Still valid after all these years

Today’s rather timely (in America) prompt word toggled a whole new line of “Stay Calm” t-shirts in my head..

Stay Calm and Be a Stable Genius
Stay Calm and Ignore the Environment
Stay Calm and Blow Up a Nation Right Back
Stay Calm and Make America the Gum on the Bottom of the World’s Shoe

Of course, one could only market them to the GOP and its groupies. I have allergies.

So, just for a rational change of pace, I re-examined some whom I’ve found both stable and geniuses, or, for the sake of the prompt, brilliant.

Who’s first? Jesus? Yes — He’s middle and last, too.

There’s also the miracle-begging (Gentile) Canaanite Mama who said, “Oh, Lord, yes — but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their Master’s table.”

Lincoln, Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., Gandhi…

Jesuits, Mother Teresa, Pio, John Paul II, Peter Maurin…

Seraphic Father Francis, who for 40 days and nights in a remote stoney tangle, fasted — but for the one requested loaf with his one bite taken out of it, lest anyone (including himself!) equate him with the One he emulated for love.

And poor too-much-like-me Peter, seemingly simple but innately brilliant in the ways that matter most to God. “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.”

O, to have seen his eyes at that moment.. and later, when the Master added, “Fear not, for I have overcome the world.”


Stay Calm and Pray.






Miracle On (every) Street

There’s a John Donne poem that sums it up (I hear you nodding)…

A Hymn to God the Father
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow’d in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.

That is the greatest trustable end result of the miracle of the Begotten Son’s immaculate Incarnation and redemption:

God will still be loving long after we’ve given up… long after we’ve shuffled off mortal coils. The one Good and True will ever be loving. Efficaciously.

“John” means “gracious gift of God.” John the Evangelist underlined what John the Baptist said (“Behold, the Lamb of God!”) when he wrote for all time, “God is Love.” Amen. The last Word was, is, and ever shall be



Lookin’ for adventure..

Yesterday, an alert sounded throughout the hospital PA system while they were readying DH for the transport to the rehab. The nurses looked out the window and said that it was probably due to that storm cloud right there. It was, indeed. Severe t-storm and flooding watch. Well, of course. This drive to the rehab with meself bringing up the rear, is over all highway and a year-long bridge, now even more interesting in having been narrowed by concrete walls while they build the new lanes.  (I’m sorry — you knew I was Irish, right?)

I stopped home first, because I’d had like 15 coffees and the bridge crawl loomed… So, I got some of the deluge quite personally as I ran from car to house ramp. Changed my shirt, grabbed an umbrella, ran back out, got soaked (not even deluges come straight down), tried to close the umbrella, couldn’t, got soaked more. You know those days. You have to have the a/c on for the defroster while you’re wet, so that you can see something even though your windshield wipers can’t keep up with deluges — even before the fog on the bridge will render it utterly moot. Yes. I hope no one ever plants a hidden mic in my car. (Indeed, that has become one of my bigger hopes.) Who didn’t I call on Up There, after the apology for one person in a weather event bothering the Alpha and Omega, a la “Jesus, take the wheel!!” and finishing up with an unanswered, “Are You listening??  Are You listening?? They’re waiting for me!!”  “I CAN’T SEE!  I CAN’T SEE!”

Told the toll-taker, “Oh, fine, thanks. You?” Got lost twice, but found my way, after going as slowly as everyone without an SUV was, though I did not put on my 4-way flashers, as many had. As I finally stepped from the car, utilizing my last nerve (and having become a Relaxicle), the sun came out, the clouds went away, and I entered the building. Hair plastered to my head, eyes like Gollum, I spooked the hell out of the lady at the desk. “I AM FINALLY HERE!” She said, “Uh.. yes!” Turns out that she wasn’t one of them who was waiting for me.

Then, there was THE most magnificent double rainbow to say that He was indeed listening. If you saw it, too, you’re welcome.

:-p  Oy. Some days. It’s all blind faith.

The baby is doing better, even last night. I don’t have a word on his mom, yet, but DH had an ok night. Catheter remains a couple more days, and maybe Coumadin.  I’m going over there shortly.

Have an excellent Sunday, people, and try to remember those crazy-good rainbows. A perfect half-circle of a sweet covenant only God could bring forth (and expect His beloved to fill in the rest with faith, even if it sounds like frantic screaming).