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The
worst loneliness is
not to be comfortable with yourself.
~ Mark Twain |
Anne Marie picked me up about 9 AM on
Saturday and we proceeded to St Stephen Church. My daughter was the
sponsor for Ana as she was Confirmed. The two of them were seated
with Dan and Karen while I joined Karen's folks, Ted and Marilyn in the
side pews. This marked the confirmation of our last grandchild, another
sign of the maturing family. After the ceremony we dispersed, to reunite
at Ashford house where some enjoyed breakfast, some lunch and others
dinner. It was a delightful gathering. My gift giving has, for the most
part, been a card with a check in it, It is something I can do without
making any mistakes ... always the right color and size and no returns.
Communions and Confirmations are an exception to that practice. There is
no check. The gift that the grandchild has received from God is far more
important than any I could give and I could not and would not try to
compete with God in His generosity. I could be creative and find a small
religious gift to mark the occasion but grandpa isn't that creative.
The American practice of celebrating
Baptism, First Communion and Confirmation carry some inherent problems
and I think that the Eastern Churches' practice of combining them into
one occasion makes more sense. Yes, at Baptism, infants are given their
first Communion, albeit a tiny portion, as well as being Confirmed just
as would an adult being Baptized. These are the
Sacraments of Initiation to the family of God. They are gifts of the
Trinity, not something to be earned through years of study for no price
can be put on them. The American church has distorted the reception of
these Sacraments by making Confirmation a "prize" to be taken at the end
of 8 years simply to insure that the children attend 8 years of
religious education. Would you withhold food from a child for an
extended period of time until he learned all about it? Confirmation is
spiritual food, something that should be given to him as soon as
possible. Some other way should be found to attract children to a
Catholic religious education. Or, I should say that some other way
should be found to convince parents that it is their duty to see that
their children have that education. Some have gone so far as to say that
they must reach an age when they can decide for themselves to be
confirmed as if confirmation is a choice at all. It was never meant to
be. To reject it would be to reject a spiritual gift beyond value. Does
a 14 year old understand God? I am 76 and I don't understand God! I
don't expect to understand Him until I stand in His presence but I am
grateful for any gifts of grace that I receive until that time comes. I
may even have rejected Him during some periods of my life but thank God
I had received His Holy Spirit in Confirmation to sustain me through
those periods.
After returning me home from Ana's
Confirmation, Anne Marie went to Robert Morris College to see Anthony
and Joe off on their spring baseball trip to Florida. She was
threatening to be a stole away on the bus but her duty to home and
husband kept her from abandoning them..
Anthony got a present on Sunday. He
arrived in Florida on his birthday !
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
ANTHONY
You hit the quarter century mark!
Doesn't that make you
feel old?
Just kidding Anthony ... you have a
long way to travel.
I have received two of those
emails that ask a few simple questions about your self. The answers from
the one who sent it are already there and it is supposed to get people
to know each other. One came from Canada and another from a fellow
parishioner. It is a great idea but the questions reveal only
superficial information. This web site serves the same purpose but digs
a bit more deeply into my beliefs and thoughts while it covers my life
history. I believe in sharing information. If people make a secrete of
their lives how can there be trust or love. Someone said, "No man is an
island". We do not exist alone. Privacy, I think, is over-rated and over
abused. It is used as. an excuse to hide what we are ashamed for others
to see, things that should not be done in the first place. Monday
morning's reading from C. S. Lewis speaks to morality and the fact that
we often associate the term with our relationship with others while
forgetting to clean up our internal selves. Either way, "privacy" is
used to hide our errors as we pretend that if not obvious to the rest of
the world, no harm is done. But, the greatest harm is to ourselves and
the conclusion, I think, is obvious.
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A bit of
fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.
~ Chinese proverb |
I started a new section in this web site called, "My
Father Wrote ..." My sister Marilyn didn't think our father's
compositions were good enough for publication but I disagree. I will
publish them on this web site starting with her favorite
Riding the Rollers with Pvt. Copeland
. This story is written as a letter
to folks back home in Ohio as he explores Hawaii of 1920 recounting his
misadventures. I hope you find it humorous. I will be adding more of my
father's writings as time permits. I have placed
The Snow Directors
on a page of it's own also. You will be happy
to know that I do not plan a sequel..
My foot doctor pampered my feet on Monday, always a
welcome treat. Then the following day, Barbara pampered the house,
which, I confess is an indirect pampering of Grandpa Don. While that was
going on, I constructed the new "Spotlight" antics that greet you at the
top of this page. I enjoy playing with things like that and the more I
do it the easier it is. You can click on the spotlighted items to open
window to other parts of this web site. The "Spotlight" is a feature
that I first used on the parish web site and it very effectively heads a
column of links to events to be held at the parish as well as featuring
various ministries from time to time.
I "met" Sandy Love during the week. She is my cousin,
daughter of my mother's brother, Ken Lossner, sister of Gay Wands.
I also discovered that "Gay" is actually Gail Adair, ... it sounds
poetic. It all came about because Gay was telling me about my mom, her
"Aunt Tootsie" and I asked a question. She, in turn, asked her sister
and Sand's reply was sent to me. I, of course, replied and have
established a new email relationship with yet another cousin.
The two ladies have fond memories of their aunt.
Sandy (Sandra) remembers her care and kindness when as a very small and
frightened girl she was sent to her grandparents home when her mother
had to go to the hospital. Tootsie was living there with my brothers Jim
and Ken. Aunt Tootsie slept the night in a rocking chair to comfort
Sandy. Sandy also remembers going on a bus trip to Chicago with Aunt
Tootsie to see her cousin Ken when he was in the Navy. Both Gay and
Sandy remember her as a great cook and baker. As a matter of fact, I
have now passed on Tootsie's recipe for a "Moss Ball", a cheese ball
made with blue cheese. to Anne Marie and look to sample it at Easter.
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Happiness is not a
state to arrive at,
but a manner of traveling.
~ Margaret Lee Runback |
The Snow Directors must have been out in force on Tuesday. I didn't see
them but they successfully waved off the predicted storm, leaving us
with only a cold wind. Cleveland was not as fortunate. Peggy Cecora
wrote:
"The weather here is horrible. I was going to take the
Marquis to work tonight but instead took Jim's wagon as he had it
running and wanted to put it in the garage. The road's were not too bad
at 5:30 but most of the drivers were only doing about 50. Most of
everyone's car at work when we got out must of spent at least 10 minutes
trying to get the ice off the windshields and windows. The roads were
even worst coming home. For the most part I did 20-25 mph and in good
spots about 40. I am thankful to God for getting me home safe."
We are glad you made it home safe as well Peggy. Take heart ... Spring
will come and as the little dog said when he caught his tail in the
screen door said, "It won't be long now."
When my eyes opened Wednesday morning my clock
radio was blinking at me. The power had failed during the night. Mikey
was stirring about and I soon discovered it was his usual 6:45 wake up
time. Later I checked the power monitor on my computer and found the
power was off for just 2 seconds, just enough to shut down my several
electronic clocks.
The first order of business on Wednesday, after my
usual morning rituals, was to get the weekly parish newsletter emailed
to the "Include Me" members. It is only sent to those who sign up
through the parish web site in order to comply with spam regulations.
This week's issue included the reminder to move the clocks ahead
Saturday night so as not to be an hour late for church on Sunday.
It must have been "Pamper Week". Wednesday I
pampered the car, taking it first to get the State Emissions test, one
of those necessary bothersome tasks..Then I stopped for gas. I do that
every six weeks whether I need to or not. (I remember when $5 worth
would fill the tank and now it is almost ten times that.) From
there it was a short jaunt to the oil guys where old Betsy was lubed,
the oil changed, tires and other items checked and windshield wipers
replaced.
The Snow Directors must have been at work again on
Wednesday because they kept a major storm just south of us. Ohio got
clobbered again. We expected a light snow Wednesday night but there was
hardly a trace visible in the morning.
Thursday morning I pampered my spirit by joining
others at Bible Study. One of our "students" of the bible commented that
this study of the Gospel of John had brought to her, this late in life,
an understanding of the "washing of the feet" that she never had. She
asked why the pastor can't explain it from the pulpit the way it was
brought out in our discussions, the commentary and the video
presentation. The answer of course is that there simply isn't enough
time for in depth instructions at Sunday mass and that she is at a time
of her life when she is interested enough to deepen her faith by coming
to Bible study. It is obvious that a grade school education in one's
religion is not enough to be proficient in it. Extended study and
refresher courses are necessary if a person wants to become more
proficient. An hour a week of liturgy isn't much help either. Only about
20 minutes of that touches on dogma..
In my reading of C. S. Lewis, his comment that it
is not up to the priest, minister, or bishops to put the world of
politics, business and the workplace right. They have not been trained
for that. It is up to the laymen who are the church and who work
in those fields to do the job. There are things that the leaders can do
but the members must do their part in learning their faith, then living
it in such a way as to change those whom they come in contact. As St.
Francis of Assisi said to his followers, "Preach the Gospel always. If
necessary, use words."
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Growth begins when we
start to
accept our own weakness.
~ Jean Vanier |
Another point that dawned on me
during Bible study this week concerned the fact that Jesus sent Judas
away to "do what he must do". I had always thought it strange that Judas
was "given permission" for his betrayal. Maybe he wasn't! How often has
a parent known that a child is about to make a mistake but realizes that
it is beyond control. The child is told, "Go ahead, its your life." To
try to force the child, (probably an adult by now) would be futile and
probably cause an undesirable family rift. We do not understand how but
it is possible that a great good can come from this apparent error on
the child's part and so we are resigned to their choice in life and know
that nothing is unsalvageable. After many years of passing on what
wisdom we have, as best we can, there arrives a time when we must say,
"Go, do what you must do". and hope it doesn't hurt too much while we
pray that the ultimate result will be good.
The baseball trip has been
interesting for Joe and Anthony. They won their first game but it was
down hill from there. It was sunny the first day and down hill from
there. The head coach went to the hospital, as a result of an episode of
high blood pressure but was released after e few hours. . The spanki'n
new bus, recently purchased by the driver, was hit while parked on the
street near the ballpark. The front of the small car that ran into it
folded like an accordion but the air bags prevented serious injury to
the driver. She said she didn't see it parked there! Damage to the buss
was limited to dents and scratches. How do you not see a big tour bus?
Joe played well but his arm was
hurting a bit early in the week. On Thursday he threw out three in a row
trying to steal 2nd and he reported that his arm felt fine. That was
obvious. A knowledgeable trainer on the staff at the ball park said that
at this stage of his recovery from surgery he should have a full day's
rest between catching the ball game and he had that rest on Wednesday.
I think we fooled Mother Nature. The
Snow Directors have intimidated her to the point that she skirted us to
the south with today's storm. I am afraid, however, that my family in
Cleveland will not be as fortunate. I don't know if the boys will get
any games played in Florida either ... rain is predicted along with the
possibility of tornados. I pray everyone will be safe.
Don't forget about the clocks
tomorrow night. We can view it as the end of winter with warmer
temperatures next week. We just need to get past this week end. There
was a time when the sun dial was always correct but that was a long time
ago. It was time to work or fight a battle when the sun came up and time
to rest when it went down. It was nature's way. The day was
half over when the sun was the highest in the sky where ever you lived.
When man invented clocks he complicated his life. Every town had it's
own time and with the industrial revolution, the factory whistle
announced the start of work, a break for lunch and then the time to go
home. The railroads had a problem in establishing time tables for their
passenger trains and time zones were established to accommodate them
with everyplace within a given zone adhering to a common clock. But
mechanical (or electronic) clocks do not differentiate winter from
summer when the duration of daylight differs and it's beginning and
ending shift. with the tilt of the earth. An attempt was made to get in
tune with the sun and "daylight savings": time was invented, a misnomer
if there ever was one. We do not either save or spend the daylight, just
shift our activities to somewhat get back in synch with the sun, messing
up the time of "high noon" in the process and further complicating our
lives. It all comes down to the fact that nature is really the one in
charge and as much as we want to take control it is futile and
frustrating. The major religions of the world have it correct when they
agree that the day ends when the sun goes down and a new day begins
then, not at the arbitrary man defined time of midnight, which,
indecently, is not the middle of the night. No, try as we may, we can
not mess with mother nature, except for ... the Snow Directors ... and
they, only in the wildest wandering of our minds. Oh yes,
Nature was in charge a long time ago and still is. Only our perception
of things has changed. It is said that to give God a good laugh, tell
Him your plans. He must also be very amused with our attempts to
manipulate time.
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We have been the
recipients of
the choicest bounties of Heaven.
~ Abraham Lincoln |
Good old mother nature also intended for us to be
active but we rebel and want to be comfortable as much as possible.
Yesterday I pampered mother nature and walked for 20 minutes on the
treadmill. She rewarded me with a glucose level of 119 before supper.
(80 - 140 is Normal) I MUST get in tune with
Mother Nature ... on a regular basis.