Showing posts with label Neighbor. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 13, 2021

We Can Never Go Back Again

 

I hear those words being said by various people in various ways these days.  It’s almost a favorite topic of conversation or editorial news.  And there’s much debate on how we got here, and not nearly so much on where we are going, or why.

We can never go back to be who we once were.  From a biological standpoint we are all growing older and cannot go back to our youth, but I remember the blessings we once shared.  And I have pictures and movies to remind me of those good times.  Unlike the negative minds which tear down statues and focus on the bad of the past, I will only focus on the good of the past, and thank God for His blessings, and try to make my new future with His blessings also, but with new blessings.  Jesus said You must be born again and the people asked “how can you enter the womb again?”  They were looking at the past, not the new future Jesus was describing, being born in the spirit.  Jesus was talking about going forward, not back.  The Jews thought He was going to do as the Old Testament military leaders did, but He was the fulfillment of the Old Testament, not its continuance.  He came, and things were never the same again. 

Jesus came to show people a new future, with Him for eternity.  At His time, there were many people saying things needed to change, in the government and in their Jewish faith.  And they wanted change now.  And they wanted it to be as if it were a heaven on earth, now.  But the New Testament shows how His followers began to make a change in the minds and hearts of people, and then the world.  It was not done NOW.  Their lives, the lives of the Catholic Church, are like a story which has an ending which Jesus described, but never said when the completion would be.  We need to grow.  The Church needs to grow.  Governments need to grow.  We need to go forward. 

Looking back is a good thing.  We can see our mistakes (and hopefully not repeat them).  Looking forward is a good thing.  We can imagine the future Jesus described and the joy of our being there.  But we live in the now.  It’s taken many years to achieve the many good things of the Church and the United States. And the good things of this country are far from being only monetary --- do you think all the immigrants want to come here only for money?  But we need to go forward, with a continuing look at the good things of the past, AND, AND … if some of those good things have waned, we need to bring those things back.     

One of the huge changes of the now is the heavy stress on the self.  There are many ways to see that in the past this was not a point of stress.  Family, community, groups were the stress, and they were all groupings sharing a love in common.  And although they had much less money than we now have, THEY WERE HAPPY.  For eternity, we have the goal of the joy of heaven.  But a major good thing of the past was the joy of community.  I know a number of people who have gone on mission to Africa or South America and found that in small, poor villages there were many people who were happy.  They loved and cared for one another’s needs.  They had no money, but they had each other, and they were happier than the missionaries who visited them.  And when the Church came to them, they found joy in the Church community.

Those who are stressing a future of “selfs” doing what they want, will find those selfs very unhappy.  We were not created to be alone; the Bible explains why.  We were not created “in freedom” to do anything we want, but to choose God’s will for us, not as a dictator, but as a loving Father. 

For all the lonely people, for all the people depressed, and for all the people considering suicide in this country (despite all the money and electronics they have), they would do well to meditate on the Bible.  “Jesus sat with them and ate with them”; He could have come in this time instead, and sent them a text message.  Why didn’t He?

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With the above words in mind, I answered a question our group talked about last night.  The question was:  What was the biggest mistake you made in your life?  After some thought, I said it was that I moved away from my family in Illinois to take a job in Michigan.  I was the first of our extended family to go to college, and the first to move away.  All the reasons to move were the things I learned in college.  Unfortunately, I never considered all the things I learned at home and in our family.

When I grew up, I knew every family and person up and down our street --- both sides.  I knew the old people who I cut grass for and shoveled snow, gratis.  And I had many friends my age.  I went to school with them.  I went to movies with them.  Friends and neighbors were synonymous.  When my older sister got married, she and her husband bought a house 2 blocks from where we grew up.  I wish I had thought that way.  My life would have been much different if family were nearby, and a constant focus of my life.  Superhighways and the internet are things which easily take us to places far away --- and from the most important people in our lives:  family.    

Saturday, February 13, 2021

On a Cold Saturday Afternoon

 

Nothing on my agenda today; the car won’t be taken out of the garage.  No one to call; expecting no calls.  There would be the routine things I do each day during this lockdown:  morning tv mass, prayers, a little time spent cooking and maybe playing solitaire games as I eat, and then perhaps some puzzle books and/or reading.  It would be a boring day.

But today did bring some different things.

The mail was delivered early, and that triggered some events --- including my having to walk outside in that blustery cold.  I immediately noticed that my neighbor had shoveled my walk again for me; my snow blower went kaput last year and I think the neighbors are paying back what they view as due to a good neighbor.  This year I will remember them at Easter (as I usually do) with a nice basket for their kids --- I skipped that last year because of the lockdown, and I know the kids appreciate the candy and the books I give them.

The mailbox was quite full again, and I noticed a small Valentine’s Card in the pile, from someone who usually does not sent me Valentine’s cards, in fact, never does.  I opened the card to see what she had to say, only to see it was a Christmas card.  It was stamped by the Post Office on December 20, but I received it today, February 11th.  I wonder if I will get some more Christmas cards this summer?  I guess this was a God-reminder for me event, though, because I noticed that there remained on my kitchen counter two cards which had been returned by the post office a month ago --- a Christmas and an anniversary card I had sent to her son and wife, who apparently had moved.  I guess now I can call her and thank her for the Christmas/Valentine’s card I just received and get their new address.

Also, in the mail I received today was a couple of tax-related forms.  I think I must have received most of them from the banks and investment firms and social security and retirement funds by now, so I got to thinking about tax filing.  So, this afternoon I went to get that full folder from upstairs and sat down to sort through all the donation receipts/confirmations, check statements, Visa statements, and donation confirmations.  I still need to list and total all the donations, but that will be another afternoon.  Just sorting through the papers took me quite a while, but I think I am ready to get my TurboTax programs, which I use for my filing.  Or, I will get my TurboTax in a couple of weeks, since they told me yesterday, when I received my second Covid shot, that it would take two weeks for full effect.  Then I will feel a little more comfortable going out and shopping during the early morning slow times.  I will change to a modified lockdown, from my total aloneness.

No, I had nothing to do today, but it took me most of the day.  And I actually felt productive, something I haven’t felt in a long time.

Oh, and one more thing.  As I logged on to post this blog item, I again saw the many spam comments to my latest posts, advertisements for some drug companies or something.  I took the time to delete them all.  Another thing accomplished this day when I had nothing to do!

And now, I’ll say a prayer for you!    

Sunday, July 14, 2019

It Was a Good Day


The men’s early morning Bible Study at Panera’s got into depth, trying to understand Peter’s instructions on how to grow in holiness.  Peter said it starts with faith, and then is supplemented with virtue, then knowledge (2Pt:5-6) …. And there we got stuck.  Virtue --- faith, hope and charity have to be worked on, to become natural in our hearts.  These have to be supplemented with knowledge …. But there were still more steps in the path Peter laid out that we didn’t get to this week.  Eventually we will find that the steps will all get down to faith in action: love.  But, as we were finding, growing in Christ-like love is something to be worked at --- and studied.
Mass followed the Bible Study for me, and I met Geri, and we planned to meet and discuss a community project on loving our neighbor.  Then I went home to have breakfast, but Maddie called from Meals on Wheels: “Tom, you are my last resort; I have no one else to call.  If you can’t deliver meals today, I’ll have to call all the people and say they’ll have to do without, and I know for some this is their only meal.”  And so, I drove to pick up and deliver the 15 meals.  It was a delivery route I had never done before, and it took me 15 minutes just to identify the streets on a map, and plan a delivery route.  Did I say “Plan”?  Hah!  Construction, accidents, and just plain bad data on the delivery instruction sheet had me taking the most inefficient routes possible, as I went from one end of the township to the other, to places that in my 40+ years living here I did not know existed.  It took me over 2 hours, and 50 miles.  But it was worth it.
I met some frail and lonely people, delighted at the hot food I brought, and the visit.  One woman saw the crucifix around my neck and asked where I went to church.  She recently turned in her driver’s license due to worsening eyesight, and needed a ride to Sunday mass.  I told her I’d be delighted to arrange that with her local parish.  She beamed, and I later did as I promised her.  The last person on the route lived in an old farmhouse, now surrounded by new construction.  She was watching for my arrival --- even though I must have been over an hour late versus the normal delivery person --- and she came out a side door to greet me; the house’s front steps were rotted and unusable.  I gave her the meals for her and her husband, and the extra food I was instructed to provide her for the weekend.  Before accepting the food, however, she hugged me.  I was too overwhelmed to think, but on the way back I resolved to get her signed up with the grocery-providing ministry in the township, even if I had to drive groceries to her myself each week.
When I finally got home at two o’clock, I had my breakfast.  Then I went to the chapel to give thanks for this day, and to replace the vigil candle, as I do each Friday. 
It was a good day; I gave thanks.
When I arrived home again, I saw that the live trap outside my garage door had sprung, and a small gopher was trapped.  One less to be digging under my driveway.  I was tired, but as I put him into my car I said: “Time for a ride to your new home, little fella.”  And as I was slowly backing out of the driveway, my neighbor’s car drove into my path.  Crash!  No damage appeared on my car, but hers was dented along the whole side.  Oh, well.  Yes, today was a good day, but it was a normal one also.  No day on this earth is perfect.  But I give thanks for them all.
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The next night, at adoration, I read some pages from the book I Thirst --- 40 Days with Mother Teresa.  The Day 16 meditation focuses on Mary at the foot of the cross.  Mother Teresa’s reflection on the scene says: “So you see in what way you too can take your stand at the foot of the Cross, with Mary, our Mother, and satiate the thirst of Jesus.  Let us offer everything to Jesus --- every sorrow, humiliation, discomfort.”
Later the book author (Joseph Longford) comments: “Now she is at the place of crucifixion, ahead of everyone else.  She looks for the disciples of Jesus, His picked men … Finally, John arrives.  He had at first run away like the others, but he overcomes his weakness and makes his way back to Our Lady through the jeering crowd along the Via Dolorosa.”
“The jeering crowd”?  We usually see depicted, as in the movie The Passion, the weeping friends of Jesus being nearby as He went to His death, but in truth they were probably in the minority, and were mocked and jeered at, as Jesus was.  His death was not among a crowd of His friends.  The few who came were jeered; most stayed away; they were not wanted.
All these thoughts here, my “good day” yesterday, and John’s experience of so long ago, give me great understanding of Mother Teresa’s words, and what she herself experienced in her life, not a life filled with great joy for the work she was doing, but much suffering because of what she was doing.  “Let us offer everything to Jesus --- every sorrow, humiliation, discomfort.”  Those things make for good days.
He went without comfort so you might have it.  He postponed
joy so you might share in it.  He willingly chose isolation so you
might never be alone in your hurt and sorrow.
-- Joni Eareckson Tada