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Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Rosary: JK, Interrupted

I was too tired to do the last three decades last night, so I did them this morning. During the fourth mystery, I wanted to break someone's face. How fitting that the fourth Sorrowful Mystery is the carrying of the cross. The cross I carry is the heart-burden that someone is being unjust and unfair to someone close to me, and I can't really do anything about it.

I have a friend named Douglas who once said, "Sometimes, men get angry when they should be sad, but they don't know how to be sad." That's right. I am really sad. I'm sad that people sometimes think unquestioned affirmation is the price of love. I'm sad when people who have the power to stand up and do better, to absolutely demand it, don't.

There is a little pride in here, too, for good or ill. I carry my name very proudly; if someone says I've failed to honor it, they'd better bring the goods. If they don't, they dishonor me, but everyone who carries it. It's a shame to think that my name would be used in the service of petty jealousies!

But then, Your Name O Lord, has been invoked for such things, and blasphemed, and you said, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Give me this heart, Lord.

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