A Private Thanksgiving

This is my Father’s world; there is nothing to fear with Him at the helm. Not that it’s all bright and cheery, but all those events that I can’t control are also not my problem. I’m committed to accepting what He desires for me and have found it increasingly sweet.

This is how we dismiss all the fears of childhood, including the childhood of a very primitive Western outlook. The Devil and his dominion of power is firmly constrained, so all that creative fear-mongering in horror fiction is preposterous on the face of it. Halloween stuff is just fairy tales from a lost tribal heritage of people who had no real deities. We have discarded that worthless background of silly fears and found the truth of the God who made all things.

I arrived some three hours early at the funeral home yesterday. There were no other funerals scheduled, so Dad’s body was already in the chapel. I think this is the first time in my memory of funeral services in which the body frankly did not resemble the living person. It really did look like an empty container, demonstrating how the life force can truly reshape mere meat. It was symbolic of how much power his soul carried, and it gave me comfort that in his declining days he must have caught onto the eternal truths.

How do you explain that splitting from my Mom made him a far better man? Not because there’s so very much wrong with her, but because they really didn’t belong together. Their union was immoral in the much deeper sense of discovering what God intended, not in the sense of some iron “Will of God,” but in the sense of His generous merciful blessings. Holding her as his wife kept him in bondage to those less pleasant manifestations of his character. Losing her forced him to stand alone and undistracted before God.

And as the living product of their union, I am a living paradox in my own eyes.

So I wasn’t the least bit spooked sitting in contemplation alone with Dad’s empty shell. As I prayed over my part in the service, seeking a vision of divine glory in how I would celebrate this man’s life as a conscious member of God’s Creation, what struck me was how garrulous I am compared to his reticence. He was more of action than words. So while he most certainly did try to teach me as fathers teach sons, what I really learned best was something he hardly knew he taught.

Simplicity, frankness and defiance of convention — that was the core of what he gave me. It becomes the visible manifestation of how I do religion. Perhaps you recognize that as a part of what defines the concept of “radical.” Dad conformed externally to social convention, but if you looked close enough, he was always boiling inside with a vast need to break out of this very false world in which we live. I’ll probably never know on this plane of existence what he imagined he was looking for because his spoken aspirations were highly contextual. But I remain convinced I have found what he taught me to seek.

Thanks Dad, and thank You, dear Father and Creator.

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Driving Is Not Fun

It was about a three-hour drive to my Dad’s funeral. While I love seeing the countryside out there in the northeastern part of the state — mountains and forests — I was alone and no one could take the pictures. And officiating at the funeral, I also couldn’t take any pictures. However, things went well enough and I managed to say more or less what was in my notes for the eulogy. And I persuaded a couple of folks to add something positive of their own.

Dad had no church out there, and my aunt asked her pastor to come speak a few words. He did the standard Baptist thing, which is fine, because most of those present were also Baptists, if they had any affiliation at all. However, Dad had virtually no friends in that area, just family. We had close to fifty — my siblings, our kids and grandkids, cousins, in-laws, etc. Just about all of us went to the graveside, as well, and we had a pair of very well-practiced US Army Honor Guard troops.

I discovered that, for better or worse, the military honors were quite meaningful to me. Not the business of representing the US government, but the business of ordinary soldiers doing something to honor one of their own. They never knew him nor any of us, but were prepared to carry out a time-consuming military ritual, invest extraordinary care and attention to detail, and disappear without anyone thanking them. I’ve done that job before and I understand perfectly — you don’t want thanks from the family. What you want is the sense of having performed a high moral duty, and you pray someone will do the same for you some day. Forget the government; this is well-earned camaraderie. Frankly, that’s what I miss about military service.

By the way, there was no haggling between the various survivors over the estate. It ain’t much in the first place, but we are more concerned his chosen executrix (his sister-in-law) isn’t worked to death over this. She’s no gold-digger, either, so we discussed without any hint of dissent who took care of what. We aren’t all somehow angels, but this is how people are supposed to act. We never forget that we are family.

Thanks to all of you who prayed for this trip and my services. I bragged about what a wonderful virtual parish family I serve.

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Glorious Chaos

There is no doubt I’m failing in one way or another, but my ministry focus here is not aimed at placing controls and limits on your faith life, but removing the false constraints placed by others. If I suddenly die or become incapacitated, I’m utterly confident your faith and religion will prosper just fine without me. Even while I’m still active, I will encourage you to take your own path.

I didn’t build this thing; it has been there in the Bible all along. I am blessed beyond telling just to have found the glimmer of light shining beyond the veils of falsehood. Jesus spoke about having enough light in you to recognize the light from Heaven, so I can’t be the only one who sees the truth. The living reach out for Life. There is a mass of preparatory work we do now to maximize the eventual transition to Eternity. God has said He’ll do it without us, but He also promised that He would grant to us some measure of realization even now so that Heaven is less of a shock. His glory consists in that preparatory work we do here.

The preparation includes recognizing what is false in this world. There is no particular lifestyle or culture or civilization made by God. What God made transcends those categories, though it did surely manifest in a particular nation, culture and civilization for a brief time on this earth. The Apostles had the monumental task of explaining how the elements we see in that Hebrew presence pointed to something much higher — “rightly dividing” the written record of revelation to see beyond the writing and find the revelation itself. The written record means nothing without the guidance of the Spirit of God, who Himself guided the writing. If we see through the good things done in the Law Covenants, we surely see through the evil done by human imagination.

Perhaps some of you can discern how the West is destroyed. The invasion of the US by mostly Latin Americans, matching somewhat the invasion of Europe by Islamic hordes from Africa and the Middle East, is not the end in itself, but a symptom of the rotten core. It shows that the seeds of destruction are in the fruit of Western Civilization itself. Civilizations do not reproduce; they die giving birth to some other. There are similarities in how the invading hordes of tribes at the Fall of Rome used what Rome built, and how what follows the West will use what the West built. But that some minds purposefully encourage these invasions does not explain why they happen; it’s wired into our fallen nature. It looks like a wise solution to people who think themselves so great and brilliant, but are more assertively fallen than the rest.

Perhaps they imagine that they can remain in power over this stew of new and old ingredients. They will surely try. Do you suppose they will learn from the compromises of the surviving institutional church in Rome as the Germanic hordes washed over the remnants of the Roman Empire? Or will they survive more in the way of the Byzantine half of the Roman Empire? About the only thing we can bet on is that the timeline will be shorter. It’s amusing to imagine them hiding in their bunkers, keeping their old system alive but exercising power over only their internal functions while the outside world goes on about the business of building their own future.

We who serve the Creator prefer to remain outside, seeking in the midst of chaos to bring the peace of the heart-led life of Christ. Real peace is only possible internally, and on a level above the mind. Indeed, the existence of external chaos enhances our chances of being heard by the few God brings to awareness of Himself. Survival is not our goal; we seek to exploit human chaos in favor of divine glory.

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Photolog: VA and Katy Trail

Back in the saddle again!

FrontRoomOur environment has changed radically. I like lots of open space and I love the complete absence of carpet. This whole apartment is wood and ceramic tile floor. Bicycles are one of the first things stolen in this part of town when locked outside, so I don’t bother.House There are four apartments on each floor, and ours is the bottom right facing out.

It’s just a few miles west on Reno Avenue to get to Bricktown, which is just east of Downtown OKC.RenoWboundOKC This is actually not the best route for cycling safety, but I just had to get this shot (left). The official route is to jump north to NE 4th Street and head west into the city; it’s labeled with signs warning drivers that cyclists can legally occupy the full traffic lane. In this case, I simply rode north on ML King Boulevard over the tracks and past NE 4th until I got to NE 8th, and followed that to Lottie, turned north and up to the western edge of the hospital district, centered on NE 13th. VA-NE13th While 13th wanders around in front of the VA and amongst several other hospitals, this view west along NE 13th shows the massive brick tower straight ahead.

I went inside and had the IT guy fix my online access account. Then I used their new automated kiosk to change my address. All fixed and up to date.

HospitalHomesFrom there I rode north through the housing area now largely occupied by hospital staff.OKCapitolDome Many of these ancient homes were at one time quite run down, but it’s all be renovated and prettied up. Just a few blocks north is the state capitol buildings. Here’s a shot of the old dome (image to the right; the dome is crumbling in a few places) over the original capitol building. The statue on top is a stylized Native American. Back when the US government was driving the Indian tribes from eastern states, the dumping ground was part of our state.

RemingtonParkI decided to follow the bike route signs north along Lincoln Boulevard and went all the way up to NE 50th. Lacking a clear memory of where to find the northern end of the Katy Trail, I rode over several razorback hills along NE 50th until I got to Remington Park. What a fine monument to greed.

FFmemorialActually I found out later that the Katy Trail crossed MLK south of there and follows Grand Boulevard northward and currently stops at the banks of the Deep Fork River. But I rode across the parking lots of Remington and up to NE 50th where I found the path. Almost immediately I was offered a chance to ride the loop that runs alongside Northeast Lake. While I could see the zoo buildings across the lake, it made for very poor photography.DogPotty Still, it was a nice quiet lap just around a half-mile with one good hill. Then it runs south along Grand Boulevard. The first landmark of note was the Firefighters Museum. Gotta love this crazy monument. Even better was the dog-potty in front of the ancient hook and ladder rig.

RoseRockEntrThe Katy Trail runs close to the original rail line, but uses Grand Boulevard a lot. South of the Firefighter Museum the route runs right past the gated entrance to some really fancy homes next to the golf course. Here we are in mid-November and the heady fragrance of roses beckoned at the entrance to “Rose Rock.” The main route runs down the middle of the golf course and it’s rather ambiguous whether I was supposed to use that extra-wide sidewalk or the street, so I chose the latter because the traffic was sparse. Before I reached NE 36th, I got a decent line of sight to the old 45th Infantry Division Museum to the west (image to the left).45thIDMuseum It remains the designation for the state’s National Guard, but hardly a full division these days.

RRmuseumAcross NE 36th heading south the next landmark of note is the Railroad Museum. The whole thing is on a spur track from the main, right next to the bike trail. Farther down were a collection of cars in various states of restoration and just a bit farther is the actual depot on the west side. However, I spotted these two ancient wooden boxcars dismounted from any chassis (image lower left).WoodRRcars Inside the depot fence were some rare caboose cars undergoing restoration, and mostly hidden from view. The currently active tracks diverge at this point, running back southwest across OKC.

BridgeNE10thHowever, the bike trail itself stays on the old Katy route. The original rail structure was notoriously low. Some thirty years ago I was loading freight on trucks at a company near SE 15th and Grand Boulevard. One of our drivers forgot and managed to catch the old rail bridge with the last remaining short trailer the company owned, ripping off a section of the top and destroying the refrigeration unit.

The remaining Katy Trail runs alongside yet another golf course, which itself wraps around Douglas High School. At this point I am right alongside NE 4th again. While the people who mapped the Katy Trail were pressured into including a stretch of NE 4th running back to Bricktown, there is no bike trail there. Part of it is sidewalk and not amenable to cycling at all. But it runs alongside the edge of the old historic Deep Deuce neighborhood and you can imagine the politics involved in that.

At any rate, I rode back east along NE 4th. If you look on the maps of OKC where the North Canadian runs northeast from the Oklahoma River regatta area up toward the landfill at Sooner Road and NE 50th, you’ll see a lot of open or undeveloped land right in the middle of a densely populated urban and semi-urban part of the city. There is the usual collection of sand and gravel mining stuff, plus lots of railroad and petroleum-related industry, but there is plenty of dense natural woods, too. Poke around out there and you’ll find numerous “bum camps” all over the place. Recently, NE 4th was relaid and resurfaced to run around the footing laid for a future passenger rail station. Nobody can guarantee it will actually be built, but the state and city governments are negotiating with the railroads to reopen the old OKC-Tulsa passenger route. I can’t wait to see how that affects the hobo traffic in this area.

I’ll save the photography of that for another day.

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Funerary Service

For those who are curious, a generic non-sectarian funeral is really quite simple. First, you have to understand that funerals do nothing for the dead, but are for survivors. At most, we are simply consoling each other. There is nothing to gain from drawing things out so that the living suffer and wish they were dead.

When I am officiating, irreverence is one person telling another how they are supposed to feel and act. We try our best to fulfill the wishes of the deceased; lacking any known wishes we improvise based on family wishes. In this case, Dad’s two chosen executors (I am one of them) came up with this:

1. Mood music as folks enter the auditorium. My Dad chose Native American contemplative flute music. Most of my immediate family are rather fond of that kind of thing.

2. A simple opening prayer.

3. While there is typically a eulogy, I favor saying very little and asking others to share memories that are either amusing or positive in some other way. I’m planning to share a redacted version of things he said right before he died. They aren’t there to learn about my religion.

4. The eulogy is often followed by some hymn.

5. Viewing the body and exit, perhaps with more of that background music.

Graveside services are even simpler and shorter, with a different flavor — typically reading Scripture or a poem, maybe a hymn and then a prayer.

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Funeral: Freddie J. Hurst

The funeral is handled by Green Country Funeral Home in Tahlequah, OK.

Google Maps location

Green Country Funeral Home
203 S. Commercial Rd.
PO Box 2048
Tahlequah, OK 74465
Telephone: (918) 458-5055

The body will be available for viewing all day Wednesday, 11 November 2015. The memorial service will be the following day at 2PM, 12 November 2015. Following this will be a graveside service at Tahlequah City Cemetery. To be honest, the only thing I can find in the mapping services that approximates that name is a location lacking the “City” part of the name.

Google Maps for Tahlequah Cemetary.

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Back Online

It is finished. That is, aside from some insignificant bits and pieces of our mass of junk, everything is now in our new quarters. Even better, we have made extraordinary progress putting stuff away, thanks to my industrious wife.

As my regulars are likely to know, my right hip and knee are killing me. But there’s good news on that front: My regular care physician at the VA clinic is referring me to a specialist to check if I might benefit from special shoes. My right leg is slightly longer than the left. I don’t know how long it’s been that way, but the surgery on my knee and shin-bone could have made things worse. At any rate, I’m taking a break today and doing as little as possible so the leg can rest. Now that we are online here at the house, I have plenty to do as it is.

Thanks for all your prayer support.

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RIP: Fred J. Hurst

My Dad passed away last night around 11:30 PM. I want to thank all those who have expressed condolences, but I saw this coming. I am moved and sad, but not distraught. You have to understand that he nearly died 20 years ago and had quintuple bypass surgery just in time. A damaged heart doesn’t handle all the different chemicals and such used in general surgeries and he’s been through several recently. Then again, my heart told me his was fading, if that makes sense to you.

I will make a separate post when funeral arrangements; I am currently tapped to officiate. The funeral parlor and gravesite are up in NE Oklahoma, in the vicinity of Tahlequah.

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Half-way There (Move)

I’m sitting in the local Panera Bread cafe and wishing they had gluten free stuff. The coffee is good and so is the free wifi.

So we slept in our new accommodations last night. We are in that half-way stage where there are boxes everywhere and we still need the furniture to hold all the stuff we took out to move it. So far I’ve been able to move everything in or on the car. I’m going to ask a friend to bring around his pickup later today for the biggest stuff.

Thanks for your prayers.

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New Residence

For those of you keeping track, the new mailing address is me at:

2600 N. Glenhaven Drive, APT D
Midwest City, OK 73110

They say it will be released to us at 5PM this evening (cleaning crew was in there today). Tomorrow should be stormy, so it may be a little dicey moving but by Friday we are supposed to have all the services and stuff moved over there.

As you might expect, blog posts will be sporadic until further notice. Thanks for your prayer support.

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