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when you have nothing in particular to say and you have a blog that accuses you every time you log in and you see it has been weeks since you've posted something? Everyone can probably tell I finally figured out how to use the thingy that lets you post pictures to a blog. That was entertaining for a while, at least for me. I could do a daily diary of the wierdness and pathos that I encounter every day. I could tell about the rumor started by and among our city's clergy that I've been excommunicated. I could tell about my fines and restitution I have to pay for doing a favor for a filthy rich lawyer member of the Church who sued me. (sigh...no matter how I word it, it sounds bitter, doesn't it?) I could update everyone on caring for my father in law. I could tell about our new fish. But, nah....
We had a graduation party last Sunday. We had friends over who have been scattered to 4 different parishes by church politics and strained loyalties. We are all still friends but each family has chosen a path to try to maintain spiritual sanity. We sang at the meal and sang the Pentecost Troparia, which was our Mission's hymn, for the first time together in years. It was a reunion of spirits, a sweet remembrance of what was, and I still hope some day can be once more.
Early this morning I went to St. Anthony's Monastery and finished some walls for a monk. He said I did a week's work in 4 hours. There is little in the world more soul satisfying than a grateful monastic. Later, we went out for dinner with old friends to a real "hole in the wall" barbeque place run by Reggie and Mary from Mississippi who learned to barbeque from his grandfather. A humble family, truly grateful for our satisfied smiles and compliments on Reggie's cooking.
All in all, life is good, folks. I just can't work up enough energy to crank out a raving rant or get mad enough at anyone or anything to shred someone. I can't work up enough bitterness or resentment to write something really depressing or angst-ridden. What is, is. At the end of the day when I close my eyes, it is gone. When I wake up, it is there, but so is everything else that was there the day before, and at the end of the day, it was all in God's hands. What more can we really ask.
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4 comments:
In that case, s-p, you are truly blessed.
To do all you can, then to be able to lay all in God`s hands and trust Him to take care of it is a blessing indeed :-)
FWIW, I *would* be interested in knowing about the fish, the lawyer, the rumors, your father-in-law, etc. I realize it would be difficult to write about such things without sounding bitter, but those of us who have been praying for you could use an update now and again. ;-)
I liked this post s-p. I was there singing hymns, and eating barbeque, and pleasing monks. Too much intensity wears me out sometimes (you know I'm an expert on this, right?). A gentle walk through an ordinary day is good for the soul, too. So, thank you. I look for your thoughts more than you know.
Much love, brother.
Somehow knowing that you live an ordinary life and struggle with it just like me gives me peace s-p. You seem such a together guy and one who is very pious and faithful. I like knowing your "ordinary" just like me. Thanks s-p. Luv ya!
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