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Making Do

31 Tuesday Aug 2010

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All the easily developed land has been developed.  And what isn’t easy – like building the parking garage in downtown Juneau that required excavation and removal of a colossal size rock – is sometimes taken on too, if the rock is taking up prime real estate.

Not all rocks require excavation.  I found a good many turned into billboards, like these that line Skagway’s port and harbor.  But nowhere did I find evidence of new buildings beside old ones within historic districts.  Rather than tearing down and building new, like the good folks of West “U” –  that posh neighborhood inside Houston’s Loop, where many three story mini-mansions keep company with cottage bungalows  — the people of Juneau and Skagway tend to recycle, to just make do with their land.  Between mountains and sea, there’s no other choice but to make do.

Who cares if a building, that today houses one of Juneau’s many souvenir shops, still boasts that carved-in-stone name of “Juneau Laundry?”  Or that a sporting goods store now resides in the old home of Alaska Electric Light and Power Company?

Or that Rainbow Foods operates in excess space from a church whose name is not as prominently displayed?

Whether “Rainbow Foods” Church has a little grocery side-business or whether it supplements its pass-the-plate collections with rental income, either causes wonder on which part of their building is busiest – the one devoted to groceries or the one devoted to worship of God.

Downsizing church property is one thing, but within a block of “Rainbow” Church, two churches have closed their doors.  Though nearby signs indicated both spaces were available, I couldn’t imagine any kind of business willing to resurrect this once sacred space.  Until I recalled my favorite eating place — located again — inside the Houston Loop; of all places, Mark’s American Restaurant runs its business in the lofty cathedral arched building of a former church on Westheimer Street.

I can no longer recall the name or the denomination of the former church that once filled this prime piece of real estate.  Though I’m a little bothered by my memory lapse, I’m more bothered by the thought of dying churches, especially when evidence of resurrection – by a subsequent succeeding business – proves it wasn’t the location but something else that needed tending.

When Mark’s was rated by USA Today as one of the top ten places to eat in the United States, it took weeks to secure a dinner reservation.  Last time my husband and I dined there, which happened on just an ordinary week night – five years after USA Today’s blessing — every seat was full.  Had this ever been true for the church that once inhabited “Mark’s” space?

All these words on rocks and churches and resurrected buildings and “making do” has me recalling a few words of Jesus in the Gospels — “On this rock, I will build my church” — spoken in response to Peter’s confession to Jesus, “You are the Christ”; Jesus spoke to Peter and to all the disciples and whoever else was in hearing range of Peter’s Great Confession.

Thinking about that ragtag band of Peter and the other disciples — who never understood Jesus’ teachings, who were busy jostling for heavenly rewards (like the right hand seat of Jesus), who as a group, betrayed and scattered and even denied knowing Jesus the night he was arrested – alongside the words “On this rock, I will build my church”, only goes to show Jesus was making do too.

I suppose he still does.

Postcards Starboard

29 Sunday Aug 2010

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Alaska, Cruise, Everyday Life, Soul Care, Travel, Writing

There’s a postcard outside my window this morning.

Surely beauty grows wild in Alaska.  Instead of wildlife and wildflowers, it’s the mountains rushing to greet us today – mountains backlit by the hint of an eastern sun.

Still clouds reign, though the beauty of this place is not disguised.  Thick conifers fall to the sea.  Likely Black and White Spuce, they stand in rows, one on top of another, as if standing before their assigned stadium seats.  Cheering.  Soon the ship will dock, allowing us to mingle with the sights and tastes of Juneau.

Hubbard Glacier was doing what it does best yesterday – calving icebergs.  Thunder roared, just like for rain in the sky, to announce the birth of a new independent entity.  Around Old Mother Hubbard, the seas were filled with offspring; a few turned into air mattresses for seals in need of a little rest in the weak sun.

The ship officers made their own proud announcement yesterday:  Our ship was brought within two-tenths of a mile to ‘shore’, closer than any of this ship’s other cruises to Hubbard this season.  Being a bit of a skeptic, I wondered if they didn’t tell the same to all the other ‘girls.’

No matter.  There’s no need to boast in Alaska.  Near or far, there is a sense of the holy all about me.  I feel lost and at a loss for words.  And isn’t this the way it always is, whenever and wherever humans bump up against the Holy; whether on the pages of the Bible or in the here and now, we stumble for words of our experience.  “God cannot be expressed but only experienced,” writes Frederick Buechner.

Which makes me think — surely the tired and worn phrase of postcard writing – “Wish you were here” – was born in Alaska.

Sailing in Gray

28 Saturday Aug 2010

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This morning’s view is a study in gray with steel blue waves slicing into the light smoke of the horizon.  Closer to the ship, gray puffs of rain-making clouds close in on us.  I pray these lighten by noon, before we reach Hubbard Glacier.

Though the ocean is smooth, I feel a slight sway ever so often.  If I were to relax into it, I could fall back asleep.  But I’d rather not.  Morning is my best time to think and to wonder in the quiet – to write and to pray.

Though I had no intention to, I picked up a couple of books at the Denali Park bookstore.  Books are my particular weakness; yet they also serve as sacred souvenirs of travel.  One I’ve been enjoying this morning comes from an 1879 travel journal penned by John Muir,  where he writes about his first experiences of Alaska.  I enjoy pondering the thoughts of this man, described as part-naturalist and part-poet, who served as the Sierra Club’s first president.

Here’s a passage I particularly like for this first morning at sea:

“The scenery of the ocean, however sublime in vast expanse, seems far less beautiful to us dry-shod animals than that of the land seen only in comparatively small patches; but when we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.”

— John Muir, Travels in Alaska

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