June 13, 2013

Stuff...

Oh yes, this is the loosey-goosey Jamaican-mon weather of yore. Yesterday marked the first official visitation of the length and width and breadth of summer. I walked with grandson Sam down to the park by his house at 7pm and the world was bright as a peacock and complemented by the fullness of heat and humidity, a good ol' fashioned barn-burner, Midwest-summer style. Definitely a corner turned when it's 86 degrees at 8pm. Very pleasant to enjoy the walk and out of doors after eating dinner in the climactically freezing conditions, relatively speaking, of the G household.

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So we purchased a bug zapper that supposed kills insects up to an acre away. Feel mixed emotions about it since it seems counter to the environment. Seems like we'll have less of the natural predators of mosquitoes. Fewer bats, which come out at dusk and lend an aura of wildness to the festivities. But then I'm all for not getting West Nile disease.

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A nice elliptical workout while reading the Catechism: a very efficient way to edify and rectify (the latter my weight). Reading at Mass today was how God writes the law in our hearts now and that may be one of the most difficult things to believe in all the Bible given all the confusions and confusions around discernment. It doesn't feel like we're necessarily all that much different from the ancients.
 
The Catechism emphasizes the rather radical amount of freedom God has left us:

“God willed that man should be 'left in the hand of his own counsel,' so that he might of his own accord seek his Creator and freely attain his full and blessed perfection by cleaving to him.”
No doubt about it, God leaves us a lot to our own devices. Worryingly so. “Man is rational…and thus like God,” wrote St. Irenaeus, perhaps not anticipating the election of Barack Obama or the many scores of people who offered their sympathies to Jean Stapleton a few years back “on the death of her husband Archie.” Surely our rationality is over-emphasized even if the potential for it is there. The Catechism makes the bold statement that it was God who put the desire for happiness in our hearts, “in order to draw man to the One who alone can fulfill it.”

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Still impressed by Mark Shea's cri de coeur. A tour de force of abnegation:
One of the things that lives under the rocks in my heart has been a deep and abiding fear, a kind of heart conviction about the universe that long predates any conscious relationship with God I formed as an adult…I’m not saying it’s a truth about the universe. I’m saying it’s something more like a broken bone in my soul that never knit right. And what it comes down to is a pattern of assuming that I am, at best, a tool of God, not a son of God and certainly not somebody God loves. And with that has been a fear that, at the end of the day, once my utility to God is spent I would be tossed away like a candy bar wrapper.

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