Percussion Instruments, Just the Fax & Pending Criminal Charges

They were at church.  He was practicing with the praise band.  His position in the praise band is very eclectic.  He sings some, he plays a rhythm drum, occasionally blows on a trumpet, and has even been known to shake his hinny tambourine.  Last night was no different.

She was snapping photographs.  That’s one of the things she does to pass the time when she attends practice with him.  Everyone has gotten used to ignoring Her.  Perhaps He has gotten too used to ignoring her.

She said, “I like the way the tambourine is hanging off your trumpet.  That would make a good photograph, especially with the sun glinting off the brass like that.”

He said, “That trumpet is a very expensive tambourine holder, but it seems to work.”

She said, “There’s a sunbeam coming in through the window and spotlighting it.  It would make a great photograph but I don’t want your legs in the picture.”

He said, “I need the tambourine where it’s easy to grab.”

She stared at him.  He looked at her quizzically, wondering why she looked annoyed.  She pointed her index finger at him, moved her hand to the right and clearly enunciated,  “Move!”  He stepped aside.  She snapped the pic.  The sunbeam was gone.  The tambourine no longer glowed, and, Lenora, one of the back up singers in the band, was giggling.

She looked at Lenora and said, “I don’t know why I try to be subtle. He doesn’t get hints.  If I want him to respond I need to be direct and to the point.”

Lenora commiserated. “My husband is the same way.  I think all men are.  I doubt they know any other way to communicate. ”

She agreed.  “All they want are the facts.  Nice and simple.”

He said, “That’s not fair!  We text and we email.  We’ve moved beyond just the fax.”

She groaned.  Lenora snatched her microphone off the stand and swung.  He put his hands up.  Lenora pretended to bludgeon him.  The music director yelled, “Hey!  This is a church!  If you two have to fight, don’t damage the equipment!”

Lenora paused, stared at her microphone for a moment, then carefully returned it to the stand. She resumed the faux-bludgeoning with her fist.

The music director said, “Thank you.  That’s much better.  Now, do I need to call you lawyer, or can we finish this practice?

He said, “Well, you can call me a lawyer if you wish, but I usually only respond to my name.”

The music director took a deep breath, adjusted his guitar and began to count, “And a one and a two …”

Stained Glass, St. Andrew’s Cathedral

There’s no way I could get all of the windows.  The sanctuary is circular and stained glass windows surround it.

Here is one of the little windows.  There are every few feet around the sanctuary:

side window

Here is a section of the huge glass entry:

stained glass 2

I picked the above screen because this is Christmas. The scene below I chose because it is the center of the window.

stained glass 1

I hope you enjoyed your visit to St. Andrews.

The Church Yard

More pictures from my day at St. Andrew’s Cathedral in Honolulu.

This olive tree meets you right out front in the courtyard. Since the olive branch is a symbol of peace, this sentinel seems fitting for the sanctuary courtyard.

Olive Tree

The church grounds are beautifully tended. There are many quiet places for contemplation and enjoying the beauty of God’s creation.

side yard

Stay tuned for more …..

St. Andrews Cathedral

St. Andrew’s Cathedral & Priory had a fund raiser today and Stanton Haugen’s Thursday Night Jazz Band kicked off the festivities at 9:00 a.m. Amoeba plays in the band, so we were there bright and early. While the band set up and did all their squeaky, squawky tuning of instruments, I decided to walk around to the front of the church and see what the building looked like. To my surprise, the sanctuary was open.

This is the church:

courtyard

This is the steeple:

steeple

Open the doors:

doors

And see:

Sanctuary

Come on, you didn’t really think
I’d take pictures during service, did you?

sanctuary 2

Stay tuned for more ….