Skip to main content
The mystery of contentment is this: There is no tomorrow. I am me today. God loves me today. I have what I need today. There is no denying what I want. There is no point in lying. But if I don't recognize the difference between what I want and what I need, I have no chance at joy.
For my part, I wanted to encourage one of my myriad pretty friends with this truth. I know it always comes back to women with me.
But in her case, a loss of self-confidence is completely unwarranted. She's beautiful, and funny, and interesting. The only explanation for this mind-boggling turn of events is Satan. And would she knock on the door of Holy Mother Church! What is this glut of beautiful Protestant women? What's going on over there? Anyway, I did my best to offer that gift I'm best at: encouragement.
In a sense, I really hate being that guy. Women don't love encouragers, it seems. They like "bad boys" or hipster weirdos these days. Someone, please prove me wrong.
If your Taco Truck of Love took a wrong turn, it's possible to go back again. Were you too hasty? Did you fail to see the exit? [Why would anyone look for love in a taco truck?--ed.] I don't know. Just go with it. I mean, no one would look for it in a taxi-cab, either, but one late-night ride, and WHAM!, your driver is Cindy Crawford. [That'd never happen.--ed.] Perhaps not. But a hopeful heart is not a bitter heart.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

My Thoughts On The Harrison Butker Commencement Speech

Update: I read the whole thing. I’m sorry, but what a weirdo. I thought you [Tom Darrow, of Denver, CO] made a trenchant case for why lockdowns are bad, and I definitely appreciated it. But a graduation speech is *not* the place for that. Secondly, this is an august event. It always is. I would never address the President of the United States in this manner. Never. Even the previous president, though he deserves it, if anyone does. Thirdly, the affirmations of Catholic identity should be more general. He has no authority to propound with specificity on all matters of great consequence. It has all the hallmarks of a culture war broadside, and again, a layman shouldn’t speak like this. The respect and reverence due the clergy is *always due,* even if they are weak, and outright wrong. We just don’t brush them aside like corrupt Mafia dons, to make a point. Fourthly, I don’t know where anyone gets the idea that the TLM is how God demands to be worshipped. The Church doesn’t teach that. ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Dear Alyse

 Today, you’re 35. Or at least you would be, in this place. You probably know this, but we’re OK. Not great, but OK. We know you wouldn’t want us moping around and weeping all the time. We try not to. Actually, I guess part of the problem is that you didn’t know how much we loved you. And that you didn’t know how to love yourself. I hope you have gotten to Love by now. Not a place, but fills everything in every way. I’m not Him, but he probably said, “Dear daughter/sister, you have been terribly hard on yourself. Rest now, and be at peace.” Anyway, teaching is going well, and I tell the kids all about you. They all say you are pretty. I usually can keep the boys from saying something gross for a few seconds. Mom and I are going to the game tonight. And like 6 more times, before I go back to South Carolina. I have seen Nicky twice, but I myself haven’t seen your younger kids. Bob took pictures of the day we said goodbye, and we did a family picture at the Abbey. I literally almost a...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Friend I Once Had, And The Dogmatic Principle

 I once had a friend, a dear friend, who helped me with personal care needs in college. Reformed Presbyterian to the core. When I was a Reformed Presbyterian, I visited their church many times. We were close. I still consider his siblings my friends. (And siblings in the Lord.) Nevertheless, when I began to consider the claims of the Catholic Church to be the Church Christ founded, he took me out to breakfast. He implied--but never quite stated--that we would not be brothers, if I sought full communion with the Catholic Church. That came true; a couple years later, I called him on his birthday, as I'd done every year for close to ten of them. He didn't recognize my number, and it was the most strained, awkward phone call I have ever had. We haven't spoken since. We were close enough that I attended the rehearsal dinner for his wedding. His wife's uncle is a Catholic priest. I remember reading a blog post of theirs, that early in their relationship, she told him of the p...
Post a Comment
Read more