<div dir="auto">Thanks for the lyrics, Jim, a perfect poem for me as John transitions to the next phase of his journey. <div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">With gratitude,</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Ann</div></div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">On Tue, Jun 9, 2020, 9:06 PM James Wiegel via OE <<a href="mailto:oe@lists.wedgeblade.net">oe@lists.wedgeblade.net</a>> wrote:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div><div style="font-family:Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div><div dir="ltr"><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKgUq5dziEk" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank">Thanks for the Memory</a></span><div><br></div><div id="m_-3628474188678489133ydpf8de77eenhancr_card_2270714262" style="max-width:400px;font-family:YahooSans,Helvetica Neue,Segoe UI,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif"><a 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chuckles</span><br><span>When the preacher said</span><br><span>For better or for worse</span><br><span>How lovely it was</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>Thanks for the memory</span><br><span>Of Schubert's Serenade</span><br><span>Little things of jade</span><br><span>And traffic jams</span><br><span>And anagrams</span><br><span>And bills we never paid</span><br><span>How lovely it was</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>We who could laugh over big things</span><br><span>Were parted by only a slight thing</span><br><span>I wonder if we did the right thing</span><br><span>Oh, well, that's life, I guess</span><br><span>I love your dress</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>Thanks for the memory</span><br><span>Of faults that you forgave</span><br><span>Of rainbows on a wave</span><br><span>And stockings in the basin</span><br><span>When a fellow needs a shave</span><br><span>Thank you so much</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>Thanks for the memory</span><br><span>Of tinkling temple bells</span><br><span>Alma mater yells</span><br><span>And Cuban rum</span><br><span>And towels from</span><br><span>The very best hotels</span><br><span>Oh how lovely it was</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>Thanks for the memory</span><br><span>Of cushions on the floor</span><br><span>Hash with Dinty Moore</span><br><span>That pair of gay pajamas</span><br><span>That you bought</span><br><span>And never wore</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>We said goodbye with a highball</span><br><span>Then I got as high as a steeple</span><br><span>But we were intelligent people</span><br><span>No tears, no fuss</span><br><span>Hooray for us</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:12px"><span>Strictly entre nous</span><br><span>Darling, how are you?</span><br><span>And how are all</span><br><span>Those little dreams</span><br><span>That never did come true?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom:0px"><span>Awfully glad I met you</span><br><span>Cheerio and toodle-oo</span><br><span>Thank you</span><br><span>Thank you so much</span></div></span></div><div style="margin-top:13px;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;color:rgb(112,117,122)">Source: <a href="https://www.lyricfind.com/" style="color:rgb(112,117,122);outline:0px" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank">LyricFind</a></div><div><br></div><div id="m_-3628474188678489133ydpad639840enhancr_card_2665021232" style="max-width:400px;font-family:YahooSans,Helvetica Neue,Segoe UI,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif"><a href="https://www.lyricfind.com/" style="text-decoration:none!important;color:#000!important" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="max-width:400px"><tbody><tr><td width="400"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" 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On Tuesday, June 9, 2020, 02:57:19 PM MST, Karen Snyder via OE <<a href="mailto:oe@lists.wedgeblade.net" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer">oe@lists.wedgeblade.net</a>> wrote:
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<div><div id="m_-3628474188678489133ydpced2bd0ayiv9868674679"><div><div style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif">When I read John Epps’ remarks titled “Thanks for the Memories,” a small echo rang in my head. I recalled he had thanked colleagues before in a talk he gave sometime in the late 1970s. Scouring the archives database, Karen found what I was looking for. </div><p style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"> </p><div style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif">John was assigned to deliver a talk on “The Life of Destiny” at a Guardians meeting. I was present for the talk and in re-reading it now, a couple of things struck me. John, surprise-surprise, had a 4 X 4 outline. He did a marvelous thing with the first three points. Instead of describing his own theological insights (which as we all recall, were numerous if not a little mysterious), he pointed back to the talks and reports given by others up to that point in the weekend meeting. That way, he reinforced and celebrated the contributions of his colleagues. I have often utilized that technique ever since.</div><p style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"> </p><div style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif">Here is the pivotal pearl of his talk (slightly abridged for clarity):</div><div style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt 27pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><i>The other thing we need to know and be aware of as we give the gift of destiny to people for the sake of their profound humanness is that it means also giving up your death, in the sense that death is no longer - once one is a person of destiny - it is no longer an option to at least be let alone to die peacefully. Even death becomes a sign. Even that becomes a tool, a vehicle, a device that history uses for the sake of its creative movement. That is what we are doing to folks.</i></div><p style="margin:0in 0in 0.0001pt;line-height:normal;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"> </p><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0in 0in 8pt;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif">The impact of this remark is accented when one realizes that right before John came on stage to deliver his talk on the Life of Destiny, institute founder and dean Joe Mathews had completed his life that noon, Sunday, October 16, 1977. </p><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0in 0in 8pt;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif">Well, John nailed it, didn’t he? And all I can say is, John, you have fulfilled your destinal gift as well, brother; we’ll never forget the sign you have been to us.</p><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0in 0in 8pt;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><br></p><p style="line-height:normal;margin:0in 0in 8pt;font-size:11pt;font-family:Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small">Jim Troxel</span></p></div></div>_______________________________________________<br>OE mailing list<br><a href="mailto:OE@lists.wedgeblade.net" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank">OE@lists.wedgeblade.net</a><br><a href="http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank">http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net</a><br></div>
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