Last September, I saw a group of raggedy, disheveled men in front of the grocery store. They were holding signs asking for food. So while I was buying my groceries, I slipped in a couple sandwiches in my basket. After shopping, I chatted with the men, and played with their dog, as they ate their sandwiches. When they were done I got in my car and began to drive home feeling pretty good about myself.
About a minute and a half later, I stopped at a red light. There was a man standing on the corner with a tattered cardboard sign. Still feeling pretty good about myself, I said, “Good afternoon.”
My son is constantly pointing things out to me: “Airplane!” “Bus!” “Flower!” “Dog!” These are things that I often don’t notice. There are lots of reasons I don’t notice them… I’ve seen it before. I don’t need it now. It’s not important to me.
This is the world I live in, the reality construct around myself. Things are only there if they are of use to me. Those are the concrete things. The real things. Continue reading
Ok, I admit it.
I have cheated on Lent. This is particularly embarrassing following my previous Lenten post. I have cheated in two ways. Once was completely accidental… initially. The second was completely willful. Continue reading