Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
– H.G. Wells (via Word.a.Day)
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Saturday, September 09, 2017
Not with your lifestyle;
Not with your hairstyle;
Not with who you love
nor even with who you hate.
Not with your worship
or lack of worship of nobodaddy.
Not with your wife or husband
or lack of mate.
Just take some warm water,
some strong winds, and add
some flat terrain.
Thursday, September 07, 2017
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Friday, August 25, 2017
Why is it so hard to let go of a resentment?
One of Padre's less attractive traits was a tendency to hold a grudge. I remember he was upset by Sears and decided to boycott them. I never did learn what the underlying issue was, but he boycotted that store until his death.
I have the same tendency. "Holding a grudge" is another way of saying "Holding on to a resentment."
I suppose it to be a form of pride. It's a way of saying I'm right, and everyone else is wrong. And no evidence to the contrary will dissuade me. Which means, I suppose, that I'm a typical specimen of the human race.
Another way saying this, of course, is to say that I find it hard to forgive. And, in a fit application of spiritual algebra, I find it challenging to forgive myself those times when I fall short or make a mistake.
It's easier, now that I'm in the elder years, to forgive. But that lack of forgiveness is a hard habit to break. I still backslide into lonely self-righteousness.
Sometimes, on a good day, I can laugh at myself. That's the best cure for self-righteousness. Sometimes, when I make a mistake – one I've made many times before – I can say “There you go again” (helps if I hear Ronnie Raygun's voice).
Sometimes, when someone has wounded me, I can see things through their eyes. Strive to see the situation from the most charitable point of view possible.
Sometimes, on a good day, that works.
Right now, today, I find I'm still clinging to the ghost of a resentment. I hope that time will cause that ghost to fade – though, like the ghosts in a Henry James story – time tends to strengthen the hold of this particular resentful ghost.
I keep coming back to a basic notion, one that seems naive on the surface, but still is probably best for my mental and spiritual health: Everyone is doing the best they can with the tools they have.
The person who offended me is doing the best s/he can. Her motives were well-intentioned. I'm doing the best I can to forgive.
Wednesday, August 02, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Saturday, July 08, 2017
Prayer - Blessed are you, Lord God, creator of the Universe; blessed are you for the gift of prayer. Through it, we draw into closer communion with You; by it, we draw into closer community with each other. For it is in Your holy Name that we pray: Amen.
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
It's the way we tell our stories that can tend to set our fate
But we walk a labyrinth of a simple fisherman's faith:
We are the Hero and the Villain of our sacred path
We walk with Jesus
We walk with Cain
We are the children of 100,000 names
We are the Blessed
We are the Blamed
We walk the circle where the blessings cannot be named
Blessed be the Name
Blessed be the Son
Blessed be the Spirit
Free write within the circuits of a labyrinth.