First Things had a poem that resonated with me. It might with you, too.
My friend the carpenter (no, not that one) Told me about a trick some workmen use. They leave some tools around if they’re not done— Nothing that they can’t afford to lose—
As if they’ve gone for coffee or a snack, Or an emergency—a roof with leaks. They want to keep us thinking, “They’ll be back,” Despite the fact that days stretch into weeks.
But even if they do this to deceive, They do it. They need us to think that they’re Decent, the kind of men who wouldn’t leave. That Skilsaw on the ground shows wear and tear, A lot like faith. We need it. So do they. A promise to believe in anyway.
The first time was 45 years ago! We were having a new roof installed. Hubby had to leave and he was waiting and waiting for the roofer to finish. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. The roofer only had about a foot wide length across the roof to do. Hubby told the roofer he had to leave and paid him. When hubby came back, the roofer was gone, but he left a large pail with goo, a stack of shingles, and a spreading tool, on the roof. Who would do that? Why did he do that? Surely, he'll come back and finish the job. We waited a year!!! We telephoned and left messages, with no response. We asked around; the man had disappeared! I won't belabor the point, but the first time wasn't the last time. As Midge Goldberg says, we need to believe. We always have hope. We never lose faith.
My neighborhood once was a haven for families. When my children were young gangs roamed our backyards and walked in and out of our kitchens. Literally, there was a path in the hedges between the house next door and mine. The voices of children echoed in the air. Bus stops had lines of children queuing. My children had a wonderful neighborhood to grow up in. They and I have good memories. That was then; this is now.
For a long time, I've wondered where the children went. I see plenty of young people jogging. I also see many couples, also singles, walking dogs. The thought has occurred to me that people aren't having children nowadays, but rather they're pet owners. Pets are satisfying the human need to love and nurture.
My thoughts were reinforced today by the article, "Fur Babies," in Breakpoint. John Stonestreet articulates what I've long thought. He calls it "pet parenthood," or "fur babies." Young people today opt to care…
The other day, I was talking to a friend about another friend, who is a Wiccan. My friend is into yoga and meditation and she said she was surprised that wiccans meditate, just like Christians do. We kind of ended our conversation with the realization that all religions have a lot in common.
Later on, I came across this examination of conscience on the Defend the Catholic Faith website. It's quite comprehensive. I glanced at the list of sins that broke the first commandment. I immediately recalled my conversation with my friend where we concluded that wicca is on par with Christianity. Yikes! What an idiot I am! I knew it's not; what was I thinking?
And scandal! Scandal is an attitude or behavior that leads one to evil. Hence! That's a sin against the fifth commandment. Who knew?
And "adulation!" I didn't even know what that was. That's being an accomplice in another's vices or grave sins. Ah.....