$5 here, $5 there Revisited, Again

Don’t sweat the little stuff! Yeah, right. What about the big stuff? Welcome to TPgate!

In my original “$5 here, $5 there” Blog entry (12-12-11) I wrote: “Sometimes the little clues are the ‘give-aways’ to larger schemes or signs of the time that come when cultural or economic fault lines are crossed. It is like what Walker Percy wrote in Love in the Ruins. He suspected that ‘the end was near’ but was not sure until one day, while going down an almost empty interstate highway, he noticed a sprig of grass growing in a crack in its concrete surface. Voila!”

Many corporate decisions are made over which the consumer has little or no control like my internet/cable/phone provider, my subscription to Netflix, and monthly charges to use my debit cards as illustrations. Don’t sweat the little stuff! Yeah, right. What about the big stuff?

Then in “$5 here, $5 there Revisited” (6-14-13) I opined how little stuff adds up and gets you by becoming big stuff! The increasing cost of internet/cable/phone service over four years finally hit the tipping point. Enter “Techno Hell,” that six-week saga of converting my internet/cable/phone service from one communication provider to another because the old one was being gobbled up by a competitor. [Maybe just retribution does exist. The gobbler back then was now gobbled up by a new giant corporate gobbler in a “friendly” merger!]

Don’t sweat the little stuff! Baloney! It’s the little stuff that adds up to big stuff and gets you; especially when it’s beyond your control. Is that all it has to be?

No, there’s more to come. The new corporate gobbler on the block had all sorts of customer defections. It even was faced with the local government coming to the aid of its citizens during the renegotiation of the communication providers contract with the city when “better customer satisfaction” was part of the deal. I was so glad to be free of that giant, and so happy with my new provider for 18 months. And then here comes old “$5 more to your bill at the first of the year.” You know, rising cost of programming due to competition from NetFlix and Amazon. What?! At least they were upfront with it.

But not all corporations are so transparent. While listening to NPR on my afternoon walk the other day, I got my first exposure to “TPgate.” That’s right, “Toiletpapergate!” This is so 21st Century. For years the biggest TP controversy for newly weds was over which family practice would be followed in the new household: end of the roll “out” or end of the roll “in” when mounted on the wall holder.” Oh yeah, there were promotional battles over “softness” or “weight” or “sheet count” or “extra large” economy packaging, but nothing like the latest “TPgate” maneuver to paper over hidden cost increases.

First of all, you have to know some basic statistical information about TP. This is small stuff. Did you ever stop to consider that the basic sheet size for TP was 4.5 inches by 4.5 inches for years? Not any longer. It quietly changed a while back to 4.5 inches by 4 inches and then of late to 4 inches by 4 inches. [I have known that 2 by 4 wooden wall studs have not been that luxurious for years.] Also, the size of the cardboard roll in the middle increased in diameter to make up for the reduced overall size giving the impression one was getting the same amount as always.

Was this transformation an environmentally sensitive move? Not really, because of the shrinkage in size, one tended to buy more because it ran out faster. Here’s the big stuff. It’s the corporate way of upping their bottom line by reducing the product without increasing the price. I don’t have my grocery tickets or TP wrappers from one, two or five years ago to verify this myself.

Thursday on my weekly foray to Kroger’s on Senior’s 5% Discount Day I decided to do some field research. There along the paper products aisle I got my eyes opened. My favorite TP greeted me with an adorable Lab puppy inviting me to pick up the big 12-roll bundle of “Ultra ComfortCare — thick & cushiony/epais et douillet–with/avec CleanRipple Texture.” [Ok, so I’m doing a free commercial for Kleenex Cottonelle Toilet Paper/Papier Hygenique! This enough attribution? I did not have to be sold; this is what I was sent after.]

Now to the stats, the seemingly small stuff. In faint lavender print on the clear packaging I get to the bottom line. “12 rolls [I’m leaving out the French] 166 2 ply sheets per roll 4.0 x 3.86 IN, 212.4 SQ. FT.” [What useful purpose is it to me to have the information to figure out that each roll is 62.25 feet long or what practical “application to life” is there in knowing the square footage of the thing?] In bold white letters on a red background I see “12 Double Rolls = 24 Single Rolls.” [Why have they started counting each “ply” as a separate roll when they are intertwined into one? Why don’t they simply say: “It’s twice as thick!”] I am stumped at how to calculate the relevance of these bold declarations much less figure out what it all means!

Then I remembered the NPR report that gave me a possible clue. Could it be a clever diversionary marketing ploy to make me think I am getting more for my money when I am not? That’s the big stuff! How many folks will figure all that out standing in the grocery aisle? Not many. Most go for the Lab pup and pay the price.

Don’t sweat the little stuff! Baloney! It’s the little stuff that adds up to the big stuff and gets you; especially when it’s beyond your control.

By the way, I went for the Lab pup and bought the “12 Double Rolls/Rouleaux . . . avec CleanRipple Texture” for $7.49 less 37 cents for my 5% Senior discount. It was Thursday/JeudiViva la papierhygeniqueporte!

1-30-15 © McAtee & weegems, 2015

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Let’s Keep In Touch

. . . (ring) . . . (ring) . . .   (ring) . . . (click) . . . “Hi, can’t take your call right now; leave your name and number after the beep and I’ll get back to you.” . . . (beep) bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (click)

Recently a friend told me about the problem she was having with her telephone. It was doing all sorts of weird things on its own. Right in the middle of a conversation it would tend to disappear. On other occasions she would find out that someone tried to call her but the thing did not ring. One day after the umpteenth time a phone company tech guy came to work on the problem with the “new and improved” system, she finally got an honest answer from him. He said people all over were having similar problems. His next-door neighbor was a ham operator and every time the neighbor went on the air the techie’s own TV went dark and his Internet crashed.

The techie finally admitted that his company’s long-range goal was to replace its landline system with cell phones. It was upping its landline rates in an effort to make them so expensive that customers would give up and switch to cell phones, sort of a slick corporate manipulation if I ever heard one. Evidently the company saw a new profit bonanza in “mining copper” from its soon-to-be defunct landlines. Could have Ronald Reagan, in his infinite wisdom, seen this coming when he deregulated Ma Bell way back when? What else did he miss in unintended consequences?

All this got my memory buds a’ blooming remembering our long love affair with phones. Remember “Central?” My wife’s grandpa used to pick up the phone and say to Central, “Hon, can you tell me where my daughter is?” And many a time she probably did! Then there were those party lines and all the eavesdropping and excitement they generated. Our number at home was 504-J. The one next door at the church where Daddy was pastor was 504-W. I admit that our phone “action” was not as exciting as tales I have heard years later of the 8-party lines up in the mountains of eastern Kentucky.

The automated dial system with its rotary phones replaced the old live operator phones. Then came growing named and numbered exchanges. Newer “push button” or commercial touch-tone phones were first introduced at the 1962 World’s Fair in Seattle.[i] Oh, yes, area codes entered the scene as the number of users piled up. We could actually find people and where they lived simply by going to the phone books with all the numbers and addresses listed until some folk went to unlisted numbers. That all went by the way when big-as-a-shoebox sized “mobiles” with shoulder straps came on the market. They weren’t listed in the phone book either. Early clam shelled cell phones showed up and later the “smart phones” with all their apps. Phone books are only half useful locators now.

A few weeks back I was playing email tag with my wife’s niece trying to set up a Skype session when she said, “Text me when you are ready.” I wrote back, “I don’t text, cause I had it turned off on my cell phone.” She called me on my cell phone and laughed at my not texting. She said her kids would roll their eyes and say, “you mean he can actually talk on his cell phone?” Call me old-fashion. Texting will never take the place of seeing loved ones’ handwriting in an old letter or hearing their voice over the phone, even if only on an answering machine. Skype, however, is a pretty good substitute for “being there.”

We have come a long way in communication technology since those immortal words–“Mr. Watson, Come here; I want you”–the first coherent complete sentence transmitted telegraphically.[ii] Could Alexander ever imagine that some day a camera would be attached to his new invention? The other night I read an article about “Viners” that used their smart phones to video their new “six second” stories they looped vertically several times. You had to see them more than once to get the message. With this new platform Viners have dreams of changing the entertainment world.[iii] [Now you know I am in over my head by inserting these comments on Viners. I did it so I could patch Alexander into 21st Century technology!]

While writing this, I have been trying to resurrect what I think was an old phone company commercial that spoke of “keeping in touch” or “reaching out and touch somebody today.” I googled that latter phrase and what did I get? Lyrics for Diana Ross’s “Reach Out and Touch (Somebody’s Hand),” which she sang in the 1970s about “making the world a better place” this way. On the same page was a little button you could push to “download a ring tone to your mobile!” But that wasn’t all; this song was track #3 on the album “Never Can Say Goodbye.”[iv] Now if that isn’t double-barreled serendipity, I don’t know what is. Two chance tie-ins to phones with much more than technological interconnectedness on this link!

What got me going down this progressively random communication rabbit trail was more than concern about switching totally from continuously alive landlines to cell phones that have to be constantly recharged. That by itself gave me the heebie-jeebies because of the specter of “loosing contact.” I remember an eight-day ice storm power outage during which my landline worked but I sat freezing in my car recharging my cell phone just in case. There is a more visceral elemental feeling at work here.

Years ago I took comfort in a primordial sort of fantasizing way that when I picked up my landline phone and held it in my hand I felt I was literally “in touch” with the person on the other end of the line. My hand touched the receiver, that was connected to a line leaving my house, that joined another line on a pole, that connected with a trunk line, that went to another city–any city anywhere–that connected to a pole line, that hooked up with a line going in to my friend’s house, that touched his receiver, that touched his hand! We were “elementally connected.” I know it’s crazy, but I never felt that same connection on my cell phone.

What is happening here is more than deploring the fear of being overcome with “technological progress” that dehumanizes and separates us, though that is a worthy concern. It is about the deep human longing for keeping relational connections; for reaching out and touching somebody’s hand; for never loosing contact, for never saying goodbye. Not merely in a “virtual world” but in a “bone and sinew face-to-face reality.”

Once you say “never,” mortality raises its hoary head and “never” is no longer indefinite. We all come to a point in life when our relational connections become unconnected, when we can no longer touch the somebody’s hand we love; when we loose contact or have to say goodbye. That isn’t an easy time. However, if you are reading this, then you are not at that point yet and neither am I.

In the meantime, let’s keep in touch! I’m still on the line!

12-29-14 © McAtee & weegems, 2014

[i] http://www.corp.att.com/attlabs/reputation/timeline/64touch.html

[ii] The first coherent complete sentence transmitted telegraphically in Alexander Graham Bell’s laboratory on March 10, 1876. http://www.history.com/topics/inventions/alexander-graham-bell

[iii] The New Yorker. “Hollywood and Vine: How Six Seconds Could Change Entertainment.” December 15, 2014.

[iv] “Reach Out and Touch (Somebody’s Hand).” written by Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson.

http://www.metrolyrics.com/reach-out-and-touch-somebodys-hand-lyrics-gloria-gaynor.html

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Putting X in Xmas? Huh?

In our every day life we are faced with symbols that tell us something without spelling out the complete word or concept. For example: $ or @ or % or &. We know immediately what they mean. What about St. or Ave. or P.O. or P.T.A, or btw or LOL? Go to a directory of governmental agencies and you find an alphabet soup-jumble of symbols that are merely forms of abbreviations for their titles.

Sometimes we use foreign letters in our abbreviations. They have special meaning; sometimes they are taken from Greek or Latin. In math we use π or pi, a Greek letter like our letter p. What does it mean or stand for? π = 3.1416. Draw a circle; then draw a straight line through the center. Measure the length of the line or diameter and multiply it by 3.1416 to get the distance around the circle. Simply saying π is easier than π = 3.1416.

During this Advent Season as we approach Christmas, ads and cards will use Xmas in their pitches or greetings. The first letter in Xmas is not really the English letter X, but the Greek letter Chi or X like our letters ch. When we see Xmas it is important to remember X or Chi is the abbreviation for CHRIST or Christos in Greek that begins with the letter Chi. Members of the early church were persecuted for their beliefs so they used the letter Chi as a secret symbol to identify themselves to fellow Christians. The letter X became a look-alike sign of the cross.

What about the other letters MAS? The word mass means “a feast day, festival, or time of celebration.” Connecting the noun form of mass to the end of another word creates a new concept. For example: candlemas = feast of candles; Michaelmas = feast of Michael; Christmas = festival of Christ.

Remember you learned in math, when you had a problem and you did not know the answer, you had a way of finding it out? For example: 2 + 2 = x. Here the x means the unknown factor indicating the question what. The same thing happens sometimes when we forget why or what we are celebrating; the “festival of the unknown or x.”

Or when I go to buy a new suit of clothes I look for a 44 XL. What does this mean besides I grew too much? The X here means “extra” and the L means “long.” Too often this is the way we define or understand Xmas–“the festival of extras that lasts too long!”

Many things are extra to Christmas: trees, presents, decorations, parades, lights, cards, dinners, parties, fun, vacation from school. In and of themselves they are pleasant, important, enjoyable–but they are just extras. They do not show us the real meaning of Christmas.

Recently during the run-up to Christmas increased voices were heard on behalf of taking all references to Christmas out of our growing multicultural secular world. Other voices countered with the much older “Let’s put Christ back in Christ.” And the secular/religious cultural wars were on.

Some were concerned about using Xmas probably because they thought only in terms of X meaning the unknown factor or as standing for the many extras that we have added to our Christmas celebration. But isn’t there more to Xmas than this?

In Latin the word mas means to send. Put all we have said together into Xmas and you get a “time of celebrating Christ’s being sent into the world.” God’s view: a time of sending; our view: a time of Christ’s coming to us.

For those who know what X means, Xmas will always be the identifying symbol of their faith. Christ is not unknown nor something extra but was sent, was born and is the center of their Christian life.

Putting X in Xmas is not just a celebration of a birthday of some unknown or extra somebody born some 2000 years ago. For the Christian, X is the living symbol for Christ, the known qualifying, redeeming, saving factor at the center of one’s life.

Putting X in Xmas is celebration of “For unto us is born this day in the City of David a savior, which is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:11)

 

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“$5 here, $5 there Revisited”

Don’t sweat the little stuff! Yeah, right. What about the big stuff?

In my original “$5 here, $5 there” Blog entry (12-12-11) I used my Internet/cable/phone provider as an illustration of “the little stuff” over which you have no control and how it gets you. Now that one has become big stuff! The increasing cost of service over four years finally hit the tipping point. Enter “Techno Hell!”

In Mid-May I was about to renegotiate cost of my services when another company took over my provider in a corporate buy out that called for getting a new email address by June 14. Of course this was beyond my control but it deeply affected me emotionally and physically. My emotions escalated from frustration to seething anger over this forced change in my life and not having a say in this. Change was coming fast and I had to find out what I could do to regain a “new normal” in my life. Which way should I turn, what services can I get and at what reduced cost?

With channeled [no pun intended!] determination I set out in search of a new communication bundle. My eventual new provider engaged in a campaign to rescue those abandoning my current provider with a bundle that included a lifetime fixed fee at a greatly reduced rate. It included switching from cable to satellite TV, getting a real “land-line” phone and high speed DSL Internet service. Due diligence on all of these satisfied my questions.

The clock was ticking. I spent hours cutting and pasting email files to my computer from my email account that will soon vanish–from my family, my misipi writer cohorts, from the University Press of Mississippi process of creating my book and its title, and from others. I logged on to all the business and professional accounts to change my new email address I had already established. I negotiated details with my new provider, including hanging on to our 43 year-old telephone number and the date for the eventual installation of the new service.

New frustrations began to mount with the waiting, waiting, waiting for the installers and snafu over scheduling. The Internet/phone installers were to come first, then the satellite dish installers. But because my phone number had not migrated from the old provider, the dish installers did their thing first. That meant we went over a week without a land phone line and Internet service. I did let close family and friends know to contact us on our cell phones if needed. At least we had TV service but no RoKu. [Getting RoKu back later entailed a long tedious conversation with someone I suspect was half way round the world!]

We spent more frustrating hours grappling with new remote controls, screen displays and guide, trying to connect the old VCR to our second TV set, and figuring out how to operate the new DVR. Then the first night the new satellite remote control quit working due to nimble fingers punching indiscriminate buttons. No TV!

When the long wait was finally over, we made all the connections and as the last act I turned in the leased equipment to my old provider. That was a cattle call. What a line of silent escapees. As I left, I told the person collecting the equipment he looked like he was working at a funeral home handling all these “dead electronic bodies.” His somber face broke into a hearty grin.

One afternoon during the waiting interim while taking my afternoon walk I heard on NPR radio a researcher talking about how creativity takes place in the pauses of life. The waiting and delay regarding my communication switch turned into somewhat of a spiritual timeout and moment of creative reflection!

Here are some random observations, questions and learnings:

I became acutely aware of how bound I had become to all this new technology that was supposed to enrich my life, but had gotten me into a rut. I felt addicted to checking my emails before I did anything else in the morning and then periodically during the day. This became accentuated when I got my Kindle FIRE and kept it by my bed for a quick fix. Now I was having withdrawal symptoms from the silence of the Internet.

True Confession! I managed a little fix by standing in my neighbor’s driveway at night using their Wi-Fi connection (with permission) checking emails on my FIRE! Being a bit embarrassed at this approach, I went to the local Good Foods Café and connected with their Wi-Fi hotspot.

The TV guide of my subscriptions on screen shows a vast wasteland of stuff — “World’s Best Blender,” “Insanity Workout,” “Uniquely Silver Jewelry,” “The All New Trivia Pack,” “Best Reverse Mortgage,” “Pawn Stars,” “Full and Sexy Hair” and the like. Out of hundreds of channels graphically displayed I am reminded that we watch less than a dozen or so at the very most. Why am I paying for this stuff in which I have no interest?

I agonized over the possibility of loosing our 43 year-old phone number because the old provider would not turn it loose. During the delay I felt like being punished by the provider for leaving! I finally was reconciled to loosing the old number but then I got the call that it was released to the new provider. I fretted over loosing some secondary PBS channels. We lost MSNBC but gained ESPNU in the deal. Bye Bye, Rachael; hello more UK basketball! [As I write this, a heavy thunderstorm blocked the TV Satellite signal for five minutes!]

After a period of time away from the previously numbing technological routines I sensed a significant change taking place–a free feeling of what happens when one turns loose. I can live without this stuff. I had more time for writing three new drafts to post on my Blog before I got my Internet connection back. I wrote a brief Advent devotional for a local church where my wife’s niece attends. I read new books and magazines–both print and digital on my Kindle. I read a book my friend recommended–GUT INSTINCT–about healthy maintenance of the second brain–the abdomen through deep breathing exercises and eating slowly in a quiet setting on a regular basis.

Now the “new normal” has appeared connecting me with family and friends and stuff on TV.  Fraught with new addictions and frustrations? You bet. Alas! How dependent we are. How when we turn loose something it quickly can go away, but how quick some of it comes back. June 14 is here and I am still sorting out what all this means. Fickle, fickle, plain and simple!

Oh yeah. The really positive net gain in this little episode is that we went from nine to eight remote controls for our two TVs! Now that’s progress!

Don’t sweat the little stuff! Baloney! It’s the big stuff that really adds up and gets you; especially when it’s beyond your control. Is that all it has to be?

6-14-13  © McAtee & weegems, 2013

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My Fourth Turning

In the wee hours of the morning of September 11, 2001, I woke up and could not get back to sleep. In an attempt to put myself back to sleep, I picked up a book I had been reading, William Strauss and Neil Howe’s The Fourth Turning published in 1997.*

Several years earlier I became intrigued with their vision of how history unfolds in orderly cycles rather than in linear flow described in Generations.** The details of their theory were rather complex and I had not completely mastered nuance or structure.

That morning I got to the chapter entitled “A Fourth Turning Prophecy.”  According to their theory, a Fourth Turning was a two decade or so span of time in which some dramatic event would “catalyze a Crisis” that would define that period of time and subsequent history. This turning came on the heels of the previous turning they called an “Unraveling.”

“In retrospect, the spark might seem as ominous as a financial crash, as ordinary as a national election, or as trivial as a Tea Party. It could be a rapid succession of small events in which the ominous, the ordinary, and the trivial commingled.” (FT, p. 272)

Based on previous historical trends they had observed, the writers proceeded to spell out several plausible scenarios that may occur “circa-2005.” By now my returning sleep was disturbed by what I was reading:

–a fiscal crisis . . . a state lays claim to its residents federal tax monies . . . tax rebellions spring up in other states. . . treasury bill auctions suspended . . . militia violence . . . .                        cyberterrorist attacks . . . demands issue for a new Constitutional Convention;

–a global terrorist blows up an aircraft . . . the U. S. launches a preemptive strike . . . Congress declares war . . . authorizes unlimited house-to-house searches . . . opponents say president concocted emergency for political purposes . . . foreign capital flees the U.S.;

–impasse over the federal budget reaches stalemate . . . president and Congress both refuse to back down . . . near-total government shutdown triggered . . . president                     declares emergency powers . . . Congress rescinds his authority . . . Congress refuses to raise debt ceiling . . . defaults loom . . . Wall Street panics;

–Centers for Disease Control and Prevention announce spread of new communicable virus . . . disease reaches dense populated areas, killing some . . . Congress enacts                        mandatory quarantine . . . president orders National Guard to cordon off unsafe neighborhoods . . . mayors resist . . . urban gangs battle militias . . . calls mount for   president to declare martial law;

–Growing anarchy throughout former Soviet republics prompts Russia to conduct training exercises around its borders . . . Lithuania erupts in civil war . . . negotiations   break down . . . U.S. diplomats captured . . .President sends troops to rescue them . . . Iran declares alliance with Russia . . . gold and oil prices soar . . . Congress debates                          restoring the draft. (FT, pp. 272-273)

Even though my emotions were whirring, my eyelids were growing weary by the time I read: “It’s highly unlikely that any one of these scenarios will actually happen.” (FT, p. 273) Comforted somewhat by this thought, I dropped off into fitful sleep around 4:00 a.m. with the hope that surely events of this magnitude were not possible.

It was a false hope, as events soon would prove. I should have read a little longer and paid more attention to the sentence following the one I was reading that night.

“What is likely, however, is that the catalyst will unfold according to a basic Crises dynamic that underlies all of these scenarios: An initial spark will trigger a chain reaction of unyielding responses and further emergencies. The core elements of these scenarios (debt, civic decay, global disorder) will matter more than the details, which the catalyst will juxtapose and connect in some unknowable way. If foreign societies are also entering a Fourth Turning, this could accelerate the chain reaction.” (FT, p. 273)

I did not return to this book for a couple years at which time I wrote in the margin of page 273:

“I was reading this page during the early hours of September 11, 2001. I could not pick it  up to re-read it again until 9/21/03. I could not bring myself to look at it. W. G. McAtee”

Here it is again, 9/11!

Seven years since Strauss and Howe’s target date of “cira-2005” now have lapsed. Has the event ending the latest Unraveling happened and the next Crises been ignited? When did it happen? Are we now in the Fourth Turning? What do these strange sounding Strauss/Howe concepts mean?

My thoughts on this occasion drift back to The Fourth Turning for answers.

 (to be continued)

 ____________________

* Strauss, William and Neil Howe, The Fourth Turning: An American Prophecy. New York: Broadway Books, 1997. (FT)

**______, Generations: The History of America’s Future, 1584-2069. New York: William Morrow & Co., 1991. (G)

9/11/12  © McAtee & weegems, 2012

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On Prayer

In the midst of my second trip back in November of 2011 to the Occupy Lexington encampment seeking some answers to one of my misipi cohort’s valid questions I received a question on prayer from another cohort: I must admit I am confused about prayer.  Of course I ask God for His Blessing for R, J, and anyone else, but just what am I doing when I pray?

Others in our group shared very thoughtful answers in response. One asked for comments from our “theological associates,” referring to Tex Sample and me. I want to assure you, what follows is not something I pulled off my professional shelf. I confess I have not given this kind of attention to the meaning and practice of prayer for a long time. Our discussion has pushed me to dig deep and articulate afresh my beliefs about “what I am doing when I pray.” So here goes!

Prayer for me is the language of the great Divine/human love affair.  The great commandment–“loving God and your neighbor as yourself” provides the foundation that informs and defines all relationships between the Divine and us and with each other. This is the context in which all such conversations take place.

The language/conversations have several dimensions illustrated in the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship’s classic liturgical list that applies, not only to public worship, but is a framework for personal prayer practices as well. Examples:

–adoration (praising God from whom all blessings flow);

–thanksgiving (expressing gratitude for God’s kind and tender mercies, aka unmerited grace);

–confession/assurance of pardon (acknowledging we have “missed the mark”, asking for forgiveness);

–illumination (preparing our hearts to hear God’s word);

–supplication (preparing our hearts to humbly approach God);

–intercession (“beseeching” God for all sorts of conditions and concerns for others and the world);

–petition (seeking guidance and strength for facing one’s life);

–offertory (blessing our response to God’s gracious gifts);

–communion of saints (thanking God for the faithful who have gone before us, asking for courage to follow their example, while ascribing all honor and glory to God);

–benediction (God’s blessing for going out into the world).

My other thoughts and considerations about prayer:

First, personal prayer may take several forms ranging from unconscious feelings to random conscious thoughts to more structured verbal expressions. “Be constant in prayer.”

Second, prayer is not a matter of asking for specific outcomes, but being faithful no matter the outcome.

Third, faithfulness being the case, all clues necessary for understanding God’s answers to our prayers are found in Scripture, therefore, we “search God’s Word to find what is pleasing to God.” This necessitates the meditation (study) part of prayer that challenges the patience for those of us seeking specific outcomes.

Fourth, when it is all said and done, how the language/conversations with God really works, at times is a great mystery. This mystery takes on specific significance from me, when someone asks me to pray for them. What is really going on in the transaction?

Somehow something happens in the transaction when I make the promise that I will remember she or he in my prayers: a) the person knows that someone(s) cares; b) he or she is not facing whatever it is alone but is “surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses”; c) in the caring, some kind of energy is transmitted from one person(s) to another; d) and somehow this is part of God’s redemptive everlasting arms encircling the person, working God’s eternal purposes in the lives of all involved. That is about the best I can do at comprehending God’s great mystery.

This exercise got me back in touch with what I learned about prayer in my two extended trips to the hospital–one in 1995 for open eye surgery and one in 2011 with complications from urinary tract infection. In the first case I remember simply praying that if I lost my sight, that I be given the grace to live with it and find some purpose in my new situation.

In the second case I actually don’t remember praying at all. I simply fell asleep for long periods turning loose of all cares and letting my body do its own healing thing.

Someone said later when the unexpected outcome of full recovery without surgery occurred: “Your prayers were answered.” I said: “No, the prayers of the ‘great cloud of witnesses’ were answered, because I was too occupied otherwise to pray!”

Love and peace to y’all this day. [That “y’all” includes our growing prayer list.]

08-12-12  © McAtee & weegems, 2012

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Inaugural Float — January 22, 1952

It all started in the fall of 1951 with the homecoming parade. The BHS Key Club entered a small float that it built with the help of its advisor, David Lovell. David was very generous with his 1950 Chevy convertible. Some of us would pile in it and tool around Ole Brook as if we were “hollywooding it.” The float we put together was better than average and caught the eye of someone later connected with the governor’s inaugural parade the next January.

It must have been someone with the Brookhaven Chamber of Commerce, if indeed that existed. Brookhaven, Mississippi was entering its “festival phase” with its annual Gay Ninety Week to be held on March 26-30, 1952. Dreams were that this would rival the Natchez Pilgrimage festivities and the Governor’s Inaugural Parade seemed like the perfect place to showcase this grand event. At any rate the Key Club was invited to construct and enter a float in Governor Hugh White’s second inaugural parade touting “cultural virtues” of Ole Brook.

What better theme for a float Lovell could dream up to promote the event than to incorporate live magnolia leaves surrounding a flowing faux fountain adorned by beautiful southern belles and swans. The Key Club guys would provide the brawn to go with David’s brains. A lowboy 18-wheeler was obtained from a local road contractor as foundation for the float as well as a standard 18-wheeler tractor-trailer to haul the makings of the float to Jackson where it would be assembled in a warehouse.

Lovell constructed the plaster of Paris fountain with angel hair water, collected suitable swans, formed the trunks for the magnolia trees, designed the side panels and fashioned the gateposts with lamps. Other materials such as two by fours and chicken wire were also gotten to form the skirt of the float.

On the weekend before the big parade Key Clubbers descended on the river bottom south of Brookhaven near the original site of Ole Brook [probably near Robert Stamps’ family place] to collect branches of magnolia limbs. These were loaded on pickup trucks and taken to a staging location in granddaddy Moreton’s side yard where the tractor-trailer was waiting. On the day before the parade, some of us piled into the two trucks for our journey to Jackson. Others came with David in his car.

Upon arrival at the designated warehouse we began work through the night to construct our float under David’s skillful direction. We built the frame for the skirt and began to attach the magnolia branches to it. I believe we covered the floor with funeral grass from a local funeral home. The fountain was assembled, as were the two trees and wrought iron lighted gate. The warehouse was not heated and there was little time to sleep. Some of us caught catnaps in the cold trailer now vacated of it trove of supplies.

Shortly after dawn the float was finished and it was time to move it to the area where the parade entrants were gathering. Our lovely southern belles, Linda Hedgepeth and Judy Entrican, braved the morning foggy chill in flowing white evening gowns completing David’s inspiration. Before the parade rolled out, the brawn posed for a picture with the beauties along with artist David Lovell, showing in our demeanor solemn signs of chilled weariness of the night before.

The float picture, snapped by Brookhaven’s ubiquitous Whitbeck,* appeared at the bottom of The Key Club page 47 in The Ole Brook 1952 annual. Seated left to right: Linda Hedgepeth and Judy Entrican; swans unnamed. Standing left to right: Jimmy Moreton, president; William McAtee, treasurer; Norman Young, secretary; Robert Stamps, member; David Lovell, artist; Jap Becker, vice-president; Buddy Watts, Key Club Regional lieutenant-governor. Inaugural Float 3

I don’t remember any direct response by the Governor to our work, but as I recall it created quite an appreciative stir along the parade route and one more fond memory for the Class of ’52 Key Clubbers!

*  “WHITBECK PHOTO SERVICE, COMMERCIAL PHOTOGRAPHY, BROOKHAVEN, MISSISSIPPI” printed on back of original photo. Whitbeck also was renowned photographer of trains during this time. In McAtee Photo Collection

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