This is where I am sitting and writing this morning --in this bed at the
Welcome Inn in Covington, Indiana.

Outside my window, it is greener than green, and west of us the land begins to get "flat" like flat, really. At least, that is what Jim claims. There are many gullies and washes to my eye --and small hills upon which the old houses are built. It is a beautiful and lush place. The first peoples here are known to us as the Kickapoo or the Shawnee. I would bet they wouldn't see this place as "flat" either.
This is the small horse barn behind the house.

And this picture is of Dan (almost smiling) and Jim (smiling) behind the old house now the B&B where we are staying.

I am here to help them bury Jim's mother, Dorothy. Give her back to God. In this steadfast, productive land where she was born and in which she will now be laid to rest.
Being here with Dan and Jim, and their beautiful family, with this rich and beautiful and awesome land all around, and with the caution of potential harsh judgment from the people of the heartland, and with Dorothy beckoning all of us to remember the larger life--the life where even sacraments cease....
--I am left pondering why, in trying to make sense and order out of God's wild world, we make those harsh judgments and rules and regulations of no value upon each other, when love and grace is what we are offered....
From morning prayer:
(Col. 2:13-23) God made you alive together with him, when he forgave us all our trespasses, erasing the record that stood against us with its legal demands. He set this aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and made a public example of them, triumphing over them in it. Therefore do not let anyone condemn you in matters of food and drink or of observing festivals, new moons, or sabbaths. These are only a shadow of what is to come, but the substance belongs to Christ.
Do not let anyone disqualify you, insisting on self-abasement and worship of angels, dwelling on visions, puffed up without cause by a human way of thinking, and not holding fast to the head, from whom the whole body, nourished and held together by its ligaments and sinews, grows with a growth that is from God. If with Christ you died to the elemental spirits of the universe, why do you live as if you still belonged to the world? Why do you submit to regulations, "Do not handle, Do not taste, Do not touch"? All these regulations refer to things that perish with use; they are simply human commands and teachings. These have indeed an appearance of wisdom in promoting self-imposed piety, humility, and severe treatment of the body, but they are of no value in checking self-indulgence.
Yeah Paul. Preach it to us, baby. Oh, and one more thing; I am very glad this is not the biffy I am expected to use! I mean, it is a very roomy two-holer, but I do love me a lush-flush....

But, then again, this is the view I miss by not using the old biffy....

Blessings.