Archive | December, 2022

Poinsettias

19 Dec

There’s so much about Christmas that I love. For many years the lovely decorations in our church have been a huge part of all that … the Chrismon tree, wreathes hanging on doors with red ribbons, candles at windows.

The people of the church that decorate the sanctuary do an amazing job decorating with poinsettias. In years past, when we had a robust congregation, members would purchase a poinsettia through a program that funded charities or church missions, leave them at the church through the holidays and take them home after Christmas. They were abundant. Walking into the church during the Christmas season the sight of numbers and rows of the red-flowered, green-leafed plants lining the altar, sitting very close together on the rails leading from the pulpit to the sanctuary floor and spilling beyond throughout the church would take your breath away. Regardless of what was going on or how I felt, I ALWAYS have been determined not to miss church and that breathtaking sight during the Christmas season.

As the members of the congregation have aged and left for nursing homes or for lives with adult children, or simply just left their lives and moved on to what comes next, our numbers dwindled, but not the beauty of the poinsettias in the sanctuary during Christmas. That remained constant … a reminder that the heart of the church continued beating to the rhythm of the season.

COVID changed all that. Our first Christmas on ZOOM was still lovely but there was no substitute for the first sight of those lovely poinsettias as we walked into the narthex at the beginning of the Christmas season and the vivid red of so many poinsettias overwhelmed all our senses as we looked into the sanctuary. What a loss.

When we returned to church in-person and in masks, our numbers had dwindled farther as the dark cloud of COVID and the reluctance to wear masks lay heavily on most churches.

In true Christmas spirit, that second COVID Christmas a few donated poinsettias decorated the rails and floor of the area surrounding the altar. While the numbers of plants were fewer, they in their beauty, were there as a reminder of the “before times” when the beauty of so many plants was overwhelming.

The post-COVID world has impacted so many businesses and organizations and clubs and churches. Numbers have dwindled, yet in our church we have a special group of people that attend regularly. We have gone from simply being members of the same congregation to a select number of people that have grown closer as friends. We have become so much more like family and we look forward to Sundays to see each other and renew those friendships over and over as we share this unexpected journey through our new normal.

There is a lovely woman among those of us that attend regularly that sees to it that the altar is decorated to enhance the season or in recognition of the special celebrations of the church; communion and All Saints Day. She does this out of the goodness of her heart and love for the church. At the beginning of this Christmas season, she brought two of the largest poinsettias I have ever seen to church and placed one on each side of the altar. Although not dozens flanking the floor and hand rails and every window, they are amazingly beautiful. For the first time in quite a while I did a quick intake of breath when I first saw them. It was like coming home to a warm fire and Christmas music on a snowy afternoon.

Today was the fourth Sunday of Advent and my husband and I were to light the fourth Advent candle. When we walked into the sanctuary those two enormous poinsettias were visibly drooping … wilting … begging for water. A friend assured me they had just been watered. The rest was in God’s hands.

Christmas is not only a time for shopping and carols and toys and good cheer. I believe it is also a time of miracles.

As the service began, we enjoyed singing traditional Christmas carols. My husband and I lit the Advent candle. Our minister read from the Christmas story … traditional words that reminded me of my childhood … songs that took me back in my mind to visions of the multitude of poinsettias that adorned every corner of our long-ago Christmases in the sanctuary.

And then I noticed something truly stunning … the two gigantic poinsettias on either side of the altar were changing visibly. Their lovely leaves and flowers were perking up. By staring at them you could almost, but not quite, see them growing stronger and brighter before your eyes, the drooping changing quickly with renewed life. While we sang Christmas carols and our minister told the age-old Christmas story the poinsettias were “responding,” going quickly from wilted to revived and rejuvenated.

By the end of the service, not quite an hour, those two enormous poinsettias were healthy and lovely and shedding their red bounty on all that were there … as though they responded to the presence of all of us; the familiar music, the story we all know by heart and the love of the season they represented.

99.9% of people, if asked, would tell you the transformation of those lovely poinsettias was due entirely to the watering they received just before we arrived and the service began. I’m sure that had quite a lot to do with it but I also prefer to think it was a Christmas miracle witnessed during the Christmas service, shared by good friends who could think of no place on Earth they would rather be.

I wonder if I could have been the only person that realized the profound change in the poinsettias, throughout the service, at just the right time to be considered a Christmas miracle. I wonder if I could have been the only person that appreciated the change in those lovely plants as they responded to the Christmas story and the lyrics of special carols? I’ll ask our minister about that … ask him if he noticed.

Plants are living things. It is proven that they respond to good care, soothing conversation and music. You will never convince me that those two giant poinsettias did not respond to Christmas and the memory of the beauty brought to our church by their predecessors and the appreciation we have felt at the beauty THEY have brought to us each Sunday during this Christmas season.

It was probably just the water, but maybe not entirely.

Merry Christmas!

Good Night, Oppy!

12 Dec

In August I was invited to give a public presentation at our local library about Successful Blogging. Attendance was wonderful and everyone was interested and engaged and full of questions. One of the questions was, “How do you find topics for your blog entries?” My answer was that I really don’t stress about a topic. I do a blog entry once a month and mostly the topics present themselves when I’m not really looking for one. For instance, I once wrote a very well received blog entry about our cat, with the idea simply starting with him barfing up a puddle of orange cat yak on my white dining room area rug.

Ideas come to me from just about anywhere and when I have an idea, running with it doesn’t seem to be a problem, although I realize this isn’t as easy for some of us. Heck, I can’t sing a lick so we all have our areas of comfort and ease.

Because we’re just two short and busy weeks from Christmas I was planning on doing a holiday blog entry. I’ve had this idea I’ve been wanting to write about but with building a Christmas parade float, writing end-of-year awards for our club members, my husband and I finally getting our tree up and outside decorations done and shopping for gifts I just haven’t had the time. Now I’m MAKING the time because I just want to write this. It isn’t about Christmas.

It IS about technology, the future, tenacity, disappointment, longevity, unbelievable excitement, inspiration, humanity, and in the end, it’s a love story. That’s a lot to include so I will condense it as much as possible.

In November there was a special screening here of the movie, Good Night, Oppy! We are blessed and fortunate that recently retired astronaut, author and photographer, Leland Melvin was born right here and has retired here after a career in space. He was VERY instrumental in bringing the film to a local theater to be screened, one night only on November 20, just three days before its public release on November 23. Melvin himself attended, was part of a panel discussion afterward, and issued special invitations to local school groups. Sponsoring businesses also offered tickets to employees and a couple that are good friends had two extra tickets. They invited my husband and me to attend with them.  It was quite an honor to be there.

 Good Night, Oppy! is a NASA produced feature length film that is a documentary and may even be described as a docuDRAMA. It follows the planning, technology, construction, deployment, and lives of two Mars robotic rovers … Opportunity and Spirit …  on a mission to Mars begun in 2003.  Each landed and lived out their lives on opposite sides of the planet. The information sent back to earth from them has been amazing and continues to be compiled and studied by scientists in preparation for future colonization of the red planet. 

The film features archival and interview footage with scientists and engineers and re-creations of the rover’s treks over the Martian landscape in search of water, which is key to future colonization. The life expectancy of the rovers was supposed to have been 90 days yet both went on to live for YEARS, with Opportunity, following the demise of Spirit, continuing to function several more years. It sent back data to earth scientists and NASA for an unbelievable 15 years, finally “going to sleep” in 2018 … Good Night, Oppy!

We didn’t know what to expect but we weren’t disappointed.

While the technology was amazing and the data collected phenomenal, the human-interest side of the story was what pulled everything together making this an exceptional film experience.

The film follows the project manager from construction of the rovers, which included giving them names and a somewhat recognizable appearance with turning heads, eyes, and, of course, arms, through programming, testing, deployment to Mars and the years of communication with both rovers. That communication with Opportunity continued until its circuits finally went to sleep for the last time in 2018.

It followed several other characters for the duration, including a 16-year-old student that was present for the rover’s launch to Mars with a high school class. So enamored with the project was she that she went on to college and returned to work with the team on the project through the extended lives of the rovers.

Directed by Ryan White and narrated by Angela Basset, we watched the characters physically age, through documentary film clips, as Opportunity and Spirit did. They became ‘involved’ with the rovers on a much deeper level than just technician and machine. They cheered at the victories of the rovers and wept at the failures. Far from being a pathological connection, it brought the humanity of those involved with the project into sharper focus and made the audience feel that special bond in 1 hour and 45 minutes that the managers and technicians developed from 15 years of daily contact with the rovers … and Opportunity specifically.

There really is no way to describe the depth of emotion watching the film brought out in the audience; how there were audible cheers and claps when, after no contact with the aging Opportunity for a number of weeks, contact was re-established. It was a visceral reaction one might expect to experience after having a friend or family member lost in the woods for days, only to find them well and unharmed much later. The rover crew was professionally AND emotionally invested in the project and in the rovers themselves, which extended even longer with Opportunity.

I got a huge lump in my throat when Spirit finally stopped sending signals. Somehow during the film, I got the feeling that Spirit was the more fragile of the two rovers, as ridiculous as that may sound, while Opportunity just kept pushing on, year after year, strong and determined. As we watched the progress of the film, the project manager became a little grayer and a few more wrinkles were evident on his face. The 16-year-old high school student matured, married and had a child but never stopped following the project when family made it necessary to step back for a time from actual project participation. The personal investment was huge.

When Opportunity, after MANY unexpected years of life grew somewhat physically feeble, yet continued sending data sporadically, then all communication was finally lost there was hardly a dry eye in the theater. It was an emotional moment of response in sympathy with those that were actually grieving the loss on so many levels at Mission Control and at our own personal investment in Opportunity – a life well lived. I almost sobbed.

It was a wonderful evening and an unexplainable experience getting emersed in the story and traveling that emotional highway on Mars.

Find a theater near you that is showing this film or watch it streaming on Prime Video. No spoiler intended and if you know the Opportunity story there isn’t one anyway … but be prepared with a Kleenex (or a box full) when at the end you hear, Good Night, Oppy! 

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