A Politician's Dream

Tea Party in 1773 may happen again, but instead of tea, it might be coffee.  Well, no.  We love our Dunkin Donuts Coffee too much to just toss it into Boston Harbor.  I think we might just throw Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., in Boston Harbor, or at least hang an effigy of him from the Liberty Tree.

Our Health Secretary has declared war on Dunkin Donuts for containing too much sugar.  Our governor, Maura Healey says, "Come take it from me!"  

People in New England love Dunkin' Donuts.  It seems like there's a "Dunk" on every street corner in Boston.  We love it so much.

You may think it's a silly thing to make a big deal over, but think about it.  It's exactly what a politician would latch onto, to publish herself.  It's not THAT important but will keep your picture in the newspapers for a bit.

The Samaritan Woman

 John 4: 5-52 is about the Samaritan Woman.  This is a long passage and accordingly has a lot of meat in it.  So, what surprised me in thinking about it, is that I realized at least two new facts that I never realized before.  The first is the fact that Jesus doesn't ask the Samaritan to convert to Judaism.  Come to think of it, He doesn't ask the Romans to convert, either.  Perhaps just belief in Jesus is what counts.  Think of Dismas on the cross.  He doesn't say he is sorry.  He just expresses belief.  

Doesn't this dismiss any divisions in religion, we may have?      

To change the thread: it is said that the Samaritan woman had five husbands.  Think of the times.  Women had no power--no say in marriage or divorce.  Therefore, five men rejected her.  She had no authority to reject them!  The poor woman!  Five times she was thrown out!  I am glad she found Jesus.

Question

 How does the foreman on a jury get picked?  Do certain people have an aura of leadership?  Is it intelligence?  Alertness?  Poker face?

Just wondering. 

Whenever I am in a role where I am placed in the front of an audience, I look over the crowd of faces. I see some that look very attentive. Are they more intelligent than the others?  When the speaker tells a joke, they laugh out loud. Others don’t. Why?  Didn’t they get the joke—weren’t they listening—are they thinking about it—just naturally poker-faced?

What do you think?  

Culture is Important

 This is another Book Club recommendation, A Calamity of Souls by David Baldacci.  The calamity is the mix of morality between races.  This is set in the American South of the 1960's.  Segregation had just ended and is grudging, not accepted, but rather enforced by law.  People still automatically kept the same roles as before segregation ended.  Blacks automatically sat in the back of the bus, went into back doors, and didn't mix.

The story begins with a black man, Jerome, being arrested for the murder of his two white employers.  Immediately, the reader sees the language and treatment, the accused endures.  Jerome's mother-in-law asks Jack Lee to be his attorney.  They know each other and live in the same town, albeit different segregated neighborhoods.  

Jack knows he doesn't have the skill nor experience to win the case, but he was willing to give it his best.  In walks Desiree DuBose, a hot shot civil rights lawyer from Chicago.  Plus, she's black. Together they try to defend Jerome.

This book should be recommended reading for high school history/literature classes.  I was alive then and had forgotten how bad it really was.  It was bad, really bad.  Desiree stood up to all the vile harassment and hateful vitriol.  Besides the evil vibes, Jack's sister was killed, Jerome's wife was arrested, also, and all the families involved were traumatized.

The reader of course knows Jerome is being railroaded, but the story includes how the witnesses play out on the witness stand.  It seemed Jerome had no chance.  Reading their testimonies and Jack and Desiree's rebuttals sound convincing, but the jury is all white and not Jerome's peers.  

The ending is satisfactory

Autonomy

 My friend, who passed over five years ago, once had a discussion on "autonomy," with me.  At the time, I didn't understand her devotion to the word.  It seemed like unbridled anarchy.  What kind of world would we have if everyone believed as she did?  She believed in abortion, gay rights, even therians/otherkin rights. She divorced her husband and was in the midst of a robust love affair, when I first met her.

I could barely discuss, never mind argue with her.  She was smarter and more self-assured than I was. She was a science teacher, an artist, and a reiki master.  Unfortunately, she got cancer and chose to have doctor assisted suicide.  She was really suffering.

What could I do but pray for her?  And what to pray for?  

She came to mind, during this morning's gospel on Matthew 4: 1-11.  This is the gospel where Satan tempts Jesus in the desert.  My friend, I think would lean more towards the temptations, than towards Jesus' choices.  Jesus was following scripture.  She would have scoffed at scripture dictating His choices.  He should have been able to choose what He wanted.

But don't you think Jesus did choose what He wanted?  He wanted to obey Mosaic laws.  

Maybe she would choose what Jesus did.  I'll never know.

His temptations are so very human.  His first one was food.  After all, He had been fasting for 40 days.  I know that if my belly is full, I'm not hungry.  But if I haven't eaten in a while, I'm hungry and will grab whatever, good for me or not.

His second temptation was authority over His religion in Jerusalem.  Think that He was offered the job of pope over all Jews.  Didn't Satan know Who He was?  Why would He be tempted for something He could have, if He wanted?  Free will be damned.  

Lastly, was Lord over all the world.  His kingdom is not in this world.  Satan has it.  

Autonomy is tricky.  It sounds nice. The freedom to make your own choices.  But you need to know how your choice affects others.  You need to take into consideration the consequences.  

Maybe you need discernment, help, a guide, otherwise you probably make selfish, emotional decisions.  Perhaps, it is best to follow an ethical code--like religion.

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Dust

 Today is Ash Wednesday.  Ashes is what everything eventually will become.  Did you ever return to your childhood home?  Nothing is as you remembered.  Stores are renamed.  Movie theatres are gone.  Your favorite drug store where there was a soda fountain is missing.  Condominiums are everywhere.

Everything is changed or completely gone.  Reminds me of Ash Wednesday, "You are dust and to dust you will return."  Again, my mantra comes to mind, "All is passing, only God abiding."

This Lent I will work on my relationship with God and others, who are in His image.

Juvenile Thinking

 How does one mature in an immature environment?  My "cloistered brothers" were telling me that they feel sorry and don't know how to help the 18–25-year-olds, in prison.  How can they ever grow up in prison?  After they've served their time and go outside back home, how will they fit in?

Thinking about it, I don't know if they ever will.  They will always be that juvenile delinquent and think like one.  I say that because I had an experience that cements my opinion.  

When I was about 35-years-old, I took a class to obtain a real estate broker's license.  Sitting in the classroom, I found myself "checking" out the guys that entered the room.  After a bit, I stopped myself and asked, "What am I doing?  I am 35 years old, married, and the mother of three children!" 

Why was I thinking like that?  I think it was because the last time, I was in a classroom was when I was in college and would have been "checking out" the guys, as they entered the room.  Even though I was 35, I was thinking like I was 18.  

How in the world, could excons think any differently?  They would just pick up where they left off, before they became incarcerated.

God help them.