correct.

Taft spoke these words forty-four years after the 13th Amendment which abolished slavery. Racism was still a problem. Fifty-five years after Taft spoke there was segregation in sports stadiums…still a problem.

I bring this to your attention because, for some inexplicable reason, many of us seem to suffer some forgetfulness of our own learned history and believe that the problem of racism was fabricated over the last 15 to 20 years so as to promote some political agenda.

I must point out…

We ourselves are witnesses to the history that we ourselves learned fifty or more years ago. We read, in our own history books, in our own predominantly white classrooms, from mostly white teachers, about the slave trade between England, Africa, and the colonies. We read about the Fugitive slave act of 1850 which legally compelled citizens to assist in the capture of runaway slaves. Our white teachers taught us about the lynchings, the segregated busses and drinking fountains. It was newsworthy in 1964 when the Beatles declared that they would not perform at Jacksonville’s Gator Bowl Stadium if it was segregated. These circumstances and conditions are not made up, they actually happened, and we know they happened. White teachers, in white classrooms, with textbooks written by white historians told us about them… decades ago.

I appeal to your capacity of reason…

The black folk that live among us today are mostly descendants of slaves, of those segregated on busses, and in stadiums, and schools.

Again, I’m not expecting us to be ashamed of our race or feel guilty of personal or intentional racism.

    Many white folk I know personally are respectful, helpful, and befriending of black folk and others of color.

But also, we white folk today are not so detached of association with our nation’s current and past history that we can claim to have no moral duty whatsoever to address and correct this intolerable smudge on our history. Racism is unconscionably incompatible with American Exceptionalism.

President Taft, in his address claims that America is now the only country of these black people. Yes, I know that since that speech, and maybe even before, there has been a movement of black people to reclaim their African heritage. That does not make them any less American than white folk having pride in their Irish, Scottish, or Danish heritage. American identity is sufficiently, and confidently hospitable of all of our various national ancestries.

President Taft asserts that We are charged with the sacred duty of making their path as smooth and easy as we can.

I know, immediately some of you may say “nothing was ever smooth and easy for me”. I assert that comparatively speaking, we white folk have indeed experienced ease of social movement. When we walk into a store, go to a job interview, or show up at just about any social function, we feel confident that we fit in and fully belong there. We do not receive raised eyebrows, double glances, or any other gesture of surprise or awkwardness. We know our presence is welcomed without having to offer justification for our presence.

I recently had a conversation with a black fellow of my generation regarding such issues. He stated that, even to this day, when he enters a room or building he first looks for the exits in case he may need one in haste. When I enter a building I look for the restrooms. I am preparing for my comfort while he is preparing for his safety.

Then Taft becomes yet more proactive…

Any recognition of their distinguished men, any appointment to office from among their number, is properly taken as an encouragement and an appreciation of their progress, and this just policy should be pursued when suitable occasion offers.

Over one hundred years ago a newly sworn in President petitioned for the intentional inclusion of the minority into government and society as a means of correcting this intolerable smudge on American Exceptionalism. This is not some recent strategy of political agenda designed to diminish the conditions or status of white folk.

It is not my goal to point the finger of accusation so as to find personal fault with anyone. Rather, it is my hope to invite you to be part of the solution.

In the social circles I move are mostly white folk who will eagerly be helpful, hospitable, and friendly to people of color. Yet still there seems to be a lack of understanding regarding the comparative ease of social movement we experience in contrast to the struggles of people of color.

My goal is to encourage houses of faith, service clubs, individuals to invite people of color to visit and describe their personal conditions or perhaps the stories of their parents or grandparents. Mine is an appeal to better inform my generation of white folk about the disadvantages that people of color experience in our society. Mine is an appeal to engage the compassion of white folk to address these conditions in whatever personal or organizational way we can.

I do not advocate for the passage of laws, nor do I discourage laws necessary and effective toward resolving this issue.

The condition of racism lurks deeply within this culture. To rid ourselves of it we must be intentional.

I offer a story from my youth describing just how deeply we hold on to our “white preference” …

My late grandmother, a very devout Christian and person of charity toward anyone, having once worked in the State of Mississippi, described black folk in this manner… “The colored folk in Mississippi are good folk. They step off the sidewalk to let white people walk by.”

My grandmother had been so very socially immersed in “white preference” such that she believed that people of color displayed good character by, of their own volition, subordinating themselves to white people.

My grandmother never caught the irony or dissonance in her statement.

Grasping how deeply and firmly this condition of “white preference” can be, I ask the white folk of my generation to relax the defensiveness, the pride, the fear of irrelevance, or whatever may be an obstacle toward fixing this problem.

I ask that we extend our hand of brotherhood to the various minorities among us and pull them toward us. It is an appeal to fix this problem personally, intentionally, and finally.

We, as Americans, have proven that we can reach the moon. Our free-market capitalism continues great and relentless growth of GDP regardless of wars, calamities, administrations, or whatever challenges have presented themselves.

I am convinced that we are smart enough to correct this problem. I believe our personal and national character to be compassionate enough to be moved to rid ourselves of this evil. And, by golly, we’re American enough to conquer this problem.

We are all that and more.

Now let’s determinedly be yet more and intentionally make racism a thing of the past in fact.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Peggy, from the Pulpit: A Personal Reflection

 

Peggy Sue Barhydt
February 3, 1958- December 28, 2021

February 03, 1958 - December 28, 2021



“Cloudy Days are the Best.” That was the title of an essay which Peggy wrote when she was in eight- grade. She had been the liturgist on that first Sunday I preached at Mishawaka Willow Creek United Methodist Church. During my sermon I mentioned how I prefer overcast skies with a bit of drizzle rather than those blindingly sunny days which most other people seem to enjoy. After the service, Peggy hastened to get my attention that she may report her eighth- grade essay to me. She told me that she too enjoyed overcast and rain. She seemed happy to discover somebody else that shared her extra-ordinary appreciation of such conditions.

I enjoyed meeting someone who understood my atmospheric preferences.

And also, it was one Sunday morning, just before, and as we approached the front of the sanctuary that I asked Peggy, as I do to get to know people, what her favorite band or type of music was. For a moment she hesitated as if thinking “What do I report to the pastor?” And then, deciding to be straightforward, she said “Black Sabbath”. I then reported to Peggy that my son and I have attended concerts of Black Sabbath, Metalica, and other heavy metal groups. We later had full discussions about when and where we had attended such concerts.

 It was fun to make yet another connection with her. Imagine, not only did we share the anomalous appreciation of overcast and drizzle, but the fact that we churchy types enjoyed such “worldly” music as Black Sabbath seemed to be a real hoot as we were on our way to the pulpit!

Peggy was always a faithful liturgist. It was obvious that she had read and practiced the Scriptural reading for the day and was prepared to speak those divine words with precision and inspiring sincerity. Her presence in the pulpit was much more than a mere “it’s my turn to read” attitude. Peggy brought forth a moment of actual sacred significance from words on paper such that those words filled the ears and hearts of those in the pews with comfort and encouragement.

   To emphasize Peggy’s devotion and dependability serving as liturgist, she often reported that she had just arrived from fishing that she may be on time and fulfill her task. Imagine…breaking yourself away from a hobby you love that you may serve God and church. Bless you, Peggy!

    As much as I love sermon preparation and delivery, I assert that it is the straightforward reading of God’s word from the lips of laity that reach the hearts of the people most directly. Peggy delivered the word of God faithfully! And by doing so she brought people closer to God.

If God does indeed hand out crowns and jewels, I am sure Peggy is very well adorned today!

All we at Mishawaka Willow Creek will miss her.

And also, I must say, Shirley did a wonderful job raising a self-confident, intelligent, faithful, and inspiring daughter!


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Rolling Stones Ford Field November 15, 2021

 


 

Rolling Stones Ford Field November 15, 2021

    My son, Eric, and I attended the Rolling Stones concert at Ford Field in Detroit on Monday, November 15, 2021.

Pastor Mike and son Eric


The tall projection screens, pre-concert, showed images of deceased drummer Charlie Watts and the crowd of 65000 chanted “Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie!”. This United Methodist Pastor and the Presbyterian Elder, Rita, beside whom I was sitting and had never before met, considered it somewhat of an “All Saints” moment for the band and fans!

    One would think that Mick, being 78 years of age, and the others of comparable condition, would have been lacking in their performances. I assert that they lacked nothing! Mick’s energy, vocal integrity, and overall presence was superb. The musicianship of the others was precise and skillful.

    I acknowledge Elvis Presley as the King of Rock and Roll. But I must claim Mick, with his captivating performance and sense of personally engaging presence, to be the personification of the spirit of rock and roll in all of its dimensions.

   The set was comprised of many of the great hits that have stirred us to dance on the concert floor, accelerate the automobile on the interstate, and sing along in the shower over the past six decades!

performance of "Sympathy for the Devil"


    While all of the songs were great, I must pay particular homage to “Sympathy for the Devil”. Yes, I know others have covered that song. But, only Mick can make it plausible.

    He stands tall in a long black and reflective jacket as he, with incomparable hubris step by deliberate step, approaches the microphone where, upon a burst of grandiose and unrestrainable personality, begins to vocalize “Allow me to introduce myself…” One feels as though they’ve been invited to one truly badass moment.

    The song lyric is theologically accurate to the sensibilities of this pastor, and also to the elder beside whom I sat. The Devil takes credit for the mischief he has caused over the centuries and offers the warning that he should not be casually dismissed, or he will “lay your soul to waste”!

    The aromas of alcohol and a recently legalized substance in Michigan mixed together to leave no doubt whatsoever that one was at a Rolling Stones concert and furthermore, one could almost feel that one had stepped through the time portal into 1968…except for the many who attended in wheelchairs, walkers, and canes.

Ah, but it was fun!

Thank you, Mick, and all for having gathered together this ephemeral congregation of the faithful for two hours plus of the greatest rock on the planet!

"Gimme Shelter" Mick with Sasha Allen



Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Brothers and Sisters, Sanctified!

 

Greetings Sisters and Brothers Proclaimed by Jesus…

Hebrews

2:10 It was fitting that God, for whom and through whom all things exist, in bringing many children to glory, should make the pioneer of their salvation perfect through sufferings.

2:11 For the one who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one Father. For this reason Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers and sisters,

2:12 saying, "I will proclaim your name to my brothers and sisters, in the midst of the congregation I will praise you."

The first four Sundays of October I will preach from the Book of Job…

Yes, much of the book deals with the suffering of Job. We will discuss that suffering.

Please note in verse 10 of this chapter 2 of Hebrews that Jesus, the pioneer of our salvation, was made perfect through sufferings.

As we seek and approach Christ-like perfection it is to be expected that we too will suffer. It isn’t that I enjoy that particular aspect of Christian experience, it’s just that it seems to be inevitable.

For sure, there is no reason for any of us to intentionally create our own sufferings so that we may show how pious we are.

Satan, the saboteur of our faith, is fully capable of providing all the suffering we need, as we shall see in the Book of Job.

In the Book of Job, we may find some encouragement.

For now, hang on to this promise stated in here in Hebrews…

For the one who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one Father. For this reason Jesus is not ashamed to call us brothers and sisters.

As we prepare our hearts for Holy Communion this Sunday, let us regard each other as does Christ…sisters and brothers sanctified!

Monday, September 27, 2021

Lori Caskey-Sigety and Poetry by Autumn Sunset October 23rd

 

poet Lori Caskey-Sigety


Mishawaka Willow Creek United Methodist Church invites you to poetry reading and workshop presented by Lori Caskey-Sigety on Saturday, October 23rd from 6:30 PM Until 8:00 PM (Eastern)

Lori is an artist, author, editor, educator, librarian, musician, poet, and writer. She lives in Mishawaka, IN, with her husband, Steve, and four pampered cats. Lori is also inspired by her memory garden that she created in 2010.  Her newest collection, Home: Poems & Drawings 2020-2021, is scheduled for release on October 26, 2021.

This event will be held outside on the campus of Willow Creek in our pavilion in the Valley Retreat.



Enjoy the poetry of Lori as the autumn sun sets and we are warmed by a pit fire and nourished with pumpkin bars and spiced cider.

A splendid time is guaranteed for all!

Mishawaka Willow Creek is located at:

14010 Jefferson Blvd, Mishawaka, IN 46545


Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Celebrate National Punctuation Day, September 24

 


    Earlier this year on Facebook, yes, that ” know-it-all, free- for- all, last word of all things” reported the story of a student asking a teacher if a word needed a “flying comma”, referring to an apostrophe.

    The story inspired me to consider that the use of a “flying comma” would be quite glidingly appropriate when discussing aeronautics.

 However, if we were to have a discussion regarding the art and application of magic then perhaps “Levitating Comma” might insinuate a more conjuring impact.

If we are in the sanctuary and working with ceremonial, sacred, and liturgical matters, I would encourage the use of “Comma of Ascension” so as to invoke a sense of divine ephemera.

In the field of Olympic Gymnastics perhaps we could jump to “Acrobatic comma” to give the sentence the excitement of a “Mary Lou” tumble and twirl.

And in the academic field of physics, we may imbue our sentence with an Einsteinian attribute with use of a “Gravity resistant comma”.

Of course, we could leave it with its conventional and historic nomenclature without any pretentious descriptive accoutrement and allow it to retain its humble persona as a down-to-Earth “non-condescending apostrophe”.

Whichever you choose to use, take care to not confuse, as I assert…

Happy’ National, Punctuation’ Day!


Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Article VII is for for the detail-diligent!

 

Oil on canvas by Junius Brutus Steams National Archives


Here’s a fun Constitutional Moment for you…

Article VII reads…

“The Ratification of the Conventions of nine States, shall be sufficient for the Establishment of this Constitution between the States so ratifying the Same.

The Word, "the," being interlined between the seventh and eighth Lines of the first Page, The Word "Thirty" being partly written on an Erazure in the fifteenth Line of the first Page, The Words "is tried" being interlined between the thirty second and thirty third Lines of the first Page and the Word "the" being interlined between the forty third and forty fourth Lines of the second Page.

Attest William Jackson Secretary

done in Convention by the Unanimous Consent of the States present the Seventeenth Day of September in the Year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and Eighty seven and of the Independance of the United States of America the Twelfth In witness whereof We have hereunto subscribed our Names,’

followed by the signatures of the signatories.

It’s that second paragraph to which I draw your attention, the one which begins The Word, “the”.

These fifty-five people worked for about four months (hot summer months without air conditioning) in 1787 to argue, devise and frame a government which would address and remedy the grievances mentioned in the Declaration of Independence.

As one reads through the Constitution, I encourage you to remember that this was not a “thrown together” document.

Much diligence and attention to detail were attended this document.

If they paid attention to the placement of such words as “the” and “is tried” I am convinced that the document is danged accurate to the agreed upon intentions of the signatories.

You can read more about the composition of the Constitution here:

https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/constitution/how-did-it-happen

Celebrate Citizenship Day September 17


Monday, September 13, 2021

Celebrate Citizenship Day September 17

 

George Washington is about to receive the draft of the Constitution from James Madison in this mural by Barry Faulkner in the National Archives Building in Washington, DC (National Archives)



September 17 is U.S. Constitution Day. It was on that day in 1787 that the Constitution was signed by the various representatives of the States. It is also celebrated as Citizenship Day.

For many, patriotism and American identity is affixed to some cultural set-point which America experienced at some point in the past. For some it may have been the way things were in the 1950s, for others the 1970s.

In contrast, my sense of patriotism rests in the Declaration of Independence and its promise of a democratic republic as fashioned in the U.S. Constitution.

And so, I wanted to highlight and celebrate the Constitution on September 17 much as folk celebrate July 4.

When a person joins the military, police force, elective office, even as poll worker, the first and foremost part of the oath that we take is to this Constitution.

It seems that good citizenship and authentic patriotism require at least a familiarization of the various elements of the Constitution.

I invite you to visit this link to the National Archives and explore information about the Constitution!

https://www.archives.gov/news/topics/constitution-day