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One of Us

Oh, one of these nights at about twelve o’clock
This whole earth is gonna reel and rock
Saints will tremble and cry for pain
For the Lord’s gonna come in his heaven airplane.

“One of Us” by Eric Bazilian, recorded by Joan Osborne

Flying always puts me in a philosophical frame of mind, and the first day of spring found me pondering life’s big questions as I flew home from Rome.

On the way to the airport the taxi’s radio played “One of Us,” and after several days of Rome’s in-your-face Catholicism I smiled at the song’s irreverence:

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the Pope maybe in Rome.

The flight route via Amsterdam took us across Europe’s highest and lowest points, and the clear skies afforded spectacular views all the way from the snow-capped Alps to the watery Dutch countryside. Flying this downhill route from the Mediterranean to the North Sea, it seemed as if someone had put a pin in the Earth’s balloon, deflating the mountains, their vertical sluices of snow melting from the peaks flattened into the network of canals that carve the lowlands into islands. Continue reading ‘One of Us’

Once More to the Pond

E. B. White wrote Once More to the Lake (August 1941) about returning with his young son to the pristine Maine lake where he spent every childhood August. Before arriving, he fears that this “holy spot” will have been spoiled and won’t measure up to his idyllic memories. He is relieved that, apart from the unwelcome noise of outboard motors, little else has changed. Continue reading ‘Once More to the Pond’


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