Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 22: Tell someone what you are grateful for…

I know, I skipped Day 21 – Ask someone for help. But, I haven’t done that one yet. I plan to do it. Indeed, I have an email that I am working on asking for help in my family’s process of moving. But, I don’t have everything I need for it just yet.

In the meantime, gratitude!

I am going to tell you that for which I am grateful, and it’s quite a list even if it is not exhaustive.

I am grateful…

For the sunshine today and the warmth that it provides

For the rain we have had here for the past couple days that it nourishes the earth

For the snow that I have experienced since being in Iowa, for its beauty and that it too nourishes the earth.

For a job

For the particular job I have and the joy and challenge and peace and stress and life it brings me

For new friends made over helping someone move and a few beers

For the fragrant aroma that hangs in the air after sautéing vegetables

For the smell of freshly washed clothes (and for change found in the seat of my car so I could finish)

For a place to live that serves me well

For dear friends (and I know that to begin to name specifics immediately gets one into trouble because one cannot name all the friends who have impacted their life, nonetheless there are particular people that I have been cognizant of recently and at the risk of leaving some out, I would like to name a few…) Wade and Diana and Emma, Aaron and LeAnn (and their sons), Dan and Felicia (and their family), Gerry, Lynn, Stephen and Jennifer (and their daughters), and for so many others who have shaped and supported me through so much

For colleagues in ministry and our dialogue and support of one another

For teachers and professors from whom I have learned so much

For my parents and the love – sometimes gentle and sometimes tough – they have shown…for my father and the sense of compassion he passed on to me…for my mother and the strength of will she shared with me

For my in-laws and their generous welcome of me into their family from the very first moments of my relationship with Lori

For music

For good stories

For games

For First Christian Church, South Bend and their nurture (and tolerance) of my creativity

For First Christian Church, Stillwater and their generosity that continues to support my family financially while we are in two places.

For Ankeny Christian Church and their openness to the Spirit of God, and their graciousness as my family is in two places.

I am so very grateful for my wife and my two boys and the bonds of love that strengthen and support me as we walk together on this journey of life, even from a distance at this moment

I know there is not anything profound in this list, but I am grateful for all this and more.

God of all times and places, help me to be grateful at all times and in all things. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 20: Check out morning and evening prayer (at dailyoffice.wordpress.com)

Did you ever wonder from where church bells came (or maybe even where they have gone)? They did, at one point, serve a purpose in the life of the church. Perhaps there are still churches that use them to signal something other than what time it is by playing a song followed by the number of chimes to match the hour. Church bells would sound with joy at the birth of a new child to alert the community of the new life among them. They would offer the deep, somber ringing to announce the death of one in the community. And they would toll to call people to prayer. 

They would ring in the morning. They would ring at noon. They would ring in the evening calling people to prayer wherever they were. Some would come to the church. Others would stop what they were doing – in the fields, or in their homes, or wherever they were – to join in prayer wherever they were: morning, noon, and evening.

It was a way of patterning the lives of the faithful around prayer. 

I remember a song I was taught as a child that reflected this pattern:

God answers prayer in the morning

God answers prayer at noon

God answers prayer in the evening

To keep your heart in tune.

My tradition, the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), and other so-called “free church” traditions have often dismissed the pattern of daily offices as being rote. That is, the criticism goes, they are often done mechanically and without feeling or meaning. (Please note, this is not my criticism, but often what people say about such things as liturgy, prayer books, and patterned prayer.) Many times, however, the folk that I hear criticize such things as daily offices don’t really replace them with anything.  I used to be one of those people.

Then I read these words; I don’t even remember who wrote them – funny thing as they changed not only my perspective, but my behavior as well, “What patterns your life? What sets the rhythm of your day? Is it your schedule? Your job? Your children’s activities? Your to do list? Or is it God?”

Sure, these prayers can become rote and mechanical. There is no doubt that things we do over and over again can get tired and less than fulfilling. Yet, think about the way our days are patterned. There are many things we do that we don’t really think about doing. We just do them. Often we do them in the same order. Now, think about the ways that those things shape our lives. What they say about what is important to us. What they make important to us.

I decided that I would make prayers a part of what shaped me throughout the day.

Now, I confess there are days when it seems like more of an obligation than a joy. There are times when it becomes tired and mechanical. At the same time it is an opportunity for me to pray for my friends, my congregation, people who are struggling, strangers I have seen the day before, even myself, and about the tragedies and violence and vitriol in the world as well as the beauty, order, and wonder I find. More often than not I find peace in my prayers and in the silence, however brief, take solace in the Psalm, experience challenge in the scripture, and receive life from the practice. I miss it when I neglect it for a while. It is seldom irrelevant – most of the time I hear or read or ponder something I need. Ultimately, I credit the practice with rooting me in something much stronger and grander and more permanent than me.

Come and fill our hearts with your peace. You alone, O Lord, are holy. Come and fill our hearts with your peace. Be with us today, O God.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 19: Change one light in your house to a compact florescent.

It is fortunate that I have a landlord – or previous tenant – who was conscious about such things. All of the permanent bulbs in my apartment are CFL bulbs…including the ones in the bathroom.  I did, however, have a floor lamp in which there resided incandescent bulbs, so I was able to replace one.

Yay me!

Why replace one bulb, though? One bulb will not make a significant dent in a monthly electric bill – approximately $6 per year. One bulb will not change the lighting in a room significantly. One bulb doesn’t seem to make much of a difference. Why one bulb?

Well, Lent is also about making a start and for some, one bulb might be the beginning of becoming both energy and environmentally conscious. Or, it may simply be a step to rearranging finances and saving money. It is a small step, to be sure, but a step nonetheless.

At the same time, it might not be such a small step after all. Think about it multiplied by large numbers of people. CFL’s save around 75% of the energy from a regular bulb.  There are 114,800,000 households in the US. If every household replaced just 1 bulb, think about how much energy would be saved. That means fewer natural resources and less pollution as a result of our energy consumption. The environmental impact and the impact to our collective wallets is not so small.

In Bible Study last night we looked at Genesis 2. The first job the human being is given is to till and keep the earth (connected to Genesis 1 the command to have dominion – not domination – over all of creation). We are connected to the world in so many ways and it is our responsibility to till and keep it, to care for it.

God, help us to find ways large and small of being good caretakers of the world you have given us. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 18: Internet Diet

Well, I suppose there are a couple different ways one could take this discipline. It is possible to interpret these words as to have a whole diet of internet – i.e. consume the internet all day.  Somehow I don’t think that is what these two words mean in this context. My hunch is that these two words in this order mean to limit one’s intake of the internet today, which is what I had set out to do this morning.

I started out thinking that all I would do today would be to look at email and respond to those things which needed my immediate attention. After all, with my day-off being Monday, this is my first day in the office.

I was not particularly successful.

I would open an email and “Squirrel!” I would see something that I ‘needed’ to learn more about and explore. Finally, I would remember, “Oh yeah! I am supposed to be dieting from the internet today.”  I have been successful, however, at limiting my social media intake (until I post this on my blog and link to it on Facebook). I did a fabulous job of ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone alerting me that someone had just posted something important on Facebook that really, really needs to be read!

It is astonishing how much I am reliant upon the internet. Not only is it my preferred source of communication, it is also where I store my documents as I work on them, and it is a primary source of research for sermon material. Then there is so much cool stuff out there too, and pretty glittery stuff to spend money on, like books and electronics and – well, is there anything else?

I would observe that without the distraction of social media, I have been a bit more focused on work. Maybe tonight, I will use the silence of an internet diet to spend more time in prayer and meditation.

God, help me to fill my life with that which satisfies. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 17: Forgive Someone

Okay, I’m back in the saddle. It really is not that I haven’t been doing the daily disciplines through the past week, I just haven’t found (or made) the time to write about them. I still prayed the paper, read Psalm 139, and did some reading about human trafficking.

Today, though, the task is to forgive someone.

I have a lot of questions about this discipline, especially as it relates to doing it this very day. How does one go about forgiving someone? Do they have to know I have forgiven them? Do they have to know they need my forgiveness, or is forgiveness something that rests only with me regardless of their awareness? How will I know the forgiveness ‘worked’? Isn’t forgiveness a process that will probably take more than a day?

When I think about forgiveness, I recall a couple years ago the astonishing and quite public example of forgiveness that an Amish community in Pennsylvania provided. It was so provocative and compelling that if you Google the words ‘amish forgiveness’ the event is still what comes up for the first 2 or 3 pages of the search results. Not a definition, not a description or how-to, but this example and the multiple articles and YouTube videos about the school shooting and the Amish community’s seeming ability to overcome it.

We were captivated by it, all of us.  Sure, some shook their heads and dismissed it as idiotic.  Many of us, however, marveled.  What would it take? To forgive enough to go to the funeral – the celebration of life – for the man who killed your child, what would it take? I don’t know that I have it in me.

Recently, however, I read “Pastrix: the Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint” by Nadia Bolz-Weber (the author of the disciplines I am doing through Lent). In it she writes a chapter that centers around forgiveness and she says this, “In the end, if we are not careful, we can actually absorb the worst of our enemy and on some level even become them. It would seem that when we are sinned against, when someone else does us harm, we are in some way linked to that sin, connected t mistreatment like a chain. And our anger, fear, or resentment doesn’t free us at all.  It just keeps us chained.”

There is an Ancient Near Eastern saying that goes, “Choose your enemies wisely, for you will become like them.” Maybe Jesus knew what he was talking about when he invited us to forgive not 7 times, but 7 times 70. Maybe forgiveness changes a relationship so that the thing that connects two parties is not the harm, but can be something different. Maybe forgiveness is as much setting yourself free as it is about setting the other one free.

So, today I am trying to let go of the chain. I am trying to release myself from a desire (even if it is a small, just-under-the-surface-but-pokes-its-head-up-every-so-often desire) for vengeance and retaliation. Perhaps then it won’t catch me off guard.

God of life, help me not to let past hurts define me. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 10: Buy a few $5 fast food gift cards to give to homeless people you encounter.

Okay, I realize I have missed a couple days – living so far away from my family has made time with them even more precious than it is. I am going back to Saturday’s ide for two reasons: 1) I confess that I have not yet done it. 2) It is probably the most important item on this list for me to do.

Here is why:

I have already mentioned that giving brings me great joy; and it does. However in our culture giving has become sanitized. There is often a great distance between the giver and those who receive the gift. Most often we give to charities or churches so that they can distribute aid to the ones who need it…whatever the need may be.  There is certainly benefit to this kind of giving. It means that the few dollars I give are combined with the gifts, large and small, of others to do bigger things than I am capable of doing by myself; to serve more people or take care of larger needs or both!

At the same time, this means that I am never, or at best rarely, in relationship with those I seek to help.  There are a lot of dangers in that absence of relationship.  One among many is it assumes help only goes one way. To put it very cynically: “Here I am. I have the wherewithal to help you, who need what I have. You have nothing I need.” It inflates my own self-importance and diminishes the importance of the one to whom I give.  It can become a denial that the other, the one I am called to serve, is also one made in God’s image and may also be called to serve me in ways that I can’t even imagine. In short, it assumes that I have no need of the relationship.

Isaiah offers a word from God that hints at this danger, “Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own kin?” (Isa 58:6-7 NRS)

When we share our bread with the hungry we can no longer hide ourselves from our own kin. The text invites us to share not just money with charities to help efficiently, but to be in relationship with others who are also made in God’s image.

So, I am going to do this.  Maybe more than once before Lent is over, I am going to do this!

You have made humankind in your image, God of all life; male and female you have made us. Help me to love my neighbor in such a way that I recognize their value and their wholeness as a brother or sister made in your image as well.  Amen!

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 8: No bitching day.

That is probably a word that many folk think a minister should not use. Don’t worry, that is not a word I use very often, if at all. I have other go-to words that I use that some think a minister should not. That’s okay, too, because I mostly only use them when warranted.

In all reality, though, I don’t have a whole lot about which to bitch. Life is pretty good in spite of my living 7.5 hours away from my family.

However, that is not always the case.

In fact, there are many times that I wonder where the line is between when I am offering a valid complaint and trying to make things better, and when I am just bitching. I imagine that line is pretty thin. The thing is ministers are subject to all the emotions and frustrations that everyone else is. In addition, we get angry and hurt and frustrated the same as anyone else. And there are times when we just want to bitch about it. And there are times we just want to use the right words...words that most everyone else can use a time or two and get away with it. (Someone once said, "The vocabulary at the disposal of a minister who bangs her knee on the desk drawer in her office is not as extensive as it is for others.")

There is this old cliche about having the 'patience of Job.' In my reading of the story, though, I don’t find him particularly patient. I do wonder if the cliche has to do with his initial ‘no bitching’ when his wife tells him, “Curse God and die.” Of course, he doesn’t ever curse God, but he does complain an awful lot. He curses the day of his birth and wonders why his suffering is so great.

Who could really blame him? More often than not, I think we are like his so-called friends who come to ‘comfort’ him. Often we offer platitudes because the reality of suffering, even another’s suffering, is more than we can bear. It is difficult for us to just sit with someone who is suffering. We want to do something, to say something that will make it go away. So we say what we think we’re supposed to say, but it is more for us than it is for the person we are trying to comfort.

For today, however, I’m not going to bitch and moan about anything. Then again, I don’t really have anything to bitch about.

Incarnate One, you do not turn away from suffering, but join us in the mess and pain of human life. Teach us patience and presence in our real suffering, and perspective in our inconveniences. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,
Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 7: Give 5 items of clothing to Goodwill.

Again, I find the task of giving pretty easy. Rather than Goodwill, I am donating the clothes that I can no longer wear because they *ahem* have shrunk to TAKE.

One thing I neglected to mention earlier about TAKE is that there is a third grade class at one of the schools here in Ankeny that collects clothes, and once a year hikes 3 miles...3...miles pulling wagons to donate them. That is pretty incredible. Whereas, I simply threw the clothes in a bag and brought them to the church to be collected with other clothes.

I have never really been much of a clothes horse. I know that will come as a shock to those of you who have witnessed my sense of style. At the same time, I have more clothes than I need, probably some that I don’t ever wear.

In the gospel of Luke’s story of John the Baptist, he is asked by the crowds, “What then should we do?” (This is after he called them a brood of vipers.) To which he responded, “Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none, and whoever has food must do likewise.”

I don’t know why I keep more clothes than I need, especially t-shirts. There are a couple, I suppose, I keep for sentimental reasons. And I have one or two or ten Mickey Mouse shirts. But, when they are all washed I can’t even get the drawer closed without stuffing them down with my hand. Whoever has two coats...

The thing is, John the Baptist’s requirement is easier than Jesus’. Jesus says things like, “If someone asks for your coat, give them your shirt as well.” And, “Sell everything you have and give it to the poor.”

I’ve got a long way to go in following Jesus!

God of justice and mercy, you hear the cry of the poor and answer. Strengthen us that we might share all that we have joyfully. Amen!

Shalom Y’all,
Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 6: Look out the window until you find something of beauty you had not noticed before.

I have skipped a whole day of reflection, but not practice.  Day 5 was 5 minutes of silence at noon.  Since I have written on silence as a part of my blog before, I will happily let you look at that post (see my post on September 15, 2009).  I continue to practice 30 minutes of silence a week.

For today’s practice I had a perfect vantage point. I sat, today, for 7.5 hours looking out a fairly large window.  I did so, with one eye on the road and one searching for something beautiful that I had not noticed before.  Since the back of a Wal-Mart truck is not particularly interesting or beautiful, both eyes wandered every now and again to the sides of the road to see what could be seen there.

The landscape does not seem to be particularly vibrant right now.  There is very little color, though in some spots green seems to be poking up among the brown and grey looking grass. 

At one point I did notice, however, that off on the horizon things looked white.  Sometimes, I could see the green of pine trees in the middle of the white.  I looked a little closer and noticed that the white tended to be the tops of bare trees.  I started to notice those bare trees as they were varied distances from the interstate, and I noticed that even at the 75 mph speed limit, I could see quite a bit of detail in the trees if I looked. I could see where large branches gave way to smaller branches gave way to twigs gave way to even places where buds would soon be forming.  It was a thing of beauty.  In the middle of not-quite-yet-spring there was this beauty in the detail of a naked tree.

I once heard that the leaves on a tree show their true colors in the fall before they drop.  They are green during the summer because, of course, of the process of photosynthesis.  When that process ends in preparation for the fall is the very time that the leaves’ color comes through.  And that is a thing of beauty.  However, I had never really experienced a leafless tree as beautiful.  Until now. 

Beauty is all around us, as is, I am aware, the presence of God.  Sometimes it is hard to see either or both.  Yet it is important that we take time to look and we learn how to perceive both.

Dear God, thank you for the beauty that resonates in the world around us. Help our spirits to sing with nature the music of the spheres. Amen.

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

I continue to keep a holy Lent with the exercises found here.

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 4: Give $20 to a non-profit of your choosing:

The gospel text for Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, is Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21. Verses 3 and 4 of that text have Jesus saying to the crowd, “But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your alms may be done in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”

So, it is not with a small amount of discomfort that I write this.

On Saturday I wrote a check for $20 to TAKE (The Ankeny Klothing Exchange) so that I could put it in the offering on Sunday.  TAKE is our church’s mission focus for the month of March.  The organization is housed in the Neveln Community Resource Center in Ankney, IA, along with a food pantry and the Ankeny Service Center. TAKE receives clothing (and other items) and then turns around and gives it away. So, no money is exchanged. It is run completely by volunteers, of course, as there is no income. However, they do have to pay a modest rent of $300 a month to use the space. 

Now, I tell you this with a bit of discomfort, not because I am afraid I won’t ‘get my promised reward.’  Indeed I already have received it…I just don’t like to brag about my giving; though, in the grand scheme of things, $20 is not a huge drop in the philanthropy bucket.

However, when I say I have already received my reward, what I mean is that I love giving. I love the fact that my family and I are now in a position to give, for that has not always been the case.  We, like many other families, had gotten in over our head in debt. In addition to that, we wasted a lot of money. Thus, we never felt like we were in a position to give anything. We wanted to give, but couldn’t.  With a lot of hard work and prayer and help, we are now in a better financial position. I’m not saying we don’t waste money. We still have a long way to go in that regard.  But, we are certainly able to share better what we have. And that brings us the reward that sharing always brings: joy!

You have given us a world of abundance, God of life! Help us to delight in sharing that abundance with each other. Amen!

Shalom Y’all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 3: Don’t turn on the car radio

This actually meant I had to turn off my car radio, well the CD player at any rate. I am the kind of person who likes to have a little background noise going. Even while I am writing or working, sometimes even reading.  So, I think that this exercise to keep a holy Lent had to do with, for me at least, silence.

I gotta admit…I got nothing: no moment of clarity, no voice of God in my head moment, no unique observations about the world around me, or reduced road rage. Nothing!

Not even on the 40 minutes round trip to the hospital for visitation. Nothing. 40 minutes is probably the longest I have gone without music or some audio in the car since I blew out the 6x9’s in my ’78 Olds Cutlass Supreme I had after college. Now that car had some thump! 

To be honest though, my car is not one to provide a particularly silent ride.  Maybe that is what today’s exercise was about, sort of a Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance kind of thing. You know, be one with your car, or something like that. 

Okay, probably not. But, for pushing 20 years old, my car sounds pretty good and it still gets up and goes when I push on the gas. I bought it brand new off the lot the very same year my wife and I got married. I don’t know why I have kept it all these years. Maybe I just like the ride, or the targa top, or that it looks sportier than it is. Or, maybe it’s sort of like how pitchers don’t change their underwear when they have a winning streak going. I did, after all, have a pretty great year when I bought the car – getting married to my wife and all, and I don’t want my winning streak to fall apart!

Wait…what was I talking about? Oh yeah, I got nothing out of the silence today. And yes, in case you were wondering, I do have this constant, random stream of consciousness run through my head.  Just today it was without a soundtrack!

(Random scripture reference that has nothing to do with what I have written – Judges 4:17 “Now Sisera had fled away on foot to the tent of Jael wife of Heber the Kenite; for there was peace between King Jabin of Hazor and the clan of Heber the Kenite.”)

Dear God, remind us of your presence even when our efforts to seek you seem fruitless.  Keep us passionate for glimpses of you in the world around us.  Amen!

Shalom Y'all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 2: Walk, carpool, bike, or bus it

I am following the ideas listed here.

In preparing to walk to work this morning (I did say I was close enough to walk…in March…when it would be warmer?), I pondered all the things I thought I was supposed to ponder in this Lenten exercise.  I thought about how those who have to do such things because they don’t have reliable automobiles (or maybe even at all) get around; how hard it would be to get to the grocery store and back; how cold it was going to be (and would be for people who had to do this all the time); how much time it would take to get anywhere and that I couldn’t be in a hurry but would have to plan ahead.  I even thought about my appointment this afternoon that is 2.8 miles from the church.  Thank you, Google Maps!  Google Maps also told me it would take 56 minutes to get there – can’t be in a hurry!

That’s when it hit me! Here I thought I was supposed to be in solidarity with the poor, or maybe thinking about how much more environmentally friendly I was being – to the world and to my body.  But, really I need to think about something much deeper.

Here is what I mean: the office manager at the church leaves to go to lunch around 12:30, and I would rather walk the almost 3 miles than ask her for a ride.  Think about that.  I have no doubt that if I asked, she would gladly drive me.  It may not even be out of her way.  However, I almost get hives at the thought of asking for help!

I have bought in, hook, line, and sinker, to the notion almost unique to our culture that we have to be self-sufficient: that we really, if we work hard enough, can do this life thing all by ourselves.  To need anyone else (or worse yet: everyone else) is the greatest sin.  It might not be too bad if I can return the favor, but to need without being able to repay or contribute…

The first time the Bible has God say something is not good in scripture – after the sevenfold “It is good” in chapter 1, is in Genesis 2:18, “Then the Lord God said, ‘It is not good that the human being should be alone…” (‘adam’ in Hebrew is the generic term for ‘human being’, vs. ‘ish’ for ‘man’ and ‘ishah’ for ‘woman’). 

We are not meant to do this life thing by ourselves, and I don’t think we ever were.

God of life and breath, thank you for companions on life’s journey.  Teach us to rely on one another.  Amen.

Shalom Y'all,

Owen

Keeping a Holy Lent, Day 1: Pray for your enemies

(following the Lenten ideas found here)

Well crud! I can see it is going to be a long Lent.  Why couldn’t we start out with something nice and easy, like ‘give $20 to a non-profit of your choosing’ (the idea for Saturday); you know, something like that? But, pray for my enemies?  That is a million times harder for me, and maybe not for the reasons you might think. 

See, I find it fairly easy to pray for national enemies, those whose hatred of me is relatively distant and generic.  I don’t know why those are easy, perhaps because I have long practiced that, or maybe because they are distant and generic, or even still because those prayers don’t ever really have to cause me to act differently. The odds of my meeting that enemy on the street are pretty slim as are the odds that I will go to a place where I will meet a terrorist or national of a country with whom we are at war any time soon.

What makes praying for my enemies difficult is that to do so I have to acknowledge that I have enemies. I have to confess that I have people who desire my harm.  And worse yet, I have to admit that there may be those that I desire their harm. This is not a concept with which I am particularly comfortable, as I think I’m a pretty nice guy.  Or at least I try to be. 

But if I think about it in terms of those I might have to change my behavior toward, to seek their good rather than being indifferent to them or even being passive-aggressive toward them, well, a list begins to form, and I begin to have people for whom I need to pray.

Dear God, first help me to acknowledge the darkness that rests within me.  Then, help me to see your face in the face of my enemy and help me make my enemy my friend.

Shalom y'all,

Owen