Safety Harbor. Chuck Cooper

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      Safety Harbor

      Keepers of the Light

      Copyright © 2016 Chuck Cooper. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.

      Resource Publications

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      199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3

      Eugene, OR 97401

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      paperback isbn: 978-1-5326-1388-3

      hardcover isbn: 978-1-5326-1390-6

      ebook isbn: 978-1-5326-1389-0

      Manufactured in the U.S.A. July 17, 2017

      Rory Cooney is a composer in Lake Zurich, Illinois. His song, Safety Harbor, is available at giamusic.com, and his many songs can be found on iTunes. Mr. Cooney has served as Director of Music and Liturgy at Saint Anne Catholic Community in Barrington, Illinois for 23 years.

      Safety Harbor by Rory Cooney

      Copyright © 1989, GIA Inc.

      All rights reserved. Used by Permission

      Some Scripture texts in this work are taken from the New American Bible, Revised Edition, © 2010, 1991, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, Washington, D.C, and are used by permission of the copyright owner. All Rights Reserved. No part of the New American Bible may be produced in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Some content taken from New Living Translation of the Bible, Copyright © 1996.Used by permission of Tyndale House. All rights reserved.

      The Mercy of God is an Ocean Divine, Albert B. Simpson, 1891, Public Domain

      Eternal Father, The Navy Hymn, William Whiting, 1860, Public Domain

      Blest Be the Tie That Binds, John Fawcett, 1782, Public Domain

      Take My Hand, Precious Lord, Thomas A. Dorsey, 1932, Public Domain

      Breton Fisherman’s Prayer, Anonymous, Public Domain

      To my beloved wife, Patty, who has shared herself with me so generously, for many years.

      Preface

      One of the most memorable events in my ministry took place in its earliest days.

      “Mother wants to see you,” said one of my parishioners, in a small parish I was serving in the Midwest. “Can you come over right away?”

      Her mother was on her deathbed.

      When I arrived at the house and entered the bedroom where she lay, I asked, “What can I do for you, Mother?”

      “I want to know,” she said, “that when I cross the Jordan River, Jesus will be waiting for me, on the other side.”

      I recall no quotes from any theologian or scholar that have been seared into my memory as has that dear woman’s words. That plea from the depths of her spirit, in her last days, has stayed with me through all of my years.

      The real depth of the spiritual life is not contained within the high echelons of religious institutions or in the public proclamations of the prominent, but in the common life of ordinary people. Here it is, that we live out our lives, with our anxieties, fears, regrets, hopes, and dreams. Here, we wrestle with the great questions of life. If we are open, it is in this living, that the Mysterium Tremendum comes to us in many ways and in different forms, and miracles happen.

      The story told within these pages is of just such a community of people, who struggle with ambiguous relationships, who wrestle with their demons, who experience loneliness and self-doubt, who are flawed, who live with regret, unbelief, and sorrow. Yet, in spite of life’s challenges, they experience joy, healing, and grace, and are capable of noble and heroic deeds.

      Welcome to Safety Harbor. I think you’ll like it here!

      Acknowledgements

      My deepest appreciation to those who generously took the time read my manuscript in its varying stages of development, and who encouraged me to submit my work for publication.

      I am grateful to my wife, Dr. Patty Pickett-Cooper, and to Patrick Sousa, for their kindness in editing this manuscript.

      Chapter 1

      The summer sun rose over the hills with a surprisingly bright intensity, as if it had been on the job for several hours already. It drove the morning fog away early. The day was still cool, but warming up fast. A sweltering day was in store for the people of Safety Harbor. “Unusual for the Oregon Coast,” everybody said, even in the summer. It was the third day of the heat spell.

      The regulars at Joe’s Diner were sauntering in, and the smell of fresh coffee greeted their nostrils with a jolt that drove away any trace of drowsiness. The sun hit their faces and they shaded their eyes, accustomed to having the morning fog still in, when they arrived.

      It was excellent tourist weather and Nate Beard, the operator of The Salty Dog deep sea fishing business, was happy. He would have to eat hurriedly. The line was already forming down at the dock.

      Sally Hankins went by him with three breakfast plates in her hands.

      “Hey Sal! Take the day off and let’s go fishin’!”

      Smiling, she shook her head, slightly embarrassed.

      It was the same every morning. Almost the same words even. A ritual. She poured him coffee and called out “Two eggs over easy, ham, and wheat toast!”

      As with many who walked in, she didn’t have to take his order. It was always the same. There was a joy among the mostly good people who assembled there, at the order and predictability of it all.

      “Put a rush on that would ya?” said Nate. “There’s money linin’ up at the dock! I gotta get down there and get it before it gets away!”

      From the view through the three large bay windows of the diner, the ocean gave off a beautiful deep hue that seemed to blend seamlessly into the blue sky. A lone kite floated effortlessly, seemingly suspended in midair, in the breeze over the waters.

      Wendell Cone sat at his usual third stool from the end of the counter, sipping coffee. If his thin well-dressed frame wasn’t there each morning by 6:30, people watched for him until he showed up or until they found out where he was.

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