This Is Just to Say

This past Sunday “This American Life” on NPR stations aired an episode called “Mistakes Were Made.”  The show was all about people who apologize without really apologizing.  A short segment at the end of the broadcast featured William Carlos Williams’ poem “This is Just to Say,” which reads:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

– William Carlos Williams

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I am sorry to admit that I don’t remember ever having heard or read this infamous poem before Sunday, but now that I have, I can’t get it out of my mind.  One of the interesting things about the “Life” segment was that they asked several of their regular contributes to write and share their own “parodies” of the poem in question.  Some of them were funny; others quite poignant.  Since Sunday, several bloggers have written their own versions of the poem, and here are a a few of them:

This is just to say
I ran over your cat

forgive me
he just looked so retarded

although he was born that way
his eyes were crossed
his tail was bent

Darwin
would have wanted it this way

If it makes you
feel better
it took me three tries
to catch him
Found here.

Here is another:

This is just to say
I have killed
the dreams
that were in
your heart

and which
you were probably saving
for when you grew up

Forgive me
they were impossible
so hopeful
and so like my own
Found here.

And here is a “parenting a teenager” version of the poem, I found here.

I have dried
the shirt
made of 100% cotton

that was on your floor
and which
you were probably
planning
to air dry

Forgive me
if you had sorted
your own laundry
it would not be
so short
and so small

———-

Of course I have decided to try my own hand at writing one myself.  Here it is:

This Is Just to Say

That when your
Guinea Pig Ginger died
I bought a replacement
that looked just
like her but was smaller.

I know I told you
that she had been
on a diet
and had lost
a lot of weight,
but I lied.

Forgive me
you were so young
and had been so sad
and I couldn’t bear to tell you
the truth.

- Dad

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So, gentle readers, here is a challenge for you.  Write your own version of this poem and post it in the comments or provide a link to your own blog where I and others can find it.  If you need help, you can use this web wizard for help.  I also believe my friend Julie is working on a post featuring this poem as well.  When and if she posts it, I will provide you all with a link.

Also, if you’d like to hear the “This American Life” episode for yourself, you can go here to listen to it: thislife.org.  A description of the episode from the site follows:

“Mistakes Were Made – Act Two. You’re Willing to Sacrifice Our Love.

There’s a famous William Carlos Williams poem called “This is Just to Say”. It’s about, among other things, causing a loved one inconvenience and offering a non-apologizing apology. It’s only three lines long, you’ve probably read it…the one about eating the plums in the icebox. Marketplace reporter (and published poet) Sean Cole explains that this is possibly the most spoofed poem around. We asked some of our regular contributors to get into the act. Sarah Vowell, David Rakoff, Starlee Kine, Jonathan Goldstein, Shalom Auslander and Heather O’Neill, all came up with their own variations of Williams’s classic lines. (6 minutes)”

Dinner Tonight at the Jannotti and Humes Home

Tonight was my night to prepare dinner, so I made the following:

Long Grain and Wild Rice
Sesame Kale Greens with Garlic
Chicken with a Champagne Mushroom Sauce ( which included Baby Bella mushrooms, garlic. shallots, onion and paprika

For desert, we had Aunt Naomi’s Fudge cake (a recipe from a Philly chef named Jim Coleman).  This cake is best served warm (in my opinion) right after the icing has been poured onto the cake.

Please note there is nothing Atkin-y or South Beach-y about this meal as it used almost a cup of cream and three sticks of butter,  It did, however, taste pretty good . . . especially the cake.

Wish you had been here, my gentle readers.

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I Have Nothing to Add to This . . .

In a brief article by Seanna Adcox, an Associated Press Writer, published today, we read:

FLORENCE, S.C. (AP) – Federal authorities say a South Carolina teen accused of plotting to blow up his high school told police that he wanted to die, go to heaven and kill Jesus. A dark portrait of Ryan Schallenberger emerged Tuesday in a federal courtroom as prosecutors argued the teen needs a psychological evaluation. An ATF agent says Schallenberger told a sheriff about his wish to die after his arrest. Prosecutors also played a 911 tape of the teen’s mother calling police after he smashed his head into a wall. She says on the tape her son threatened to shoot police if they were called to his home. Authorities say the teen bought materials to make several bombs and had written a journal detailing his plans to attack Chesterfield High School.

Really, I got nothin’.

 

It Gets Me Every Time!!!

I was just flipping through the channels earlier and happened upon a movie that reduces me to a bawling baby every time I watch it.  Yes, it’s a "guy" film (as opposed to those ubiquitous "chick" flicks), and my readers can probably guess what it is after reading one or two of the quotes below.

"This is my most special place in all the world, Ray. Once a place touches you like this, the wind never blows so cold again. You feel for it, like it was your child." – Archibald "Moonlight’ Graham"

"I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy." – Terence Mann

"Well, you know I… I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn’t. That’s what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases – stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That’s my wish, Ray Kinsella. That’s my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?"  – Archibald "Moonlight" Graham

"You know we just don’t recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. Back then I thought, well, there’ll be other days. I didn’t realize that that was the only day." – Archibald "Moonlight" Graham

"I’m 36 years old, I love my family, I love baseball and I’m about to become a farmer. But until I heard the voice, I’d never done a crazy thing in my whole life." – Ray Kinsella

"Ray, people will come Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come." – Terence Mann

And in case, you sill haven’t figured it out, how about the quotes from the "Voice":

"Go the distance."

"Ease his pain."

"If you build it, he will come."

And here is a scene from the film.

 

Faith and Faith Alone.

"But what do you think? A man had two sons. He went to the first and said, ‘Son, go and work in the vineyard today.’ His son replied, ‘I don’t want to,’ but later he changed his mind and went. Then the father went to the other son and told him the same thing. He replied, ‘I will, sir,’ but he didn’t go. Which of the two did the father’s will?" They answered, "The first." Jesus said to them, "Truly I tell you, tax collectors and prostitutes will get into God’s kingdom ahead of you. For John came to you in the way of righteousness, but you didn’t believe him. The tax collectors and prostitutes believed him. But even when you saw that, you didn’t change your minds at last and believe him."  (Matthew 21:28-32)

This is the passage that we read and discussed this past Tuesday morning at Bible Study.  For many of us, it is difficult to imagine that this short parable is anything other than a story in support of works righteousness.  After all, the one who does the will of the Father actually "does" something, right?  Given the story, it’s obvious that just saying you will "do" something is not enough.  Action is required. 

But if this is true, then salvation becomes a matter of our doing, or not doing, certain things.  The latter being especially true of the church of my youth.  You want to be saved, the church seemed to say, then don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t go to the movies or play cards, and especially do not dance, and never, ever swim with members of the opposite sex.   While me may have sung the song "Jesus Paid It All."  we acted as though the debt of our sin was still before us, and that this mountain of debt could only be moved little by little by our own feeble attempts to be good and to do good works.  Thank you Jesus for your grace, now please get out of my way while I try to whittle away at the evil within me and become good by the force of my own will.

And at first glance, the parable above appears to support this view.  Doing is the be all and end all of a life lived in Christ.  But as Robert Farrar Capon points out in his book "Kingdom, Grace, Judgment:"  a "works-versus-words reading is a mistake.  Jesus is on the subject of faith in his own exousia (authority), not on the subject of legalistic fine slicing by which a  no that turns into a yes can be construed as a more meritorious work than a yes that turns out to be a no (page 444)."

Capon goes on to add that though this is a parable of judgment, the judgment in this parable and in all the parables of judgment falls only upon unfaith.  To make his point he refers to the ending portion of the scriptures above which refer to John the Baptist.  Capon asks what the basis of salvation is for the tax collectors and prostitutes.  And by doing so, he makes it clear that salvation comes, not because these disreputable characters suddenly become respectable and law-abiding citizens, but because they believed (The tax collectors and prostitutes believed…).  Finally Capon brings this reasoning to the parable in question by rephrasing the question Jesus asks.

Q:  On which of these two sons will judgement fall?
A:  On the second.

Q:  Why?
A:  Because he did not do the will of his father.

Q:  And what then is the father’s will?
A:  [I quote from Jesus himself, in John 6:40]:  "This is the will of my Father, that every one who sees the Son and believes in him may everlasting life, and I while raise him up at the last day. (Page 445)

Saved by belief, by faith, alone in Jesus.  Saved just because they believe in him.  How much easier could it be?  Of course that’s the problem.  If it is too easy, we tend not to trust it’s efficacy.  How can that be all that God wants or desires.  It can’t be that simple, can it?  And what does that mean, if it is true, for all the wonderful and good things that I do in my life?  Are they nothing . . . worth nothing?  And does this mean that anybody can waltz into the pearly gates just by believing in Jesus?  They don’t have to do anything else?  Well, that’s not fair.  Even worse, it is wrong.  Terribly, terribly wrong.  This kind of "injustice" can be downright infuriating. 

This attitude reminds me of a story in a book written by Louis Evely that I have.  The book is That Man Is You, and in it Evely describes a scene from a play by Jean Anouilh:

The good are densely clustered at the gate of heaven, eager to march in, sure of their reserved seats, keyed up and bursting with impatience.

All at once, a rumor starts spreading: “It seems He’s going to forgive those others, too!”

For a minute, everybody’s dumbfounded. They look at one another in disbelief, gasping and sputtering, “After all the trouble I went through!” “If only I’d known this …” “I just cannot get over it!”

Exasperated, they work themselves into a fury and start cursing God; and at that very instant they’re damned. That was the final judgment.

And this brings me to the most powerful couple of paragraphs in Capon’s book, which in fact serves a summary of sorts for much of his teaching on Jesus’ parables so far.  So please pardon the long quote that follows, although I think you find it an amazing read if you just take the time.  Writing about the parable, Capon says:

And if you then expand upon the parable, you get an instant application of it to the life of the church in all ages.  For no matter how much we give to the notion of free grace and dying love, we do not like it.  It is just too . . . indiscriminate.  It lets rotten sons and crooked tax collectors and common tarts into the kingdom, and it thumbs its nose at really good people.  And it does that gallingly, for no more reason than the Gospel’s shabby exhaltation of dumb trust over worthy works.  Such nonsense, we mutter in our hearts, such heartless, immoral folly.  We’ll teach God, we say.  We will continue to sing Amazing Grace in church; but we will jolly well be judicious when it comes to explaining to the riffraff what it actually means.  We will assure them, of course, that God loves them and forgives them, but we will make it clear that we  expect them to clean up their act before we clasp them seriously to our bosom.  We don’t want whores and chiselers and practicing gays (even if they are suffering with AIDS) thinking they can barge in here and fraternize.  Above all, we do not want drunk priests, or ministers who cheat on their wives with church organists, standing up there in the pulpit telling us that God forgives such effrontery . . .

Do you see now?  We are second sons, elder brothers, respectable Pharisees, twelve-hour, all day laborers whose moral efforts have been trampled on . . .  We are resentful at being the butts of the divine joke of grace that says nothing matters except plain, old, de facto, yes-Jesus faith.  And when we institutionalize that resentment by giving the impression that the church is not for sinners and gainsayers, we are a disgrace to the Gospel — a bushel of works hiding the Light of the World.  We are under judgment. (Pages 446 and 447)

We are under judgment, as surely as those "good people" in Jean Anouilh’s play.  In a great reversal (one of many we see in the Gospel), those we think deserve the judgement and punishme
nt of an angry God get off scot free, while we, who are expecting the loving embrace of the Father, find ourselves outside of his grace.  And not because God has withheld it either.  No, by our actions we have excluded ourselves, we have rejected God’s mercy and grace for others, and by extension, for ourselves.  And it is a grace and mercy that requires one thing, and one thing only. As Capon says, and this will be my last quote I promise:

The Father’s will for you — his whole plan of salvation — is that you believe in Jesus, nothing more.  He has already forgiven you, he has already reconciled you, he has already raised you up together with Jesus and made you sit in heavenly places with him.  And better yet, Jesus himself has already pronounced upon you the approving judgement of having done his Father’s will. But if you do not believe him — if you insist on walking up to the bar of judgment on your own faithless feet and arguing a case he has already dismissed — well, you will never hear the blessed silence of his uncondemnation over the infernal racket of your voice.  "He who argues his own case has a fool for a lawyer" is true in any court.  But in this court you will be more than a fool if you try that trick.  You will be an idiot.  There is no case.  There is no evidence against you.  And there is no courtroom to display your talents in.  It is all quashed . . . the whole thing, you see, stands forever on its head:  the last shall be first — just for believing. (Page 448)

In the end, faith and faith alone is all that matters.

 

Well, That Explains It

As my readers have no doubt noticed, I am not necessarily the happiest guy around. In fact, malaise and I are well acquainted. A mid-life crisis?  Perhaps.  But I recently read a short blurb is "The Atlantic" that may more adequately explain my mid-life mood.

It seems that researchers*, after studying over 500,000 Americans and Europeans, have found that happiness in life bottoms out for people In their 40s and then rises again as those same people move into their "golden years." Since I will turn 47 this November, I am now due to turn the corner and move back toward a more "happy, happy, joy, joy" state of mind.  Yea!  I can hardly wait;  I am sure that many of you can’t wait either.

*Study mentioned in "The Atlantic," May 2008, page 20

Two Interesting Quotes

While perusing The Christian Century today in the Union County (Lewisburg, PA) Public Library, I came across two quotes that struck a nerve in my old liberal self.  The first is from Ellen Goodman (The Boston Globe March 21, 2008) and concerns our current fiscal and economic crisis.  While the Federal Government refuses to "bail out" homeowners facing disclosure, it is more than willing to spend billions of dollars (upwards of 50 billion, I believe) to save the failed Bear Stearns investment bank.  The current administration is all for welfare, as long as it goes to corporations, but turns a blind eye to the suffering of it’s citizens.  The second quote, from Joseph E Stiglitz and Linda Blimes (authors of  the Three Trillion Dollar War:  The True Costs of the Iraq Conflict) needs no explanation.

"Ronald Reagan . . . used to say, ‘The nine most terrifying words in English language are:  "I’m from the government and I’m here to help."’ . . . Reagan’s line always got a belly laugh.  Well, folks, not in this Bear (Stearns) market."

"President Bush talked about the enormous financial problems facing Social Security, saying that drastic reforms — even privatization — were needed.  Well, for one-sixth of the cost of an Iraq war, one could put Social Security on firm financial footing for at least the next 50 to 75 years."

There you have it . . . some food (albeit liberal) for thought.

This Week’s Poem by Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future willl be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head.
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry

The Collected Poems of Wendell Berry, 1957-1982
by Wendell Berry

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