“Imagine All the People”

Someone’s ‘Tweet’ about sin and how someone else responded showed up in my Twitter feed Sunday. I noticed an unusually goofy item in my Google news feed that evening.

Instead of expressing outrage and (self?)-righteous indignation over either or both, I made a few notes and went on with my day.

That’s no great virtue on my part. I’m no fan of emotional outbursts. I like them even less when I’m the one melting down. Avoiding that sort of eruption is much easier now. I talked about that yesterday. (January 7, 2018)

But I haven’t talked about what I believe, how it affects what I write, and where I get most of my news. Not recently. Not much at all, about news and me.

Loathsome Insects, Fire, Hell, and Me

Jonathan Edwards inspired centuries of preachers and righteous writers with his ‘Angry God’ sermon.

“…every unconverted Man properly belongs to Hell….”
“…The God that holds you over the Pit of Hell, much as one holds a Spider, or some loathsome Insect, over the Fire, abhors you….”
“…you will be wholly lost and thrown away of God….”
(“Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God,” pp. 6, 9, 15, 18; Jonathan Edwards (July 8, 1741) (via Digital Commons@University of Nebraska-Lincoln))

It was effective rhetoric in 1741. It still is for a few folks.

Not me. I’m pretty sure others have pretty much had it with J. Edwards wannabes. My emotional response to tirades like that is closer to what Twain said. (March 5, 2017)

“I don’t like to commit myself about heaven and hell – you see, I have friends in both places.

“When I think of the number of disagreeable people that I know who have gone to a better world, I am sure hell won’t be so bad at all.”
(Mark Twain, p.377 of Evan Esar, “20,000 quips & quotes” (1968))

“[H]eaven for climate, Hell for society.”
(Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain), Speech to the Acorn Society (1901); via Wikiquote.org)

“I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: ‘All right, then I’ll go to Hell.”
(Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885), via Bartlett’s Quotations, 16th ed.)

My emotional response is one thing. It’s not necessarily what I think.

I think sin is a bad idea and I shouldn’t do it, but I do not think God has anger management issues.

I’ve occasionally felt like God was using me for target practice to blow off steam.

That’s partly because no human could fully understand God, even under ideal conditions. (March 5, 2017)

We don’t live in ideal circumstances. Haven’t since the first of us made a really bad decision. It’s not that God made a defective creature, or that we’re now rotten to the core. We’re still basically good, just wounded. (July 23, 2017; April 23, 2017; November 6, 2016)

One reason that I don’t rant about ‘those sinners over there’ is that I’m one of them. That needs explaining.

Sin! Sinners! Oh! Those Wretched Sinners!

Sin is what happens when I don’t love God and my neighbor, or don’t see everyone as my neighbor. Everyone. No exceptions. (Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640, Mark 12:2831; Luke 10:2537; Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1706, 1776, 1825, 18491851, 1955)

It’s an offense against reason, truth and God. (Catechism, 18491850)

I don’t do what I know is good for me, and avoid what’s bad. Not consistently.

Whenever I decide to do something that hurts me or someone else, I offend reason and truth; and God. That’s a sin, so I’m a sinner. (Catechism, 18491850)

That’s one reason I’m not highly motivated to lambast wretched sinners. I’ve got a slew of psychological and psychiatric problems already, and don’t want more. Then there are theological and relational concerns, and my long-term goals, that’s another topic. Topics.

I was going somewhere with this. Let’s see. Twitter, news, Jonathan Edwards: got it!

“The Drunkard’s Progress,” Fabulous Fifties, and 2018

Nathaniel Currier’s 1846 “The Drunkard’s Progress” was popular. At least for folks who sympathized with America’s temperance movement. In the 1840s.

I’ve talked about that, Carrie Nation, “Reefer Madness,” and getting a grip before. (July 10, 2016)

What was effective social commentary — or propaganda, and that’s yet another topic — in the 1840s doesn’t, I think, have the same impact in the early 21st century.

Wailing and wringing my hands in anguish over the decline and fall of the America that was is an option. A daft one, I think.

We didn’t have a perfect society in the 1840s. We didn’t in the 1950s, and we don’t now.

We have, however, tried to correct some faults. And succeeded, in some cases. Not perfectly, but we’re still working on the issues.

I talk about that a lot. (October 30, 2017; September 25, 2016)

That brings me to a well-intentioned ‘Tweet.’

Personal Sin

I thought the Tweet’s basic idea made sense: that sin isn’t a strictly private matter.

I also think folks who thoroughly understand Catholic beliefs would understand. But I sympathize, a bit, with the person who disagreed.

Sin is a personal thing. But what I do will affect others. So sin is a social matter, too. (Catechism, 18461869, particularly 18681869)

That’s a colossal over-simplification, and the bit from the Catechism isn’t much more than an introduction to the ideas. It’s all I’ll say about it today, though.

Make that ‘almost all.’

One of my frustratingly-durable sins is gluttony. (June 18, 2017)

I could say that it only affects me, but that would mean ignoring how the resulting health issues affect my family. Among other things.

Imagine

John Lennon’s “Imagine” has been a highlight of New York City’s New Year’s Eve celebration in Times Square:

“…Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace….”
John Lennon, “Imagine” (1971)
(posted oldielyrics.com)

I wasn’t a Catholic in 1971, and wouldn’t be for decades.

But I was a Christian and took my faith seriously. I still am, and I still do.

At the time I thought the “and no religion too” idea was wrong.

But I sympathized a bit with folks who felt that way. Particularly since I thought imagining “all the people living life in peace” made sense. I still do.

That didn’t change when I became a Catholic.

“…The answer to the fear which darkens human existence at the end of the twentieth century is the common effort to build the civilization of love, founded on the universal values of peace, solidarity, justice, and liberty….”
(“To the United Nations Organization,”1 Pope St. John Paul II (October 5, 1995))

I don’t, thankfully, run into quite as much of the malignant virtue1 permeating ‘Christian’ radio in my youth, or the ‘be like me or be damned’ attitude.

Some Christians still act as if they thought God agreed with them: instead of trying to agree with God. I hope they mean well, for their sake if nothing else. I strongly suspect they’re not so much numerous as noisy.

The ‘sin isn’t private’ thing on Twitter wasn’t malignant, but my guess is that the person who responded had gone through experiences not unlike mine. He (maybe she) said, in effect, ‘what you believe means nothing to me.’

And that is about as good a reason as any too not expound on the wretched sinfulness of something I think is a bad idea. That goes quintuple for ranting against someone whose life isn’t just like mine.

Even if I imagined that what I wrote would be read exclusively by folks with my ethnic, social, and cultural background — Holy Willie isn’t a good role model. (February 12, 2017; December 4, 2016)

I live in a world where too many folks have endured malignant virtue, sometimes worse than what I experienced. That sort of thing leaves an enduring mark.

That’s why I think saying why I believe what I do makes sense.

Just as important, I try to say it in a way that will make sense to folks who, like me, are living in 2018. Not in some rose-colored version of an earlier era.

And Now, the News

I check my Google news feed regularly, at least once a day. I ran into that ‘hit and run’ entry yesterday.

I tell myself that I’m keeping an eye out for something to write about, and seeing what nonsense may show up in my other feeds. That’s partly true, but I figure part of it’s simple curiosity.

That ‘Hit-and-run driver’ item showed up in Google news > U.S. > More Articles. The link got me to an item in The Sacramento Bee. The picture of President Trump may have come from an unrelated video on the newspaper’s website. I don’t know.

I’ve noticed that a great many ‘bad news’ items lead with a snapshot of the president: the sort tabloid photographers were getting by sneaking up on celebrities and yelling. Sometimes America’s chief executive is more-or-less involved in the issue.

If you’re bracing yourself for a diatribe against, or panegyric for, the current President: relax. I am reasonably certain that no president is or has been a Nazi, fascist, white supremacist, or the Antichrist. (November 8, 2016)

I’d think English-language news media’s continuing meltdown over the current officeholder was funny.

If so many folks weren’t apparently taking what the news says seriously.

Me? I think an American president affects America’s politics and economics. And has some influence over world affairs. But I don’t think the president is solely responsible for climate change, or is humanity’s last hope for survival.

Which reminds me, about ‘making America great again:’ I wasn’t aware that America ever stopped being great.

What my country has been a great example of keeps shifting, and we’re far from perfect. But on the whole I think we’re okay.

I take news, particularly political news, seriously: as a reflection of the mores of a particular subset of my civilization’s population. Also as a useful signal that something’s happening that I can check into.

I started recognizing emotional triggers used to grab and hold attention in the 1970s. A couple decades in marketing gave me opportunities to learn more.

That’s why I took my wife’s advice: stopped watching television news entirely, and do little more than scan headlines from most news outlets. Like I said, they’re a useful tool. But not the sort of thing I think is trustworthy.

I am pretty sure folks who write news — traditional, alternative, and satirical — believe what they write, or think their satire is based on reality. I’m inclined to think the satirists live a bit closer to the real world than many, and that’s yet again another topic.

I lean heavily on science news from BBC, since I like their style. And greatly appreciate their apparent willingness to check a few facts before publishing.

I do my own research, anyway. It’s fun, and I don’t assume BBC News never makes mistakes. Besides, they’ve got a distinct viewpoint that’s not mine.

Citizenship

Even if I wasn’t incurably curious, I’d find ways to stay more-or-less-current with (real) issues.

Being a good citizen means, among other things, balancing individual and community needs and respecting others. (Catechism, 19051912)

It means thinking — not supporting a party or candidate just because if feels good or ‘we’ve always done it.’ Family or cultural traditions sometimes should change. (October 1, 2016; September 25, 2016; October 1, 2016; July 24, 2016)

This is another election year, so I expect the usual hysteria will intensify.

I could join in the frenzy, I’m an very emotional man. But I don’t think that’s be a good idea. And that’s — you guessed it, another topic.

I think these posts are related. Your experience may vary:


1 I ran into “malignant virtue” in a Sayers mystery. It’s the earliest instance of the phrase I’ve found:

“There are times, Charles, when even the unimaginative decency of my brother and the malignant virtue of his wife appear to me admirable.”
(Lord Peter Wimsey, in “Murder Must Advertise,” Dorothy L. Sayers (1933))

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“Do Not be Afraid”

4th Sunday of Advent:

(Advent?? This post is late.)


4th Sunday of Advent, 2017

By Deacon Lawrence N. Kaas December 24, 2017

Good! Now try to imagine yourself describing the scene in which the Angel Gabriel seeks and speaks to Mary as one that could be played out spectacularly on film or a TV program, it would begin with the panoramic vision or an overall view of the world that solemnly zooms in and spotlights in one tiny little place. We could imagine the overview from the film score to the mission behind Google Earth which imagines a slowly moving in from the vastness of space, to this planet and then the middle where it looks like a couple of lakes are connected by a river. Eventually the focus comes down to a particular part of the Earth and the sea and the River disappears. All we see is a dusty, little town and finally one young girl, presumably going about her daily business.

That’s how Luke introduces the story of the Angel’s encounter with Mary. It begins in heaven, the Angels’ abode with God. Then, reminding us of the history of the land of Israel, Luke focuses not only on Jerusalem, the great city of the Temple, but on the backwater town of Nazareth in Galilee. Passing by any and everybody considered to be important, Luke then highlights one young girl.

As Emily Dickinson would say, she’s a nobody. Barely more than a child, she’s nobody’s wife and nobody’s mother. But God’s Angel lands in front of her. There, in the middle of nowhere, the Angel addresses the young girl, a social nobody. The Angel asked her to agree to God’s plan to change everything. This is the mystery we are invited to contemplate as we prepare for the celebration of Christmas.

As we hear the closing words of his letter to the Romans today, Paul explains that the mystery of Christ has been revealed to bring the entire world to the obedience of faith. In order to understand that, we need to know what obedience meant in Paul’s vocabulary. Obedience is a word for listening. It implies listening so carefully, so attentively and so openly, that the listeners are prepared to be changed by what they hear. Getting people to listen is ultimately the only way to bring about change. The rule of Law may be imposed on people. But if they don’t internalize the law, if you don’t choose it as a good way to act, it is only as effective as the penalties for infractions that are painful and unavoidable. Paul believed that the mystery of Christ was so mysterious , so exciting and so life-giving that it would bring people to obedience — if only they would listen to it with their hearts.

Mary listened to the Angel. She allowed her heart to be vulnerable to God’s grace, which is another way of saying she was obedient. She wasn’t passive, but she clearly explained why the plan seemed impossible — she was a nobody, only betrothed, not yet even a real wife. But she was simple enough, open enough, to hear that God’s plan was bigger than her expectations or even her imagination. When the Holy Spirit is allowed on the scene, nothing is impossible.

This year we have the shortest Advent season possible. Our last week of Advent can begin no earlier than the first anticipated mass on Saturday afternoon, and it will end with the first mass of Christmas eve on Sunday afternoon. This “week” of 24 hours or less seems to be a trick of liturgical time. Perhaps it is also a reminder that God doesn’t wear a watch or carry a day-planner. God’s time is different from ours as God’s thoughts are bigger than our imaginations. Only God would dream up a plan to save the world by starting with a young Mary of Nazareth. Only God would keep turning to us, hoping for obedience.

The Angel said to Mary, “The Lord is with you.” The Angel also said, “don’t be afraid.” The message that God is with us can be very troubling. If we allow ourselves to be vulnerable to God’s presence, everything can change and that’s not always comforting.

The message we are invited to ponder today during this 24 hour final week of Advent, is that the creator of the universe wants to be with us. When we are invited to ponder all that could be, the Angel reminds us “nothing will be impossible for God.” The mystery of Christmas that we celebrate with lights and crib scenes, gifts and shared food, is not just a historical commemoration. Luke wants us to listen for Gabriel’s wings approaching our town. The Angels will tell us “do not be afraid.” Heaven is hoping we will respond with the obedience of faith.

Listen! Can you begin to hear the angels sing, peace on earth and good will to all people.

I love you all as brothers and sisters of Christ, Merry Christmas!

So! You all be Good, by Holy, preach the Gospel always and if necessary use Words!


(‘Thank you’ to Deacon Kaas, for letting me post his reflection here — Brian H. Gill.)


This is two weeks late. I talked about my more-than-usually-interesting Christmas season earlier today.

Posts that aren’t completely unrelated to this one, and one that probably is:

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The Magi, Meds and Me

It’s Epiphany Sunday. It’s not about the magi, wise men from the east. Not exactly. They’re involved; along with King Herod, religious experts, Mary and Jesus. But they’re not what this is all about. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 528)

“When Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, in the days of King Herod, behold, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying, ‘Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.’…”
(Matthew 2:112)

Epiphany is one the high points of the year for folks like me: Christians who aren’t Abraham’s descendants. I’m a distant relation of the patriarch’s, like every other human being. (Catechism, 360, 1911)

Maybe more closely related than folks whose kin never left our homeland, or left before mine and headed east. That doesn’t make me more or less important, just different. And that’s another topic. (May 19, 2017; January 13, 2017)

We heard the same message, pretty much, a couple weeks ago. (December 25, 2017)

“The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.
“For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord….'”
(Luke 2:10)

Two millennia later, we’re passing along what the angel and our Lord said: good news of great joy for everyone. Whether or not anyone listens is up to each of us. And that’s yet another topic.

“In today’s Gospel, the narrative of the Magi coming from the East to Bethlehem to adore the Messiah, conveys a breath of universality to the Feast of the Epiphany. This is the breath of the Church which wants all peoples of the earth to be able to encounter Jesus, to experience his merciful love. This is the desire of the Church: that peoples may find Jesus’ mercy, his love….”
(Solemnity of the Epiphany of the Lord, Pope Francis (January 6, 2016))

It’s the best news humanity’s ever had. God loves us, and wants to adopt us. All of us. (Romans 8:15; Ephesians 1:35; Peter 2:34; Catechism, 13, 2730, 52, 1825, 1996)

Medicine and Genesis

I’ll occasionally run into someone who thinks Christians shouldn’t use drugs. Any drugs, including those some of us use to stay moderately healthy.

They have a point. Eating healthy foods, getting enough exercise, and avoiding self-destructive activities is a good idea.

Some of my health problems started — probably — because I didn’t do that.

But I don’t think a peevish God is smiting me because I ate too much and didn’t exercise enough. Or sent Satan a memo to smite me with the demon depression. Honestly, do these folks think about the implications of their assumptions? And that’s yet again another topic.

I can see how some Christians could get that idea.

The notion that there’s something basically wrong with physical reality has been popping up at odd intervals for millennia. The names are different, and there’s a newish spin on the old idea each time. But it’s the same attitude: spiritual is good, physical is bad.

Never mind how Genesis 1 wraps up:

“God looked at everything he had made, and found it very good. Evening came, and morning followed—the sixth day.”
(Genesis 1:31)

Even if I didn’t like what I see, I hope I’d have the good sense to figure that if God says something is “very good,” I shouldn’t argue the point.

As it is, that’s not an issue. I like having a physical body — which gets me back to health and using my brain.

Thinking about God and Reality

I haven’t met any for quite a few years, but some Christians probably still think that God has anger management issues and smites folks who aren’t perfect.

Or made a bad decision. Or did something that ‘good’ folks don’t like.

Those notions are pretty firmly entrenched, I suspect, so I’ll rehash how I see God, being human, and using by brain.

I rely on God for my continued existence, like every other creature. (Catechism, 301)

I don’t ‘believe in’ medical science and technology. Not in the sense of imagining that it’s the most important thing around, or an answer to all my problems. That’d be idolatry, and a daft decision. (Catechism, 22922293, 1723)

That does not make what we’ve learned over the last few millennia evil. Not even what we’ve learned in the last couple hundred years.

God gave us brains. Using them is part of being human, or should be. (Genesis 1:26, 2:7; Catechism, 355, 1730, 1778, 21122114, 22922295)

So is worshiping God, and other aspects of faith. Faith and reason get along fine: including when we’re learning something new about this astounding world. (Catechism, 154159, 283, 1730)

Using my Brain

I don’t know why sickly saints are a perennial favorite for folks writing and buying ‘lives of the pathetic Saints’ tales.

Lacking good health isn’t a sign of virtue, and that’s still another topic.

Since holiness and sickliness enjoy — if that’s the right word — a seemingly-permanent place in religious pop literature, I’ll ask a rhetorical question.

Is being health okay?

Basically: yes, being healthy is okay. So is trying to get well. Life and health are both gifts from God. Taking reasonably good care of them is a good idea. Making either my top priority isn’t. (Catechism, 2288, 2289)

Prayer is a good idea, too. So is taking action. God made a world where the creatures in it, including me, play a role in making things happen. (Catechism, 41, 306308, 25582565)

Helping sick people get better, and find new ways to cure disease, is a good idea too. It’s even okay to transplant organs, providing we don’t kill or maim one person to help another. (Catechism, 22922296, 23002301)

Getting Weird at Christmas

As I said Friday, it’s been a more-than-usually interesting week. (January 8, 2018)

The good news is that I’ve had a complete night’s sleep this month. More than once. That’s better than I did in December.

As my wife once noted, I ‘get weird’ during each Christmas season. That’s not surprising, since something very traumatic happened around Christmas when I was 12. Memories of the incident are lost. Not accessible, at least. (March 19, 2017; October 14, 2016)

We’re still learning how the brain stores and processes information.1 My seasonal ‘weirdness’ suggests that the information is still stored somewhere in my brain. Some of it, anyway. I’ll open that can of worms another day.

This year’s Christmas season was worse than most. I didn’t get more than maybe one night’s uninterrupted sleep during December. The good news is that the situation is improving. Maybe next year will be better.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m no Grinch. I like Christmas, a lot. But something gets stirred up then. Maybe several somethings.

And no, I do not think I’m possessed. I’ve looked into the possibility, done some research, checked with competent and informed folks, and that’s another can of worms.

Decisions

Part of my problem is depression and PTSD that started after that incident. And wasn’t diagnosed for decades.

Bear in mind that this was the 1960s. Much of what we’ve learned about that sort of thing has been uncovered since then. And we’re still on a steep learning curve.

Complicating the situation was a family situation that kept us preoccupied.

My attitude didn’t help.

I figured that feeling sad and hopeless, punctuated by feeling angry, was normal for adults and folks becoming adults. What I observed seemed to confirm that. More cans of worms.

Even more good news happened after I started working with a psychiatrist. Depression was a blatantly obvious problem. Others are easy enough to spot, not so easy to identify.

By that time I’d developed an assortment of ways to stay moderately functional despite my glitchy circuitry. Some of them were and are okay, some were anything but.

After trying some less-drastic alternatives, the psychiatrist discussed methylphenidate with me. It’s a powerful central nervous system stimulant.

The down side is that once I started using it, I’d be well-advised to keep using it. It’s addictive: or whatever the polite term is.

I knew that before deciding to start.

I thought the risks outweighed the benefits. And still do.

I’ve been taking the maximum safe dose for many years now, and am recovering what I realize might have been normal function under other circumstances.

That’s good news, too.

Getting that prescription reauthorized is often frustrating. Looking for an ‘up’ side to that, I could say it’s a wonderful opportunity to practice patience.

I like being an American, on the whole. My country isn’t perfect, and I’ve talked about that before.

Folks running our local, state, and national governments are probably doing the best they can, given their viewpoints and limitations. I hope so, anyway.

I know enough of our history to realize that we do learn. Eventually. Sometimes we learn the right lesson. That’s good.

But sometimes we haven’t yet. I feel like I’m dealing with one of those situations.

Methylphenidate is a controlled substance, so getting a new supply each month is not as straightforward as it might be.

How Things Should Work, But Sometimes Don’t

Drug abuse didn’t start in the 1960s, but that’s when some Americans got very concerned about the issue. Like I said, I hope they meant well and were doing the best they could.

My methylphenidate prescription has to be re-issued each time. That, happily, has not been an issue.

Getting the prescription filled is another matter. A frustrating one, for me.

Pharmacies may not process the prescription unless they have a form, signed by a duly-authorized person. That’s understandable.

The authorization must be the actual physical form: not digitized. Also understandable, since we don’t have well-established procedures for verifying digital data. Not available in my part of the country, anyway.

The persons currently authorized to fill out and sign my forms work in another town, St. Cloud, about an hour down the road.

I’m supposed to tell the local pharmacy. They send the request to the St. Cloud office. Someone there receives the request, sends it through proper channels to the appropriate office. When an authorized person is available, the authorization is filled out.

At that point the signed authorization is put in the health center’s outgoing mail for the day and turned over to the United States Postal Service. After a few days it arrives in the town I live in, where the local pharmacy picks it up.

That’s how it’s supposed to work.

It didn’t. Not each time. The written authorization disappeared somewhere along the line several times. I found an alternative before collecting enough data for a statistical analysis.

It wasn’t entirely bad news. I now know what withdrawal feels like. It’s exquisitely unpleasant, and I want to never go through that again.

I started making arrangements to pick up the form in a town that’s a little closer. The folks in St. Cloud have someone come there regularly for other reasons.

From there I hand-deliver it to the local pharmacy, where they fill it and I can use my brain for another month.

Sometimes there’s a SNAFU somewhere in the process. That hasn’t been a major issue, since I often start taking half the required dose when it looks like there might be a delay. It’s not an ideal solution. I can tell that I’m running on ‘low.’ But I’m still running.

The end-of-December re-issue happened entirely too close to the Christmas-New Year breaks this year. It’s partly my fault.

The authorization can’t be processed at the pharmacy until a set date, and I see no point in raising concerns at St. Cloud by making my request early.

This year I was a bit preoccupied, and didn’t take vacations into account. I had, happily, gone on half-rations promptly when I started the process.

The day when someone who could sign the form and get it to the intermediate office was advanced by 24 hour a few times. Then the ‘next day’ was the following week’s Monday. That was the day I would run out of half-rations.

Good news: a member of the family offered to pick up the form in St. Cloud, and now I can use my brain for another month.

Looking Forward

When I started writing this I wasn’t sure what talking about my efforts to keep my brain working would look to others. Or myself, a week or so from now.

Maybe it’d look like needless fussing, or a potentially-useful anecdote. Or maybe a complete waste of time. I’m still not sure, but it’s a bit late to change my mind now.

I’m pretty sure that at the end of all things, my recent experience won’t seem nearly as important as it did while I was having it. It’ll matter, since keeping my brain in working order helps me do what I should and avoid what I shouldn’t be doing.

I am sure that I have limited time to ‘work out my salvation,’ like Philippians 2:12 says. After that, I hope that I’ll be in the “great multitude.” Metaphorically speaking, at least.

“After this I had a vision of a great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation, race, people, and tongue. They stood before the throne and before the Lamb, wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands.
“They cried out in a loud voice: ‘Salvation comes from our God, who is seated on the throne, and from the Lamb.'”
(Revelation 7:910)

Meanwhile, I’ve got work to do. Along with everyone else who takes what our Lord says seriously. I talk about that a lot:


1 Different sorts of memory, and some of what can go wrong:

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Alien Life: Notions and Research

Scientists have been discussing alien life for some time: where it could be, what it might be like, and how we could find it.

Quite a few non-scientists have been talking about the same thing.

Some have pretty good grip on what we’ve been learning since Aristotle got famous and Anaxagoras didn’t.

Others have contributed to supermarket tabloid covers. And made informed discussion of extraterrestrial intelligence harder.

Or more interesting, depending on your viewpoint. I see it as a bit of both.


Experts: 1950s to 2018

Illustration by anonymous artist, iStock image, for 'How do you stop astronauts going mad?' Paul Marks, BBC Future (February 10, 2017)We learn. Slowly, sometimes, but we do learn. Take what seemed reasonable 58 years ago, for example:

How do you stop astronauts going mad?
Paul Marks, BBC (February 10, 2017)
“‘Impulsive, suicidal, sexually-aberrant thrill seeker.’ What kind of person might that describe? A Big Brother contestant? A Base jumper? A cult leader? Guess again. It is how some US Air Force (USAF) psychiatrists, back in the early days of the space race, imagined the psychological profile of would-be astronauts. Unless they were crazy, wreckless, hedonists, the doctors reasoned, there was no way they were going to be let anyone strap them into a modified intercontinental ballistic missile and then fire them into orbit.
“Of course, the men in white coats were wrong, and were guided more by their lack of knowledge about space and the tropes of science fiction than reason….”

Entertainment and PhD. dissertations aren’t the same thing. Presumably the experts knew that.

But their conclusions and 1950s science fiction films aren’t entirely dissimilar.

“…For instance, in the movie The Quatermass Experiment (1953) a rocket returns from orbit with two of its crew dead and another bizarrely transformed into a crazed killer by some kind of alien contact in orbit. In Conquest of Space (1955) a voyage to Mars is jeopardised by a commander who cracks under the space-induced stress and who becomes seized by a violent religious paranoia, endangering his whole crew….”
(Paul Marks, BBC)

I like some stories from science fiction’s more fictional fringes. That doesn’t mean I think folks planning Martian settlements should study “Total Recall.”

I think “Contact” may be less implausible than “Alien,” and I’m wandering off-topic.

Putting This Universe in Perspective

What’s big and old depends on how you see it. “Reference frame” is a technical term physicists use. In technobabble, it’s an abstract coordinate system with physical and temporal reference points.

A lot of folks use Cartesian coordinates, which work pretty well for designing buildings and stacking dishes. It’s sort of like Euclidean geometry. Non-Euclidean geometry impressed or disturbed H. P. Lovecraft. Maybe both. (December 16, 2016)

Looking at my desk in one frame of reference, metaphorically speaking, I can see it as big: or small. Mostly cluttered, and that’s another topic.

Earth is big, compared to my desk. But it’s small compared to planets like Jupiter. Seen from nearby stars — we might not see it at all, even with telescopes as good as the best we have. Some being built, maybe.

Our star is above-average compared to most we’ve been cataloging. In terms of brightness, anyway. A few are bigger and brighter. We recently discovered that dim red dwarf stars outnumber ones like ours. By a lot.

Our galaxy is the second-largest in the Local Group. Not as big as the Andromeda galaxy, but big nonetheless.

We’ve charted a big enough fraction of the Milky Way’s stars to estimate how many are in parts we haven’t mapped yet: between 200,000,000,000 and 400,000,000,000, most likely.

The Milky way is part of the Local Group.

The Local Group is just that: a bunch of galaxies in our immediate vicinity.

It’s part of what we call the Virgo Supercluster. Think of it as the galactic archipelago we’re in.

The Virgo Supercluster has something like 100 galaxy groups and clusters. It’s one of maybe 10,000,000 known superclusters.

That’s the observable universe. Cosmologists, some of them, have been learning a lot about it over the last century or so. Some of them say it makes more sense, mathematically, if we assume that it’s not the only universe.

Time and Technology


(From Efbrazil, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Big bang, 13,800,000,000 years later: mapped onto a 12-month calendar.)

This universe isn’t just big. It’s old. I don’t mean “old” like last year’s fashions or the Appalachian Mountains. Really, really old.

Some folks say they don’t approve. They apparently prefer living in a reality where the whole universe got started in 4004 BC.

I like reading fantasy and science fiction. But I prefer living in God’s universe: the one we started in, where Earth is.

Speaking of Earth, it’s not as old as this universe. It’s still a whole lot older than Barnenez, and that’s yet another topic.

Living on an oldish planet in an old universe doesn’t bother me. Particularly since I’m not running the place.

Like Psalms 115:3 says, God’s large and in charge. I’m okay with that.

Getting back to life, the universe, and all that — a hundred years is a long time. Compared to human lifespans. A few of us live that long, but not many.

It’s a ‘long time’ in terms of our technology, too. We’ve been developing new tools fast, including ones we use to chat with each other.

Stepping back a bit, a hundred years barely registers:

I’ve said that before. (September 8, 2017; December 16, 2016)


“Are We Alone?”


(From Science Examiner, used w/o permission.)
(A standard-issue space alien. Familiar, entertaining, and not particularly probable.)

Mind Bending ‘Zoo Theory’ on existence of Aliens stun scientists
Ron Miller, Science Examiner (January 1, 2018)

“Are we alone? Do aliens exist? Search for extraterrestrial life got a massive boost in 2017, and some people claimed to spot alien creatures and UFOs to prove the existence of alien life. However, no better proof one can give except by presenting the alien body itself.

“Meanwhile, a radio astronomer at MIT believes that aliens do exist and for some reasons they are hiding from us. John A. Ball….”

I ran into several articles like this New Year’s Day. This one is comparatively calm — and gave names: MIT and John A. Ball.

A quick search led me to the abstract of a paper that was, in fact, about extraterrestrial intelligence: written in 2004. It was based on lectures given from 1980 to 1985.

Dr. Ball’s paper is serious if speculative science, not the usual ‘space alien’ stuff.1

A little more checking led me to other papers Dr. Ball wrote for the MIT Haystack observatory. They’re less ‘newsworthy,’ but look like nice reads on radio astronomy topics.

On the off chance that Science Examiner had noticed something most scientists had missed, I read Dr. Ball’s paper. The abstract, actually.

Whether or not it’s “mind bending” would most likely depend on whose mind we’re talking about. I suppose a few scientists might be ‘stunned’ by what Dr. Ball wrote.

Fermi’s Paradox and a New Publication

Maybe, if they’d specialized in something other than astronomy and related fields.

And hadn’t read anything not directly related to their chosen focus since 1979.

And had never run across discussions of Fermi’s paradox. (September 18, 2016)

Fermi’s paradox popped up in 1950 while the scientist was working at Los Alamos National Laboratory. He wasn’t the first to raise the ‘where is everybody’ question. Maybe it’s named after him because he’s famous for other things.

On the other hand, I hadn’t run into Science Examiner before. There’s so much getting published, it’s arguably impossible for one person to keep up with everything, unless you narrow the focus a lot.

Like many outfits, Science Examiner has an About page. It’s got the usual Mission Statement, Terms and Policies, and contact information.

Turns out they’re headquartered in New York City, and a relatively new publication: “It was a group of journalists who brought up Science Examiner into existence [!] in 2016.”

That, to me, explains a lot.

Good Intentions

I have some respect for journalists who take the time to at least get a story’s background by using Google. Or some other fast, easy and free online search service.

But I’ve learned to expect familiarity with esoteric topics like science and religion from only a few.

Based on what I keep running into, I’m pretty sure the Science Examiner bunch are trying to provide an “honest platform,” with “straight access to “most reliable and out-and-out information and sources….”

They did, after all, give Dr. Ball’s name and where he works.

But I get the impression that these Big Apple journalists are like many of their colleagues: earnest, professional, and somewhat limited in their perspective.

My experience has been that news services are pretty good at reporting some things: like sports events.

Maybe that’s because so many of their readers avidly follow sports news, and have at least a vague knowledge of the topic. Editors may realize that they must get at least a few of the facts right when covering sporting events.

Think about it. Have you ever seen an editorial discussing the quality of this year’s home runs compared to the number of women employed by the NFL? Or speculation about why jockeys in the Super Bowl weren’t wearing feed bags?


Alien Life: What If?


(From Monica Akhtar/The Washington Post, used w/o permission.)
(“Psychologists at Arizona State University studied how humans are likely to respond to the discovery of alien microbes.”
(The Washington Post))

How will humanity react to alien life? Psychologists have some predictions.
Ben Guarino, Speaking of Science, Washington Post (December 4, 2017)

“Germs stuck to the outside of the International Space Station are not from around here, cosmonaut Anton Shkaplerov said in an interview last week with Russian state-owned news service Tass. Microbes ‘have come from outer space and settled along the external surface,’ Shkaplerov said. ‘They are being studied so far, and it seems that they pose no danger.’ Russia’s space agency, Roscosmos, has not weighed in on this extraordinary claim.

“The odds are not on the side of aliens. If microorganisms are tucked away within the space station hull’s crannies, as Shkaplerov says, they probably hitchhiked the 250 miles from our planet’s surface.

“But imagine if scientists found alien microbes. How would humanity react to the news?…”

My guess is that the microbes are real — and from Earth. If they’re live and active, I’d be curious about what they’re ‘eating.’ And if they’ve been there long enough, how they’re adapting to their environment.

Another point, if the microbes started on Earth. If they weren’t carried to the ISS by one of the cargo or passenger runs, and we can show how it’s done, it’ll give weight to the panspermia model. (March 17, 2017)

Anaxagoras wrote about panspermia, the idea that live on Earth started elsewhere.

Someone else may have thought of it first, but what he said is the earliest mention I know of. That was around the time of the Cleisthenes reforms and Naxos rebellion. Meanwhile, Confucius was learning about practical applications of his ideals.

Panspermia might help explain how life got started on Earth and other worlds. But it wouldn’t help us how life began: the mechanics, I mean. Not the “why” questions.

And that’s yet again another topic.

Assumptions

I’ve read and heard — various — attitudes and assumptions about how folks would react if we learned that life exists elsewhere. Some were, I think reasonable.

More accurately, they matched how I think at least some folks would take the news.2

I’ve learned that different folks have vastly different notions of what’s likely and what isn’t.

Aliens Are Monitoring Our Nukes, Worry Ex-Air Force Officers
Fox News (September 23, 2010)
“Captain Robert Salas was on duty in Montana in 1967 when a UFO shut down the nuclear missiles on his base. And he’s hardly the only one to make such a claim….”

Earth 2.0: Bad News for God
Jeff Schweitzer, Huffington Post (July 23, 2015)
“…Let us be clear that the Bible is unambiguous about creation: the earth is the center of the universe, only humans were made in the image of god, and all life was created in six days. All life in all the heavens. In six days….”

Captain Salas and Jeff Schweitzer may be sincere. But I’m pretty sure that they’re wrong. Happily, some folks apparently realize that Christians aren’t all Bible-thumping neophobes. And that humans aren’t all alike. (September 16, 2016)

About concerns that space aliens are keeping close track of our weapons tech — excuse me while I rant. Or put that scenario in perspective. I’ll let you decide which.

Threat From Boogabooga!

Let’s say that there’s an island called Boogabooga. It’s so far off the beaten track that the folks living there don’t even have satellite television.

A military reconnaissance team from the Pentagon flew over Boogabooga’s larger centers of activity during World War II.

Outsiders haven’t been there since.

A second flyover didn’t happen. The paperwork was misfiled back in 1945.

An assistant clerk’s intern spotted the report while digitizing post-war documents.

An officer overseeing low-priority matters decided another flyover would make a good training exercise.

Now let’s say we’re at a meeting of top brass of the United States armed forces in the Pentagon. And that they’re a bit like Captain Salas.

They’re tensely awaiting a report from Project Boogabooga, a black operation started when trainees returned with high-resolution images of Boogabooga.

Captain Smith, head of Project Boogabooga, stumbles into the room: ashen-faced, the report clutched in his hand. “Our worst fears are realized” he gasps. “The boogaboogans not only have flint tools: They have BOWS AND ARROWS!!

Make no mistake: the bow and arrow is a deadly weapon. Particularly if flint arrowheads are used. Those Boogaboogans are a potential threat to anybody landing on their island.

Boogabooga and the Big Apple

If Boogaboogans decided to invade New York City, there’s a good chance that they might get on local news that day.

Maybe even national. New York is one of America’s major cities.

An invading force trying to establish a beachhead on Brooklyn’s Manhattan Beach could easily get noticed by everyone from New York Post reporters to the U.S. military.

And, of course, anyone on the beach. I think they’d be well-advised to get off the beach before sharing pictures they’d taken. Remember: the Boogaboogans are armed invaders.

On the other hand, flint warheads on arrows probably wouldn’t strain the defensive capabilities of the armed forces.

Even if the Boogaboogans had advanced to the next level and had composite bows, my guess is that a moderately-well-trained SWAT team could deal with them. If they weren’t already in custody at the local precinct station when SWAT arrived.

The Boogaboogans might be lucky if they encountered police or the armed forces: instead of tangling with a street gang or meeting rush-hour traffic on an expressway.

The point of that ‘Boogabooga Threat’ silliness is that cutting-edge tech of one era may not be quite as impressive after a million or so years go by. I’ll get back to that.

Not Boogaboogans: how I see SETI and what we might expect.

Interplanetary Initiative and Averages

“Alien life” in Ben Guarino’s article — I’m back to The Washington Post piece — might be anything from Frank R. Paul’s Martian to, more likely, microbes.

Folks would, obviously, react to discovering any unambiguously-alien critters.

We react to pretty much anything: finding that we’re one sock short after washing day, getting an unexpected gift, backing into a hot stove. You get the idea.

How we react, on average, to familiar stuff isn’t a big mystery. Unfamiliar stuff is another matter.

So are individual responses. Some folks are pretty close to “average,” at least in one or two categories. But I don’t think the “average American” really exists, except in statistical reports. Much less “average human.”

Ben Guarino’s article looks at what psychologists with Interplanetary Initiative think. An outfit with that sort of name might be almost anything.

The British Interplanetary Society, BIS, formed in 1933. They were, and are, folks who think spaceflight is a good idea. They’ve been applying current engineering and science to the ‘how do we get there’ questions for about eight and a half decades.

Then there’s the International Flying Saucer Bureau. One of their bulletins inspired Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft, a Carpenters song. Someone put a recording of the 1977 song on YouTube.

Flying saucer clubs were more common, or easier to see at any rate, than serious spaceflight societies in my youth.

Interplanetary Initiative looks like an academic version of BIS:

If their self-description is reasonably accurate, they’re being sensible. They say they’re looking for folks who like the unknown, know how to “ask good questions” and accept pursuits that progress in small steps.

If I’d run into more academics like that, I might have stayed in academia. And that’s still another topic.

Seeing Potential, not Peril

Psychologists have learned a thing or three in the last few decades, so I wasn’t expecting dire predictions of torch-wielding mobs or mass hysteria.

Don’t laugh. Experts on the Robertson Panel came up with that gem in 1953.

A 2011 opinion poll showed that about 25% of Americans figured folks would panic.

I’m pretty sure they were thinking other Americans would panic. Folks who weren’t as savvy as themselves. My guess is that most folks think they’re more level-headed than average. Smarter, too. Above average. Like Keillor’s Lake Wobegon.

I think experts have opinions, and that opinion polls show what folks responding to opinion polls said. Sometimes the results of both are somewhat accurate.

If the experts knew what they were talking about, and the pollsters bothered taking selection bias and all the rest into account.

On the other hand, I had no idea what this particular bunch of experts would come up with. Or how they reached their conclusions.

It’s been a more-than-usually interesting week for me, so I haven’t done more than read that Washington Post article and the Interplanetary Initiative paper’s abstract.

I plan to get back to it — later. The I. I. paper, that is. What “later” is depends partly on what happens next week. I’ll probably talk about that in the Sunday post.

Reading what the Interplanetary Initiative folks said should be worthwhile. These psychologists used what we’re learning about gathering and evaluating data.

They say they’re the first to use empirical research to study how folks might react to discovering life from another world.

Their results make a great deal more sense to me than most of what I’ve seen to date. But like I said before, maybe that’s because their results aren’t far from what I’d expect.

Basically, they figure most Americans would react positively to learning there is life on another world. And that we’d be more likely to see potential rewards from the knowledge, than fear possible threats.

“Life” in this case is any living organism. People who aren’t human would be a step up from that, at least.

They also made this remarkable statement:

“…However, it is worth noting that our samples were restricted to US respondents, and, given the fact that Americans differ from many other populations on a slew of psychological tendencies (Henrich, Heine, & Norenzayan, 2010), we suggest caution in generalizing the present findings beyond the US.
(Kwon, Bercovici, Cunningham, Varnum)

I don’t think “different” means better or worse: just different.

I wouldn’t be surprised if most Americans are generally more upbeat about possibilities, compared to world averages.

The vast majority of us are descendants of folks who came here from elsewhere. Recently.

Some may have had little choice. My guess is that many thought that crossing one this planet’s oceans and settling in another country was worth the risk. And had the drive and energy to get here. That sounds like optimism to me, among other qualities.

I’m guessing that assorted doomsayers, crepehangers and purveyors of gloom get more attention; but are a noisy minority.

Or know a good marketing opportunity when they see it. Think about it. “Working for a Slightly Better Future” isn’t nearly as attention-grabbing as “We’re All Gonna Die!!!!!” (October 27, 2017; May 26, 2017; December 11, 2016)

That’s my ‘science’ news for the week: one each of the journalistic and scientific varieties. Now I’ll have some fun with my own speculations.


What About First Contact?

I’d be astonished if a spacecraft from beyond the Solar System shows up next week, asks permission to orbit Earth’s moon, and gets it.

Then various voices on the ship start chatting with whoever will send a message.

In syntactically-perfect English, Mandarin, or Hindi, depending on which language the human uses. Their Urdu isn’t quite right, but is understandable.

I’d be even more astonished one of their landers touched down in the Sahara, and someone looking like Michael Rennie or Chris Hemsworth stepped out. I don’t think that the standard-issue space alien from Science Examiner is any more likely.

That’s mainly because they look almost exactly like humanity’s current model. Folks with northwestern European ancestry in the first two cases, a reasonable facsimile of a human infant in the other.

That last isn’t my idea. Comparing the popular ‘space alien’ face to human infants showed up in an article about our visual cortex, image processing, and templates. I tried looking it up recently. Maybe it hasn’t been digitized yet. Or fell through the cracks.

Or maybe THEY suppressed THE TRUTH.

No, I don’t think so. Conspiracy theories can make good stories, but don’t hold up to examination. My experience. (August 11, 2017; July 21, 2017; December 23, 2016)

Mr. Chuckles Returns

‘Alien conspiracy’ tales were popular a few decades back. At least in some genres.

I haven’t run into many tales with what I think is a more plausible premise. Slightly more plausible.

A few authors took the usual ‘galactic federation’ idea, adding a dash of plausibility.

In their scenarios, the alien ambassador doesn’t look quite human.

The federation’s anthropology/diplomacy folks picked a qualified professional from the species least unlike humanity. They’ve got the same number of eyes, almost the same body plan, and don’t need environment suits to survive on Earth.

The ambassador looks as reassuringly human as Mr. Chuckles there.

Not that I’d expect someone looking like that. I introduced him, briefly, about a year back. (December 23, 2016)

A few authors, and apparently even fewer scientists, have considered the possibility that people who aren’t human may not think like humans.

I’ve talked about that before, and will again. That’s almost inevitable, given my interests. (December 1, 2017; March 17, 2017)

Assuming that I get around to it.

Admiration: Part of our Job

I think we will definitely find life elsewhere in the universe. And eventually meet folks who came from another planet.

Or we will find life elsewhere in this galaxy during an equivalent of the Renaissance. Life planted by humans living in today’s future, an era nearly forgotten when folks start traveling again.

The discovery might be as important as Schliemann’s finding Troy. We might also meet “aliens:” descendants of humans who have been away from home a long time.

By then, folks in some of the wealthier or more ambitious cultures may be discussing whether and how to send probes to nearby galaxies.

Nonsense? Escapist fantasy? By some standards, yes. But I suspect folks who worked the bugs out of Oldowan tools might have seen today’s discussions of returning to Earth’s moon about the same way. (February 3, 2017)

As to whether or not we’re alone? At this moment, we don’t know. But we’re learning.

Either way, it’s not up to me: or any combination of experts.

This universe is God’s project. Part of our job is admiring and studying it. (Genesis 1:12:3; Wisdom 11:22; Sirach 17:114; Catechism of the Catholic Church, 283, 341, 2293)

Not, I am quite sure, telling God how it should work.

More of how I see life, the universe, and being human:


1 Extraterrestrial intelligence, the usual weirdness and some serious science:

2 Real hypothetical science. Also speculation:

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Presenting the Holy Family

Today’s official name is the Feast of the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

That’s a mouthful, so folks around here generally call it Holy Family Sunday.

We don’t see much of the Holy Family in the Gospels, or anywhere else in the Bible. Luke 2:2240 — The Presentation in the Temple1 — is one of the exceptions.

It’s today’s Gospel reading. The others are Sirach 2:26; and Colossians 3:1221.

There’s a lot to say about all three, but I’ll leave nearly all of that for another day. Just the first two verses from Luke are more than enough for a post:

“When the days were completed for their purification according to the law of Moses, they took him up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord,
“just as it is written in the law of the Lord, ‘Every male that opens the womb shall be consecrated to the Lord,'”
(Luke 2:2223)

Sinners and Jesus

Jesus would be rankling the Scribes and Pharisees a few decades later. They accused him of breaking Mosaic law a few times.

I suspect our Lord’s distressing habit of treating “sinners” like people also rankled, adding to their ire.

I’ve talked about the woman caught committing adultery before, and what happened when Jesus reminded the ‘righteous’ folks that their rap sheets weren’t blank.

Reminders that sin can be forgiven still irks pillars of propriety. Sins they haven’t committed, or been caught committing, anyway. And that’s another topic. (April 23, 2017; November 21, 2016; October 23, 2016)

The point of that digression is that Jesus had been following Mosaic law.

No surprises there. Today’s Gospel shows his folks taking him to the temple because the law said they should.

Our Lord also talked about what the law means:

“He said to him, ‘You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.
“This is the greatest and the first commandment.
“The second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments.'”
(Matthew 22:3840)

Truth and Insomnia

I keep saying this — faith is willingly and consciously embracing “the whole truth that God has revealed.” (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 142150)

I think following the rules is important.

So is knowing what they mean: why I should read the Bible, go to Mass, and try to act like God and love matter.

At this point I’d generally start talking about the Presentation, Mosaic law, and how the way we understand reality changes as we learn more.

That’s not going to happen this week.

I’ve had maybe one or two close approximations to a full and uninterrupted night’s sleep this month, and it’s catching up with me.

Caught, actually.

I’ve been concentrating more and accomplishing less. More accurately, I’ve been making more typos than usual. Lots more. And tracking down information is taking longer.

Limited Knowledge

I’m not overly-concerned, since I know why I’m not sleeping much. And often not sleeping very long when I do manage to drop off.

Know about it, anyway.

I had an extremely unpleasant experience during the Christmas season when I was 12. I can’t remember it, or a sizable block of time around it, but know what happened.

The ‘down’ side is that decades of major depression and PTSD started then.

The ‘up’ side is that I learned how to stay moderately functional anyway.

That got much easier when my wife told me I should see a psychiatrist. That was about 11 years back. He stopped me before I’d finished listing disagreeable circumstances I’d been dealing with. Let’s face it, I’m a mess. (December 17, 2017; March 19, 2017)

Basically, this post is going to be shorter than most I write. That wouldn’t take much, and that’s yet another topic.

Holy Family, not ’50s Family

All three readings today were written more than a millennium before “Leave it Beaver” first aired. Humans haven’t changed much since then, but our cultures have.

Folks living near the eastern Mediterranean two millennia and more back used different customs and followed different rules.

Their families weren’t organized like suburban American families in the 1950s, or my family in the early 21st century.

The way of life reflected by the fictional Cleavers wasn’t wrong. And I don’t fear that my family is vexing God by not trying to herd sheep or grow figs.

Central Minnesota’s climate accounts for some differences.

But mostly it’s because we keep developing new technology — along with new social and political structures.

Change happens, and that’s a good thing. (June 4, 2017; February 5, 2017)

Living with Change

I’m quite sure that the basic unit of human societies will be the family when New Year’s Day, 4035, dawns.

I’m also certain that families won’t work exactly the way they do now.

That’s okay.

It’s also inevitable.

This universe keeps changing. That’s also okay. Magnificent as it is, it’s part of a much larger reality. And a temporary part, at that.

“The universe is transformation: life is opinion.”
(“Meditations,” Book IV, Marcus Aurelius (c. 161-180 AD))

“There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every affair under the heavens.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:1 (c. 5th-2nd century BC))

“Everything changes and nothing stands still.”
(Heraclitus (c. 535 BC-475 BC))

“Raise your eyes to the heavens, look at the earth below; Though the heavens vanish like smoke, the earth wear out like a garment and its inhabitants die like flies, My salvation shall remain forever and my victory shall always be firm.”
(Isaiah 51:6 (c. 700 BC))

I’ve said that before, and most likely will again. (August 4, 2017)

‘The future’ won’t be just like today, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be all that different. Not the basics.

Nostalgia seems to be part of human nature; and harmless as long as we don’t let it get out of hand.

Given what we know of how folks view change today and in days gone by, reactions to what’s happening as 4035 ends will be mixed.

I’m pretty sure that some folks won’t like what’s happened since those wonderful days of yore — in the 4020s. Like the song says, these are the “good old days.” Fond memories of youth are okay. Trying desperately to drag the rest of us back, not so much.

Others will be like me: aware that the present isn’t perfect, and profoundly glad that we can’t go back and learn why we left the “good old days” behind.

I remember when some folks acted as if they’d read Ephesians 5:22, but not Ephesians 5:2130.

Some still do, but they’re not often taken seriously. And they certainly don’t have much influence on American society.

I don’t miss the ‘good old days.’

Recognizing that men aren’t women and women aren’t men is one thing. Imagining that ‘she’s smart as a man’ is a compliment doesn’t make sense. Neither does assuming that girls shouldn’t take shop class.

My father-in-law got an anxious call from the school when one my wife’s sisters was a teen. Replying to ‘do you know that your daughter wants to take shop?’ he said “So? Let her!” These days, it’s my wife and son who have and use the power tools.

I was going somewhere with that. What was it? Holy Family, insomnia, 50s sitcoms. Right.

Men and women have equal dignity. I’m expected to love my wife as Jesus loved the Church. (Catechism, 16011617, 23312336)

There’s more. Much more. But that’s all I have time or wit for today.

I’ve talked about some of it before, more or less:


1 Pope Francis, about the Presentation:

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