Had a lovely weekend!

Drove down to Enumclaw (past “Flaming Geyser Park” a name that evokes wonder and curiosity) and got the guys from a week long Scout camp. Worked on an Afterword for By What Authority? (it’s being revised and expanded and re-published in a new edition by Ignatius) as Jan did the driving. Then we headed north to Coulon park (at the south end of Lake Washington) and spent the day Saturday, I mean) hanging with the fam (Jan’s side), munching munchables, and diving off the diving boards for a couple of hours. For some reason, I’m stiff, which surprises me. Then, to Mass the next day.

I really need to focus more on thanksgiving and less on… not thanksgiving. If the word Eucharist means anything, it’s that thanksgiving is literally the greatest and most human thing a person can do.

I’m crappy at it. Your prayers would be appreciated.

  • Blog Goliard

    Do you have an anticipated release date for the new edition of By What Authority? I’ll be interested in getting a signed copy if you’re able to offer that.

    And I’m happy to send some of my morning prayers your way, that you keep that insight on thanksgiving always at the forefront of your mind. Stay strong and stay sane and keep getting holier, brother.

  • B.E. Ward

    Wow.. the Ignatius thing is sort of a big deal. Congrats! I’ll be sure to inform our local library systems of their obligation to order it.

  • http://www.chesterton.org Sean P. Dailey

    “Thanks are the higheest form of thought.” –G.K. Chesterton

    “You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing, and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.” –G.K. Chesterton

    And finally…

    “I hung on to the remains of religion by one thin thread of thanks.” –G.K. Chesterton (from his Autobiography, where he describes what saved him from the nearly deadly spiritual and philosophical malaise he suffered from as a young man)

  • thomas tucker

    Mark- Melanie and I were down in Oregon for a few days as I had a meeting there, and we went to to the local church for Confession and Mass Saturday evening. The penance the priest assigned me was to spend several minutes in prayer thanking God for His blessings. I have never had that penance before, but it was a remarkable thing once I started thinging of all the blessings God has bestowed on me. Wow. So I understand what you are saying about thanksgiving, and agree wholeheartedly!

  • trespinos

    My ancient memory is untrustworthy, but didn’t the name come from the efforts of some local entrepreneur who had the idea of lighting off some flammable liquid in the pool of a natural geyser near the Green River, the better to draw crowds to his amusement park. As I say, that may only be a garbled legend passed down by my elders, so what say we Google it?

    • http://creativefidelity.wordpress.com Dan F.

      better yet, let’s just write a wikipedia page about it based on your garbled legend.

  • John G.

    Believe it or not, I was born in Enumclaw. The flaming geyser is an artesien well that is fed methane escaping from the local coal deposits (Being close to Black Diamond – a coal town). When I was a kid you could throw a match in it and some times it would catch and burn for a few minutes. Haven’t stopped there for over forty years so don’t know if it still works. The coal was pretty much exhausted when I was a kid.

  • Loud

    Holy, Cow! I thought you said “Flaming GEEZER Park”!!!!


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