Ken Elliot, March 29 & 30, 2002


American Flatbread – Flatbread Kitchen

Dedication

Friday and Saturday, March 29 and 30, 2002

Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to

 

On the Remembrance of Ken Elliot and the Nature of God

 

            With the coming of Passover and Easter and the recent observation of the Vernal Equinox (that Pagan celebration that was the wellspring of the monotheistic holidays) and this being the 50th birthday of my late friend Ken Elliot, (he was a saint of a soul) and with the irreducible state of war, my thoughts and eyes turn toward heaven…

            When I was a young father, I would often have to laugh at myself and the mysteries and vagaries of caring for infants. As soon as I thought I had their patterns and preferences figured out, they would change: sleepless days became sleepless nights; the same play that would bring a smile one week would bring howls and tears the next. I was reduced to the knowing of unknowingness; that so complex were the dynamics of early childhood, that I could never truly know its next direction or turn.

 

            So it seems too with the will of God.

 

            I listen and watch the wars rage on. Afghanistan. Jerusalem. And dozens of other places less recorded, but no less dehumanizing; each side defending its cause and purpose in consort with the will of God; each in prayerful petition for the victory; each seeing the other as unholy, unworthy, often even less than fully human. Abraham Lincoln struggled with a war among brothers in love with the same God. (As recorded in his second inaugural address). How else could it be in a one-God world?

            And so I have come to think that we do not know, and maybe never can know the will of God. I have reduced what it is I know of God and man to this: I only know one thing for sure, and that is that I love God. And I have one salient faith or belief, I believe and have faith in that God loves me. As to my relation to God and man, I know little for certain but have one observation that I use as my guide: I do not know, truly, if it matters at all to God how I treat others. I observe, however, that it matters a great deal to them, and that is enough. Happy Equinox, Happy Passover, and  Happy Easter.

 

Thank you for coming tonight. Your presence gives this work meaning. And Happy Birthday, Ken- you were a wonderful friend.

                                                                        Love,

                                                                                    George

 

 

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