Harder than last year. Temps stay below 32F most of the time. This time last year I was able to turn off my electric heat most of the day, especially if I knew I would be out.
But I do have to make that judgement, you see. What you say about numbers would tally with ratio in Halifax, depending on population, and the fact Americans tend to be most serious about religion in daily and professional life. Watching the political give and take right now, I am appalled that faith is held to ransom for votes.
I do my best to stay abreast of basic questions in apologetics, since when I was younger, many of the questions about my spirituality as a Catholic were agenda driven, mainly by people I met and helped guide me through university life. I seemed to be an easy target. I wasn’t, because I found attending Mass and later, a Rosary Circle, gave me a good foundation for the answers needed. Instead, my friends and I in the bible study group eventually agreed to disagree and remain cordial.
And, while I have run into brick walls in puzzling out my faith over the years, I always come back to Mass. My friends in the other churches, many converted Catholics, tell me maybe God is telling me something else, but I have been able to develop a discerning voice which keeps me on the right path. God’s voice, which is seldom heard, and then only within the context of the moment, and my own wants and needs. I don’t confuse or conflate the two. I read and listened to much by Jean Vanier and Henri Nouwen. At the same time, dealing with my ex-wife’s own needs as a non-verbal quadriplaegic because of cerebral palsy, gave me much insight into what is miraculous and what is simple and natural. Too many find God’s miracles in the smallest reasons, but a miracle is a particular and special thing, and we can’t just claim them as our own, as there are perfectly good explanations if you study what is happening–Fatima vs. Medjugorge, for example.
For me, the Eucharist is the primary manifestation of God on earth, the greatest and probably most common if still miraculous thing. Protestants lack the vision to see this; I should say lack the Holy Spirit, but I will admit that some, a very few, from time to time really develop the discernment to see the Spirit’s work in their own lives. I heard lots of talk among my evangelical friends about the Spirit and its work, but only saw the evidence occasionally. They had a commitment when it came to preaching, teaching, babbling in tongues (a legitimate charism which is now misused and abused as evidence when there is none); however, they took no real pleasure in being asked “Would you give up everything for Christ?” An initial “Oh yes,” turns to “but … but it shouldn’t be taken literally,” when it’s put to them that they now sign over all their goods and chattels and become Franciscan’s, for example. That’s the kind of commitment I find lacks in evangelical Christians. Jean Vanier, a Canadian naval officer, gave up everything to care for the mentally disabled at L’Arche, in France, which now has over 150 communities, give or take, worldwide. I married Penny knowing exactly what I was doing and why, but we were forced apart eventually by her parents and Social Services.
Now, I’m almost content–frustration is always an inevitability–to live on the $865.00 (CAD) from SS, and the $40.00 my family sends. For me, a one bedroom apartment at $400.00/m that hasn’t been raised since I moved in almost ten years ago is a true miracle, but also a simple thing. I eat better than most because I know how to buy, and then cook, two things that don’t necessarily go together. In a real way, you can say I do have nothing compared to most; I’m grateful that having a mild cerebral palsy, I can walk, talk, argue, type (learned that in grade 10 but flunked since I couldn’t develop speed). I try as much as I can to follow Vanier and Nouwen’s understanding of the gospels–read them if you haven’t–since they speak with a background in care and social development of disabled people.
This is much too long, so I will stop here, and if any want to hear more, I will gladly tell them privately, and perhaps we could pray a virtual rosary together. Must go and make dough for strawberry tarts. Oh, by the way, I may live in Halifax, but I’m Cape Bretoner, eh, 'bye? God’s gift to the rest of humanity.
www.virtualrosary.org/dload.php