Memo on the Fridge

Hey, it's wicked early here. But good things must come to those who are waiting so patiently for a word. So here's a short note on the fridge, or a message on your answering machine. Blaze was AWSOME!  I just got back Saturday (and really should've posted then), and now I'm off to Las Vegas, which means another delay in getting to my faithfuls. So if you emailed me in, say, the last six days and still haven't gotten a response..... hang on in there. 

"Leaving on a Jet Plane"

Well, I thought it'd be bad form to leave without telling you, so here is the official notice. I'm off! It's only going to be for four days, and only to PA, which is no where near that far from here. Still, it'll be my first solo flight, and, aside from college, the only time I've been away from my family. We'll see how it goes, huh? Let's hope I manage to get a good night's sleep, or, if I don't manage that, that I at least get some last minute bonding time with my siblings. I leave at 8:00AM tomorrow and, eep! I just remembered something I forgot to pack. So, as my sister would say  " Jaa, matta nee?"  

Recollections while Moonbathing

All my books are packed away, and The Chrysanthemum and the Sword has been returned to the library, unfinished. I am going home tomorrow, back to my daddy's house, and my room is in proper disarray for that purpose. My bathroom has been scrubbed within an inch of its life, and my fingers have been safely marinated in disinfectant. I'm moving on to the kitchen next, packing up my pots and cleaning yesterday's neglected dinner dishes. But I will rest first, if just for a minute, to entertain delightful fancies.  

Imagine a moonlight ball on the green. With lanterns floating thro

ugh the sky, twinkling green and yellow lights. And a hundred fearsomely charming ladies in a hundred fine gowns twirling in the arms 

of a hundred gentlemen.  This one of spider silk, that one of rose, and all the coats in downy chick feathers, or the soft tummy furs of a mother squirrel. After hours of dancing one wants nothing more than to fly up into a hammock and bathe in the gentle light of the moon, while the band rubs its legs together and the lead singer lets out a solemn "Croak!" Moon beams are good for the complexion.  

Purples in various settings, and bridal clothes.

"Neither elder bother nor  younger brother"

 Japanese proverb, Benedict, The Chrysanthemum and the  Sword 

Seems I've been a little... ponderous lately. As if some great matter had weighed heavily on my mind.  I bet if I read my back-post  I'd laugh at the note of deep thought I've tried to infuse into them. With that conviction slowly burning away in my heart I've decided to stop being so pretentious. So here, view my heavily edited accomplishment of the month. A solitary glovelet. I've Cast-on for its mate, but haven't got much

 farther than that. There is hope that it will be a complete pair by, say, December. Maybe it will become my plane knitting. Oh, now that I think of it, I never mentioned that I got my tickets, did I? I leave June 6, a month and a week away. 

Totally unrelated, but on my mind, I read Matthew 22 a few days ago. When I got to verses 11-13 I paused, perplexed.

“But when the king came in to see the guests, he saw a man there who did not have on a wedding garment. So he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you come in here without a wedding garment?’ And he was speechless. Then the king said to the servants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, take him away, and cast him into outer darkness; there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’"      (Courtesy of BibleGateway)

When I think about the moving church  in America I suppose I picture youthful people in the traditional jeans-and-a-T-shirt garb. The past seven months have not done anything but reinforce this idea. And if we all go to the house of God in our jeans then why not to His wedding? But perhaps it is a metaphor for something, not a literal 

indictment on one's apparel.   There is another passage of scripture that I thought of when I read these verses: Revelation 19:7-8. It warms the cockles of my heart, this verse. I'm so grateful to the Breaking Free work book for introducing me to it, for I don't get over to Revelations much on my own.  In particular verse seven always fills me with that special hope-joy of faith. I read it when I get discouraged. Anyway, it reads "The marriage of the Lamb has come, and His wife has made herself ready." 

Can you think of anything more natural then a bride preparing herself for her groom? In old times girls prepared hope chest, filling them with sheets and towels. Sugimoto, of daughter of the Samurai, mentioned the many little things a young girl would do to prepare for her future husband. Her older sister, for instance, stopped eating plum jelly because it would be disrespectful to her fiancé's crest, which contained plum blossoms. Estu-bo herself started eating tuna, because that was her future husband's favorite fish.

Even today the bride prepares through elaborate wedding  preparations, dress fittings, and hair-dos. It may seem a little shallow to hear a young girl talk about how busy she is with dress fittings, or how she wants this or that at her wedding, but what would one assume if a bride came to the alter in jeans? Sure, there are alternatives to the traditional white gown, but there is no alternative to the time and care put into her appearance, and there shouldn't be. It is the naturalist thing in the world to see this passage and know that His wife loves him, has been waiting for this day since she was born, and wants to make him proud. So she prepares herself. She learns to make his favorite dish, she gathers the things they'll need for their new home, she thinks about Him all the time, considers His taste and opinion in every decision, and makes herself beautiful on their special day. A women who does not do all that, who can fathom her heart? 

And so, back to the wedding guest, who could not prepare to meet his King's daughter-in-law. It may not be as drastic an example as that of a  bride in drag, but it conveys the same level of thoughtlessness. As if the man woke up in the morning, loitered around his coffee pot, glanced at the clock, and thought "Hey, there's a wedding at the palace today, I think I'll go." What do you think, oh vast void, do these passages have a connection? How do you interpret them?