Last night, I slept the sleep of the just. I’ll give it back to them, now, but that was so nice! Life-changes are exhausting. Life-changes in the midst of things that aren’t changing are even more exhausting. (That line should be on the front of a brochure right under “WELCOME!” that’s attached to a brand new nap pillow handed to anyone who makes it out of the womb alive.)
Indeed, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I read two opinion articles today, and got pissed off twice. Philosophers, thinkers — when have they ever changed the world for the better without their hand firmly in God’s, He Who gives us our head in every matter — even our eternal one? If St. Thomas Aquinas called his huge thought-saturated body of work “straw” once the reality Who is Truth had made Himself known to him, what makes anyone else think they’ve got more than dead, detached, rust-colored pine needles to offer this poor ol’ rage-filled world?
One article was about how to help physically save the world by personally reducing dangerous footprints. I was nodding yes, yes, until that last suggestion to limit the size of one’s family. As I would ask anyone who promulgates abortion as a *choice* if they’d be okay with their mom’s/dad’s decision to abort — during their own fetushood, I would ask any population-controller if they’d be okay with their parents’ having limited the size of the family beginning just before their own conception. The shoe jumps to the other foot, doesn’t it?
The second article was an interview with someone I’d call a humanist, because one needs a word sometimes, to go with the education-bought letters after the name. I nodded yes, yes, until that paragraph which insisted that, no, religion was not and would not be of help to this world that is fixing to detonate nuclearly — “quite the opposite.”
We’re still in the numbskull corner of Eden, covering with fig leaves. Jesus, I’m sorry — You were as ineffective as the tears in Your eyes didn’t blunt, as you gripped the praying-rock and looked out over the Christ-less generations to come, while the tormenter of all that is God’s, knowingly cackled nearby.
A) Limit your family if you want to, but keep your eyes and pointy fingers away from everyone else. The point of life is life. It really gets no simpler than that!
B) Unless we live in, with, and through religion (something that truly defers to all of life’s Creator/Orderer/Reorderer and doesn’t also-God), we can’t see/feel/employ its effect very well on this side of the tapestry.
It’s not nice for someone who slept the sleep of the just to wake up as a crankball. Stop irritating me, smarter people, who disown both man and God. We’ve proved endlessly that these two trajectories do not work to anyone’s sustained good.