A part of the reason for having this website was to ‘blog’ about things political, social, spiritual, and even inane.
There is no day in my life that doesn’t offer some insight on life. None. Yet, I become preoccupied with matters of little importance and allow those insights to fade away. That is true even when I am resolved to share whatever strikes me as interesting or meaningful . . . I fail. This morning I am resolved to better discipline myself to write a blog every week and do so without making mention on Facebook or through Twitter. Linkedin or emails to friends. I’ll just put something out there and, if there is a response of any kind to what I have to say (be it positive or negative) I’ll get a sense of whether I’ve touched someone in some way. In order to accomplish what I hope to do I’ll start of a list of potential topics and check them off as I ‘have my say’.
This morning after Mass, Father Nick offered a mini-seminar on the messages from ‘Our Lady of Fatima’. His remarks were well researched and very profound. I had always thought that Mary’s intentions were portents or new revelations on things to come. I learned, however, that her messages to the three little girls on four separate occasions were affirmations of what Jesus had already said in the Gospels. As much as it strikes me with fear, there is a hell! And, contrary to what I thought, God’s mercy is not all-inclusive–mercy required a corresponding repentance. Further, as Catholics or Christians of any denomination, we are compelled to share our faith with others. Courage to do so requires risks that most of us find too difficult to do; especially in our secular world of today. It’s not politically correct these days to expound on our religious beliefs . . . especially if they are offensive to some of those who are dearest to us. I am not a ‘courageous’ or confrontational person. Even now I hide behind a ‘blog’ that few will read without my announcing it through social media.
Truth be told, I even tone down my characterization of Father Mickey in my novels so as not to be offensive to those readers who do not want to be preached to. My fictional priest, like me, does not go to extremes to convert non-believers. He does pray–and prays often. Even his prayers, as sincere as I can make them, are rarely offensive to those who aren’t really ‘into’ religion.
Another matter that I tend to keep to myself are my political convictions. Rarely do I debate or espouse my views for some innate fear of causing discomfort for my friends or, worse, ostracism from others. I remember one day when I was signing books at a Hibbing venue when three elderly women stopped at my table. One of the women told her friends, “Don’t read any of his stuff . . . he’s a republican!” Lesson for me, only in Hibbing (whether the ‘accusation’ be accurate or not) would political persuasion make much difference. Unless, of course, the story’s objective was political or–in the case of Father Mickey– religious.
Don’t let me forget to do my next blog.

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