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daurril: My Life and Times (prologue)
As an 86-year old retiree consigned to
section 8 housing in downtown Tampa, I have over the last few years confined my
pursuit of the religious life to its Methodist representation – practically
discarding any similar opportunity with the nearby Episcopal & Catholic establishments.
Further conditioned by my current transportation difficulties. That
would not have been an easy choice if I had continued to condition my
selection criteria principally on organizational or confessional
considerations, as you might easily conclude from my subsequent reflections
on the Episcopal situation. But I must confess that intellectual excitement
for me as a Christian comes from what certain theologians tell me, and less
from what I experience in Andrew’s (or any other) pews. Possessed thru these
alternate sources of a spiritual outlook I believe exceeds but does not fail
to appreciate that of my friends in this community, I’m especially glad I
continued to enjoy some of their good company when my lack of actual
membership might have fatally distracted them. Although
I have come to share in the Eucharist at Saint Andrew’s, following the custom
of most other denominations I will not kneel to receive it. I do this
nonetheless out of a love and affection for this particular Christian
community as reciprocated, thought to be preliminary to any reception of the
Spirit thru them. I may differ from most in my conviction that while
Scripture embodies truth, it is not in all respects history. I believe, as
perhaps the Russian Orthodox do, that knowledge of the early Church Fathers’
contribution and motivation is essential to a proper understanding of our
Faith. These and similar considerations will continue to rule my appreciation
of our Trinitarian God - found (in order of importance): at Tillich’s ST,
Ratzinger’s Introduction to Christianity,
Wright’s Evil & the Justice of God,
and Macquarrie's 20th
Century Religious Thought. Attending these, and
included among them, are the following. ________________________________________________________________________ My larger text is now titled “Speak, Memory,” after Nabokov’s recollection of
his youthful years. Paraphrasing remarks from the dust cover of his published
work, I also hope my memories may present a “moving
and nostalgic account of a vanished world.” My first edition is also
written when no archives, family papers, or old friends are available to
confirm an incident or correct or deny another, or to bring further scenes to
mind. Therefore I too have been gently checking facts, collecting additional
material and tracking down family photographs in order to present a fuller
background from which I sprang. The
text itself is more than just a catalogue of my life’s adventures: it is an
intimate record of what, in my mind, constitutes me as a person. It is all
that I know about myself – it is where I must go to find out what I am to do
with myself next. In order to facilitate page loading, I have tentatively
broken this account into seven chronologically-determined sections. My first
20 years are described in Part I: successive double-decades are slowly being
developed.
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