Our own passions are the worst tyrants: if you obey them but by halves, a perpetual strife and contest exists within; and if you entirely give up yourself to them, it is horrid to think to what extremities they will lead. May God preserve us from that fatal slavery, which the mad presumption of man calls liberty! Liberty is to be found only in Him. Francois Fenelon
Ralph Kramden’s address in The Honeymooners – 328 Chauncy Street – was actually the real address of Jackie Gleason’s childhood home.
The Church is not a tribe for the improvement in holiness of people who think it would be pleasant to be holy, a means to the integration of character for those who cannot bear their conflicts. It is a statement of the divine intention for humanity. Harold Loukes
So what am I doing up at 3:30 AM drinking a cup of coffee? Well, it’s the thing I miss most when I have been sick. And I’m gonna make up for lost cups. (They say you can’t make up for lost sleep, but when it comes to coffee the future is just a chance to make up for lost cups).
Yesterday was a time out for a kidney stone. I can never pass those darn things, and they have to go get ’em. But I knew what I was in for – this is my fifth stone over the years. And you had better believe I knew what pain medication I wanted – and lots of it. The medical staff were surprisingly open to keeping me high all day. Usually you have to kick and scream. Maybe I had that wild Jack Nicholson look in my eyes from The Shining. (By the way, I just saw The Departed. Wow – it’s a gotta see movie – Nicholson’s great – and if you aren’t from Boston, this is how its looks, folks). Maybe Sharon had a .357 under her coat pointed at the staff all day long – “don’t mess with that man,” I can hear her say. So once I got in and got my meds (narcotics, as the nurses called them – it made me feel like I was in a crime movie), it wasn’t a bad day at all. I probably had a better day than most of you, in fact. And for those of you who think I’m not being sensitive to people who are in recovery, I AM IN RECOVERY!!!
I suspected for about four weeks a stone was coming (something wicked this way comes!!). But unlike my other stones, this one didn’t hit me in a moment. It snuck up on me. It drew out the pain as long as it could before it was discovered. It was like a senior stone had coached it how to make Don the most miserable possible. Past stones rose from the dead and gave this stone their powers and their collective wisdom. (“Attention, all stones – we call this meeting to order. Our first order of business is help this little stone here hide long enough so that it can become a big stone.) (I have always preferred to call Christ the Rock rather than a stone – now you know why – another issue for my therapist).
But now it’s over – I mean out. Over and out. There is a little recovery time here, but at least I am back to my coffee. I made some observations while in the hospital that I will share with you soon. I will change the names to avoid lawsuits and to protect the innocent. Meanwhile I am sitting at my computer enjoying a nice cup of coffee and oxycodene – this is what I call a great cup of coffee. (The next order I place at Dunkin’ Donuts – “I’ll have it black with two sugars and a dash of oxycodene.”)
We may not understand how the Spirit works; but the effect of the Spirit on the lives of men is there for all to see; and the only unanswerable argument for Christianity is a Christian life. No man can disregard a religion and a faith and a power which is able to make bad men good. … William Barcla
Joe Queenan, in a recent article in the New York Times Book Review, writes that he had recently established a screening program by only purchasing books that at least one reviewer had described as “astonishing.” Previously, he had limited his purchases to books deemed “luminous” or “incandesent,” but this meant he ended up with an awful lot of novels about bees, Provence or Vermeer(a Dutch painter). The problem with incandescent and luminous books, he writes, is that they veer toward the introspective or the wise,while he prefers books that go off like a Roman candle. When he buys a book, he doesn’t want to go away happier or wiser or even better informed. He wants to get blown out of the water. He wants to come away, well, astonished.
He won’t buy a book just because it has the word astonishing in the title, and he won’t buy the book if the author or publishing house uses the word to describe the book. It has to be said by a reviewer. Then he buys it.
It makes me wonder what has to be said about a church for someone to try it. Here’s a selection of words:
A work of art
So what word are you looking for? What turns your head and turns you on? (Can we say “Shallow Hal”?)
Another question: what happens to a church that is trying to be one of these words, or some of these words, or (gasp) all of these words? What happens to “Ugly Betty” churches? Extreme makeover? Or extreme leftover?
Just been wondering. By the way, do any of these words describe your family? They don’t? And you still stay? I don’t get it.
Silence promotes the presence of God, prevents many harsh and proud words, and suppresses many dangers in the way of ridiculing or harshly judging our neighbors… If you are faithful in keeping silence when it is not necessary to speak, God will preserve you from evil when it is right for you to talk. Francois Fenelon