Nooooo!

Ooo! They have it in blue!
Ooo! They have it in blue!

I admit it. I have a problem with food. Actually, it’s more of a love-hate relationship: I love to eat, and hate stopping. So over the course of time, I’ve gotten a little, uh, fluffy.

Oh, I exercise. There’s lots of stairs in my home, and then there’s yard work, oh, and taking the garbage to the end of the driveway on Fridays…and brushing my teeth—that’s great for developing your lats and upper core, or so I’m told.

[shifty-eyes] Ahem.

But hey, I’m not alone and that makes all of us fat and near-fat a thriving market. Where there’s a dollar to be made on other people’s misery, you can bet there’s an entrepreneur—probably some jerkass that does 10K runs on weekends when he’s not mountain climbing—ready to cash in, with some idiotic, overwrought and overpriced technology aimed at making the miserable less so. It’s soooo hi-tech, it’s gotta work, right?

Well, now there’s hope for the horizontally challenged: the HAPIfork. Get it? “Hapi.” Cute eh?

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Boston

I won’t spill more electrons on this tragedy except to reiterate that we live in a world at war. Nation against nation, man against nature, man against his own family, man against himself. Behind it all is the the fundamental war of evil against whatever is good. I’ve written before of my firm belief that there is one who wishes harm to God’s children and His creation. A true, spiritual force inimical to God’s loving plan.

What we must remember at times like this—and especially in this Easter season—is that the ultimate battle is won.  Though the whole world die, Evil will not prevail in the end. We must meet its every manifestation with good. We must resist with all our might, the tendency to despair and the whisperings of the devil who says that God is responsible for the wickedness men do.

I grant you that on this side of eternity, it doesn’t make any sense, but we must hold fast to our faith. We must cling the eternal meaning of the psalm,

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.¹

This is not a guarantee of a life without suffering. It is an assurance that you will never undergo anything alone, or unaided with grace from above. It is the assurance that when this life is at an end, you will rise to life eternal with your loving Father.

¹Ps 91:9-13 NIV

So When’s Camp?

[sigh] Basketball season is over—I don’t want to talk about it—but Saturday is the Spring Football Game. Woo…Yeah, I know, big deal.

But here’s another reason I love being a Spartan:

Some of these ladies might want to think about walking-on this fall! Congrats to Coach D and Mrs. Coach (she does all the work for this afterall)!

In Other News…

The "Look"
You best run boy!

“Ward? I’m worried about the Beaver.”

Yeah they’re all soft and cuddly, making cute little chuffing noises and squeaks, and then…bang! They’re on you with huge, slavering fangs rending you limb from limb…well, not really. They just bite you in the thigh apparently:

The man was on a fishing trip at Lake Shestakov in Belarus with two friends when they spotted the animal on the side of the road. He stopped so that he could take a picture but as he approached the beaver it pounced on him, biting him in the thigh.

I know it’s not funny. A man died. But I can’t help but think of this…

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Do You Pray for Your Priests?

The Roman Catholic Church has taken a good deal of heat over its handling of sexual abuse by priests and I believe rightly so. But what most people overlook in their analysis of the Church’s actions, is her duty to mix mercy with justice.

Before you start sending me nasty emails please listen: My position is that abusive priests—or anyone in positions of trust in our society—who have credible allegations made against them must be removed from their duties immediately, with no exceptions. If proven true, I further believe that they must never have the possibility of returning to such positions in the future, or any position where they might be tempted to the same sin. For the sake of those to whom they minister, and for their own sakes.

You see, there are three victims here: the abused, the Church, and the priest. The abused has been shattered in the most abject way. The Church is also weakened by injury to its members and a rupture in fellowship and justice. But so is the soul of the abuser. The Church therefore, as a good mother, must offer the hope of redemption to all these victims.

Do you suppose that the weight and horror of the their actions does not crush their spirit? I suppose there are some whose consciences are so seared that they cannot feel the enormity of their sin. However, I believe that, by and large, men become priests—and I am including all clergy here: Catholic, Orthodox, or Protestant ministers and pastors—because they have an inherent love of God and His people. Unfortunately, because they are on the front lines in the battle against real evil in this world, they are the most targeted by the devil and his angels.

Do not cluck your tongue and look askance when you hear of some poor soul who has lost the battle with his flesh. What they have done is wrong, and they will account for it before God, but they are not to be deprived of His love and mercy either. Instead pray for them. Lift them up before God because they have an enormous responsibility for your soul. YOU! Don’t you dare gossip and whisper. PRAY!

The thief on the cross justly deserved his punishment and he knew it. But he also knew that the One crucified next to him, had the power to make him clean again. So it is with our priests, pastors, and teachers. Pray for them because they bring the living God to YOU!

 

Curse of the Goat

goat
Owner of the Billy Goat and Friend
I forget which is which.

Now, y’all know I don’t give a skinny rat’s ass about baseball, but the weapons-grade lunacy that surrounds everything in Chicago is so fascinating that I can’t look away.

Yesterday afternoon an unidentified individual delivered a box containing a goat’s head to Wrigley Field, addressed to Cubs’ owner Tom Ricketts. I’ll spare you the bizarre back-story about the goat; you can read about it here.

This current goat-related kerfuffle seems to center around the Cub’s troubles getting much needed renovations to Wrigley underway. Anyone who has even driven by it knows the place is a dump. A powerful alderman who represents the residents around Wrigley, and the deep-pocketed “roof-top” owners who put him in office, don’t want the Ricketts family—ya know, the people who actually own the Cubs and the ballpark—to mess with their, ahem, golden goat.

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