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Ministerial Cottage, Americus, Georgia, and Difficult Memories   Leave a comment

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All Photographs by Kenneth Randolph Taylor, May 8, 2015

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In 2006 my parents moved into a ministerial cottage at Magnolia Manor in Americus, Georgia.  He was already declining due to Alzheimer’s Disease, although that diagnosis came later.  I had moved to Athens, Georgia, in August 2005, so I visited occasionally.  Geographical distance protected me from the worst of my father’s dementia and physical problems (some of them related to it) most of the time.  My mother, however, was not as fortunate.  Being his caregiver was quite difficult.

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A friend in Athens lost her father to Alzheimer’s Disease also.  She told me that her father had died about ten years before his physical death.  I have come to understand what she meant, for the man who died in October 2014 occupied my father’s body yet was quite diminished from the man who had raised me.

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My mother occupied the ministerial cottage until the beginning of June 2015.  I paid my last visit, mainly to help her pack, in early May of that year.  Looking at the rooms stirred up difficult memories related to my father’s illness.  I recalled, for example, that, on Thanksgiving Day 2013, shortly before my father left the house for the last time and entered the nursing home (visible through the kitchen window) involuntarily, his behavior prompted me to take a long walk up and down the sidewalks beside Lee Street just to get away from him.

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It is unfair that often the last memories we have of certain loved ones are difficult.  When these loved ones die physically, they have actually died already, for the people they were have ceased to exist.  Trying to conduct a simple and intelligent conversation with such a loved one in the final stage of life might prove impossible.  One seeks to treat him or her with respect and dignity, but he or she, as he or she is at that phase, makes that difficult.  I have compassion for these loved ones and for those who struggle to treat them properly, for I have had a taste of what that is like.  Even visiting my father in the nursing home for an hour at a time was emotionally and physically draining.  Repeating myself too many times due to his confusion, bad memory, and bad hearing was difficult.  I tried to be kind, but I realized that I did not know what do in that moment.  A sense of futility had set in.

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Fortunately for everyone, especially my father, he died before Alzheimer’s Disease had a chance to do its worst.  He knew his family until the end.  I had suspected that the end might come in late 2014, as it did.  His death was merciful for all involved.  I recall watching him struggle with confusion and become frustrated.  But what did he feel that he could not communicate to anyone?  What was it like to be him at the end?  That struggle ended in October 2014.

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We humans associate memories with where events occurred.  I associate my father’s end and the final stage of his decline with Magnolia Manor, Americus, Georgia.  Now that no member of my family lives on that campus anymore, I have little reason to visit the place.  That is fine, for I seek to build positive memories when I visit Americus.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

JANUARY 2, 2016 COMMON ERA

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Hebrews 7, 25   3 comments

Heb. 7, 25

Above:  Part of the Original Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

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Heb. 7, 25

see Rom. 1, 16

I.

The cause of the world’s woe–sin.  What fearful havoc it has wrought.  Man sought to hide from the presence of God.  He lost his way in moral darkness and plunged into every evil work.  How deep was his sin and its stain.

II.

The need of the world–of every man in it–is salvation.  Without it all else fails.

(1)  No moral sense save as one has knowledge of a holy God.  The Romans attributed great sins ton their deities on Mt. Olympus and in turn plead those sins in defense of their own corruption.  There was not a gentleman on Mt. Olympus.   Hence men need to learn that God is holy, that they may have a sense of sin–Isaiah’s vision.  “Convict the world of sin.”

(2)  Men need power to become the sons of God–new creatures–delivered from the power and pollution of sin, from its enslavement.  Else man cannot walk uprightly before God and men.

(3)  Jesus Christ does just this.  “To them gave he power to become the sons of God” (Jno. 1, 12).  “Hath power on earth to forgive sins.”  Millions have experienced this.

III.

Here then is the work of the church–to give to the world the knowledge of God and his power to save, to solve their vexed problems.  “How can they believe on him of whom they have not heard?  How can they hear without a preacher?”  Jesus calls us to witness to all the world that he may save all men.

GEORGE WASHINGTON BARRETT

Ode to Puns   Leave a comment

O glorious puns,

derided as the “lowest form of humor,”

you, who require a large

vocabulary, are not only fun

but, according not only to rumor,

more fun than any barge.

To tell excellent puns one must be smart,

well-read, literate, and observant;

to understand puns one must be the same.

Magnificent thou art,

intelligent and well-meant;

thou the groans should not tame.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

DECEMBER 30, 2012 COMMON ERA

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Aging   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Author’s Chin on December 30, 2012

My chin is sprouting white hairs and

their friends are growing from my temples.

Yes, I am aging;

I recover more slowly from aches and pains and

experiences pile upon each other,

forming a proverbial tower

of knowledge and awareness

of how little (relatively) I know

as I become more conscious

of one thing then another,

affirmed or proven wrong.

I am growing more humble with age;

sophomoric notions of omniscience

ring hollow; putting on airs

is a waste of time.

Such knowledge is a great gain.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

DECEMBER 30, 2012 COMMON ERA

 

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Late Night/Early Morning Rain II   Leave a comment

Early morning rain

pelts the roof

during a thunderstorm,

creating a nocturnal rhythm–

a music of sorts–

to which to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, the thirsty earth

drinks the water the clouds supply

from up in the sky

as occasional bolts of lightning

illumine the overcast sky.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

DECEMBER 26, 2012

Advent Renewal   Leave a comment

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Above:  The Author on December 2, 2012

The cycle turns

from the Season after Pentecost

to Advent again;

Christ is King,

the announcement of the end of the old order

makes room for

the announcement of the new order.

Soon (liturgically),

a child will be born defenseless

into a dangerous world,

and, today,

I recall that perfidy must never

extinguish innocence and love.

The church year begins again

in apprehension and hope

and in the shadow of Calvary and an empty tomb–

again, apprehension and hope.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

DECEMBER 3, 2012 COMMON ERA

THE FEAST OF SAINT MARUTHAS, ROMAN CATHOLIC BISHOP OF MAYPHERKAT AND MISSIONARY TO PERSIA

THE FEAST OF SAINT BERNARD OF PARMA, ROMAN CATHOLIC BISHOP

THE FEAST OF SAINT FRANCIS XAVIER, ROMAN CATHOLIC MISSIONARY IN ASIA

THE FEAST OF JOHN OWEN SMITH, UNITED METHODIST BISHOP IN GEORGIA

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Late Night/Early Morning Rain   Leave a comment

Above:  The Author on November 11, 2012

The rain falls gently,

pitter-pattering in the darkness,

falling off the roof,

flowing downhill as it glistens in street lights.

Tree shadows fall across the ground

carpeted in Autumn leaves

as cool air refreshes those who are outdoors.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

NOVEMBER 15, 2012 COMMON ERA