Saturday, December 15, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Peace, Love, Hope
May this holiday bring you great joy and peace. May anger and hatred flee. And, when given the chance, may love prevail.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Caught in a conflict
This is the Bishop Cardinal George. Please forgive my ignorance; I imagine there is an appropriate honorific that I should use. I'm not of the Catholic faith, so I've missed the lessons in rank.
Bishop Cardinal George is struggling through cancer treatments. Radiation. My mother went through that, so did many friends. It is rough on the person in so very many ways. I wish him nothing but the best.
So, why am I writing about him? Well, as I said, I found myself caught in a conflict. You see, in the past years, the Catholic Church has come out strongly against contraception and gay marriage. The reason for the contraception issue: God made sex for conception and bearing life. The reason for no gay marriage? Well, they say it's because the man/woman thing is completing, man/man or woman/woman is against God's design. (?)
And, let's face it, there are a number of other issues out there many of you could detail.
My conflict: When did God allow the use of poisonous radiation, chemotherapy, to interfere with his plan for this man to leave earth and go to heaven? I don't recall anywhere it saying that the taking in of poison is acceptable?
Further: This Church will tell you that a priest is married to the Church, is married to God. A ceremony in which the other party has not been able to stand up and say "I Do" - or at least I don't think so. And yet, I am told that my desire to marry an adult of legal standing, capable of expressing his own mind and desire to marry me, is unnatural and not tolerable.
I'm not here to be a church basher. I'm not saying that anyone is a horrible being. But, I am saying that something doesn't seem to add up. If I am to be free to love, to live life more abundantly, more perfectly, a relationship of mutual respect, concern and love ought to be enough.
I wish you abundant and long life, Sir. And, I ask, perhaps you and your cohorts could keep you nose out of my life.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
The Lost Dog
Hello My Friends;
I'd like to tell you about today's activities....
Today I took part in an adoption day for the rescue organization I've mentioned before. It was quiet, but we got some great people in to see the dogs and maybe find that forever friend they've been missing.
Afterward, many of us went on a road trip to a nearby town in search of a missing dog. This poor thing: 17 years old, a cancer survivor twice, deaf, nearly blind, unsteady on its feet.... and somehow now lost.
The owners, a man and woman, have searched and searched, hoping against hope. The temperatures sinking below freezing, the age and condition of their sweet friend..... the dog has been missing since Tuesday. I was hoping I'd find their dog for them, praying I wouldn't as I searched under decks, in bushes, ditches, and along the water's edge.
There's no way to not feel for folks who have had a friend share their every day for 17 years, tears controlled only through a force of will. Each confided to me separately that they believe the dog has died but they search for a live dog because each believes the other would be overly grief-struck. I drove home tired, cold, and sad. We didn't find the dog. So, perhaps that means we can still hope.
When I got home I hugged my Gracie, once she was done dancing around my feet. Fuzzy friends..... how they manage to get into our hearts, and how in the world could we possibly live without them? I dread the day I will one day have to say goodbye to my friend, . The best I can do, I guess, is make sure she knows she is loved and appreciated every day I have her.
Isn't it incredible the wonderful lessons we learn from such "dumb" critters?
I'd like to tell you about today's activities....
Today I took part in an adoption day for the rescue organization I've mentioned before. It was quiet, but we got some great people in to see the dogs and maybe find that forever friend they've been missing.
Afterward, many of us went on a road trip to a nearby town in search of a missing dog. This poor thing: 17 years old, a cancer survivor twice, deaf, nearly blind, unsteady on its feet.... and somehow now lost.
The owners, a man and woman, have searched and searched, hoping against hope. The temperatures sinking below freezing, the age and condition of their sweet friend..... the dog has been missing since Tuesday. I was hoping I'd find their dog for them, praying I wouldn't as I searched under decks, in bushes, ditches, and along the water's edge.
There's no way to not feel for folks who have had a friend share their every day for 17 years, tears controlled only through a force of will. Each confided to me separately that they believe the dog has died but they search for a live dog because each believes the other would be overly grief-struck. I drove home tired, cold, and sad. We didn't find the dog. So, perhaps that means we can still hope.
When I got home I hugged my Gracie, once she was done dancing around my feet. Fuzzy friends..... how they manage to get into our hearts, and how in the world could we possibly live without them? I dread the day I will one day have to say goodbye to my friend, . The best I can do, I guess, is make sure she knows she is loved and appreciated every day I have her.
Isn't it incredible the wonderful lessons we learn from such "dumb" critters?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)