Sunday, October 17, 2021

Happy 15th Anniversary to Us!

Bob and I will celebrate our

15th Wedding Anniversary

on Thursday...

Maude & Robert Pych on our wedding day,

October 21, 2006

Pastor/Rabbi Jonathan Cahn, officiating.


OUR WEDDING CANOPY

Israel Pilgrimage—2006

 

There was a grass-roofed shelter

along the Sea of Galilee

which reminded me of a succah

which reminded me of God’s covering over me

which reminded me of the blue and white tallit

I bought yesterday in Tiberias

 

Once I read an article in The Record

that stated being wrapped in a tallit

is like getting a hug from God

a statement that made me yearn

for a prayer shawl of my own

The very day after the article appeared

Rabbi Jonathan revealed

the newly designed Mizoram tallit to our congregation

with its colorful “Lamb within a Star of David” logo

representing Yeshua, our Jewish Messiah—

I gasped, when I saw it, assuming

one would be mine, my tallit, my hug from God

however, they were only presented to the pastors

 

which brings me to my marriage to Bob

just sixteen days ago

and that Pastor Steven graciously offered

to lend us his tallit to use as our wedding canopy

He gave us his traditional blue and white striped shawl

but Rabbi Jonathan said we would need a larger one

so Pastor Steven lent us his personal Mizoram tallit—

the very shawl that caused me to gasp, so long ago

 

Four ministers held up the corners of the prayer shawl

creating a fringed huppah over our heads

So, Bob and I stood under the covering of the Lamb

as we exchanged our marriage vows

 

At the conclusion of the ceremony

Rabbi Jonathan draped the shawl over our shoulders

wrapping us in a Heavenly hug on our holy wedding day

 

Maude Carolan Pych



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Sunday, October 10, 2021

An Unexpected Blessing


One of those unexpected blessings...

Mount of Beatitudes, Israel

Image credit: holyland-pilgrimage.org





BLESSED AT THE MOUNT OF BEATITUDES

Israel Pilgrimage—1986

 

At the Mount of Beatitudes

Wayne[1] suggests we each find

a quiet spot to spend

time alone with God

 

so I stroll along a pathway

surrounding the church

built in the name of

the Lord’s great message

to the multitudes

 

In a few moments I hear baa baaing

and follow the sound to the top of a hill

with sheep and a shepherd in view below

 

I sit on a low wall

to watch and carefully listen

for the voice of my Shepherd

amid plaintive bleating

I, too, am one of His sheep

I, too, have things to tell him

and don’t want to miss

anything He might have to say

 

This is communion—

a lamb with her Shepherd

 

I bask awhile in sweet serenity

aware of a holy presence

as the sheep graze

and the shepherd, like Jesus

carefully tends his flock

 

Afterward, we pilgrims come together—

No one else heard the sheep

No one else saw the shepherd

 

The interlude was for me alone

a gift from my God—

a simple blessing

to one little lamb He loves

 

Maude Carolan Pych



[1] Wayne Monbleau—Pilgrimage leader and host of “Let’s Talk About Jesus” radio program. 



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Sunday, October 3, 2021

Mount Arbel in the Moonlight

Here's another poem of pilgrimage...

Mount Arbel at night.


MOUNT ARBEL IN THE MOONLIGHT

Israel Pilgrimage--2006

 

Traveling in the tour bus from Tel Aviv

we arrive at the base of Mount Arbel

before twilight turns to dusk

 

The prudent would

postpone this venture

till daybreak, but

the zealous are rarely prudent

 

so seventy of us

imprudent zealous pilgrims

hastily begin an uphill trek

dodging rocky obstacles

Sprightly pilgrim feet

shuffle, sprint and stumble

up the mount

right to the cliff edge

at the pinnacle

 

The last vestiges of twilight

reveal the Galilee

flowing below us, darkly

like a great well of ink

Thousands of twinkling pin-lights

emanate from across the lake

…the city of Tiberius

 

The full moon

makes shadows of us all

as our guide teaches

and our rabbi ministers

 

We sing

O how we sing—

 

We are standing

on holy ground and we know

that there are angels all around…

 

and song after song of praise

unconcerned about hour or nightfall

 

Our exhilarated spirits mellow

and we lapse into solemn silence

except for muffled adoration

by a few and gentle weeping

by those bearing weighty burdens

 

then one by one

we make our way

…sure-footedly

down the steep, stony path

as God’s great October orb

casts a holy beacon

upon what otherwise would be

a treacherous, dark descent

 

Maude Carolan Pych

 

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Sunday, September 26, 2021

Mount Scopus

A View of Jerusalem from Mount Scopus...

Image credit: pinterest.com

I vividly remember during my second pilgrimage to Israel in 1987, while riding in the tour bus to Mount Scopus, to overlook Jerusalem, that our tour guide, Micha Ashkenazi, suddenly broke into singing so beautifully, "Yerushalayim Shel Zahav" (Jerusalem of Gold). 

The following poem is from my third pilgrimage in 2006...


MOUNT SCOPUS

Israel Pilgrimage—2006

 

It’s nighttime—

We arrive at Mount Scopus

overlooking Yerushalayim[1]

The stars glimmer

in the heavens

and The City is lit up

like the jewel of all the earth

 

Wishful, I want

there to be fireworks

want the surroundings

to express the excitement

stirring inside of me—

Suddenly, I hear

the unmistakable sound of fireworks

boom, boom, booming

somewhere

although I cannot see

their luminous splendors

bursting in the sky

 

We partake of the fruit of the vine—

our cup of blessing

as we prepare to enter in

 

Our rabbi prays

for the peace of Jerusalem

prays the Shema[2]

prays the Shehekianu[3]

covers his head

with a magnificent tallit[4]

embellished with

the Star of David and the Lamb

He lifts his hands and prays

the Aaronic Benediction

 

Our joy cannot be contained—

This is the City of Our Great King

 

I watch a tear

trickle down

my rabbi’s face

 

Maude Carolan Pych




[1] Jerusalem

[2] The central prayer in the Jewish prayerbook (Siddur)

[3] A common Jewish prayer to celebrate special occasions

[4] prayer shawl


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Monday, September 20, 2021

A Poem of Pilgrimage

 

Image credit: jerusalemperspective.com

AT CHORAZIN

Israel Pilgrimage—1986

 

We’re at Chorazin, trying

to make ourselves comfortable

amid the ancient ruins

of the cursed city

 

I look for a patch

of dry grass to sit upon;

others sit on some rocks

Wayne Monbleau[1] props himself

against an acacia tree

 

We’re wearing head coverings

to shield us from the sun—

It’s hot!

 

Beside us are box lunches

and water bottles

that we’ve brought

from the hotel

 

We open our Bibles

to Luke 10:13

 

Woe to you Chorazin;

woe to you Bethsaida…

 

Wayne begins teaching—

 

I think of Jesus—

imagine Him propped

against a tree

like Wayne

 

imagine myself at His feet—

like Mary of Bethany

like an apostle

 

imagine us opening

our lunch sacks—

barley loaves; some fish

fresh from the depths

of the Galilee nearby

 

imagine listening to every word

as the Master pronounces woes

on the unrepentant cities

 

That was nearly

two millennia ago—

This is 1986

It is Wayne who is explaining

the Scriptures to us

not Jesus

 

We offer praise to God

and sing Hallels from the Psalms

A few birds are chirping

The sun-scorched clumps

of grass are lumpy beneath me

I smell the dry earth

and swat at a few pesky gnats

Perspiration beads up on my brow

I wipe it away

It is, I suppose, much the same

as it was way back then

 

and as it was then for them

I want the Word

to take root inside of me—

be it woes and chastisements

be it beatitudes and blessings—

take root

as it did in Mary

as it did in the apostles

 

for I, too, am a disciple

of the Lord

 

Maude Carolan Pych

7/4/12 Rev 4 9/20/21



[1] Rev. Wayne Monbleau is the founder of Loving Grace Ministries and host of the Christian radio call-in counseling program, “Let’s Talk About Jesus.” He led this 1986 pilgrimage to Israel.



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Sunday, September 12, 2021

Twenty Years Later...

Here's a poem I wrote shortly after 9/11/01...

Image credit: wkbn.com

WAITING WITH ARMS OUTSTRETCHED

Written in the wake of the September 11, 2001, Attack on America

 

We’ve been told God doesn’t belong in our schools

He doesn’t belong in public buildings

not in the town square, not at baseball games

We may not pray to Him in our classrooms

His Name has been shushed from graduations

Our witness at work has been silenced

Crèches and menorahs have been removed from government properties

and replaced with roly-poly Santas, tinseled trees and dreidels

Christmas and Hanukkah have been neutered

with wishes of “season’s greetings,” “happy holidays”

We’ve been closeted by the separation of church and state

in this free country founded as a safe haven for religious freedom

 

but when those 767s flew into those magnificent towers, September 11th

when those great towers imploded, when thousands died tragically

and shockwaves of grief and terror riveted our planet

suddenly our churches filled

God’s name arose boldly on banners all across the land

It was posted, plastered, scrawled and spoken

prayed to by the President, our leaders, newsmen

It appeared on school message boards

bumper stickers, lapel pins, buttons

It was superimposed upon flag decals glued to our windowpanes

It was emblazoned upon our chests on patriotic T-shirts

and it appeared over and over and over on subway prayer walls

along with Scotch taped photos of those who were missing

Thousands proclaimed it loud and clear

at candlelight vigils and a prayer service at Yankee Stadium

and we all sang it with tears

“God Bless America,” our truer anthem

 

If we’ve been complacent; if we’ve swept Him aside

packed Him away in attic trunks

with things we thought we wouldn’t need anymore

He’s waiting with arms outstretched

love streaming from His eyes

and we need Him to heal our shattered hearts

 

Oh, let’s keep the “God Bless” in our “America”

and Americans, let us “Bless God”

O let us never let go of Him again

 

Maude Carolan 


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Sunday, September 5, 2021

The Shofar's About to Sound...

L'Shanah Tovah! 



Image credit: bethmessiahsynagogue.com


AS THE FALL HOLIDAYS APPROACH

 

I reach for my sweater against the chill

The crickets are chittering

Sunflowers have shed their golden petals

and a few green tomatoes remain

abandoned on the vines

It’s September—

the High Holy Days are approaching

 

Soon I will gather with michpocah

in the parking lot outside Beth Israel

We will observe Rosh Hoshanna

Rabbi Jonathan will sound

his kudu shofar beneath the full moon—

Tekiah—Shevarim—Teruah—Tekiah Gedolah

 

Sages tell us the first day of the month of Tishri

is the day God created the world

the world He so loved

the world He gave His only Son to save

The trumpeting reminds me

to reflect upon my relationship

with this God of my salvation

reminds me, humbly, to prepare for Yom Kippur

 

So I ponder the Day of Atonement

ponder the High Priest entering the Holy of Holies

sprinkling the blood of the sacrifice upon the Mercy Seat

ponder the sacrificed goat and the scapegoat

ponder forgiveness

ponder my sins, atoned for by Yeshua

ponder my High Priest, the Perfect Sacrifice

Who offered His Very Own Blood

on my behalf

 

Next will be Sukkot

the Feast of Tabernacles—

From inside a leafy sukkah

I’ll be reminded of the sojourn of God’s people

to the Promised Land

reminded of my very own sojourn

toward God’s promise—

eternal life with Him

in Heaven

 

Maude Carolan Pych



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