miguel:
I feel an onset of depression coming on. I am in terrible shape right now, but it could be over in only minutes or days. I’m going to try to stay off these forums, in general, as much as possible until I get a grip. I love helping others but sometimes I can’t help myself. Some of you must have noticed changes in me, and have written me PMs that I apologize I haven’t even been all the way through.
Yes, “God making a point” is an excellent caption for the photo and that’s exactly what I intended it to be, as well as possible cathartic (is that the right word) options for those who wish to use it instead of wanting to bash their own sets.
For some reason I came to check this thread. I have a lot of regrets. I have a wonderful wife and six beautiful children and a good psychiatrist, so I have a great support system. I wish I still had a spiritual director. You all have been fantastic, and I apologize to those about whom I thought myself superior, which is probably more of you than I would like to admit. So many of you have so much class it’s wonderful.
I want to be nothing, in the contemplative sense. I’m overall very happy but I think I’m learning the teaching about when one demon goes out seven more sinister (and subtle it seems) come in to take their place. I have to do something different.
About the house, hopefully we will be able to move back in this month, but it’s not looking too promising. I’m not in a hurry because the air conditioner downstairs is broken and I don’t have the money to fix it.
BTW, to add to the symbology of “God making a point,” the house fire did happen to be on Good Friday. Catholics and non-Catholics friends and neighbors alike put us up for the night, literally gave us the coats off their backs, the shoes off their feet, and helped us in many other ways. Here’s some of what I’ve learned. Do not worry about tomorrow, what shall we wear, where shall we sleep. Some stuff can be replaced. Some cannot. Those things that cannot, I guess the Lord think I no longer need. Guess what? He’s right. One was my spiritual journal. Others were my favorite photos of my dad with my children. Now I can see the wisdom of pope JPII that he wanted his private papers burned. Those who want to keep them to try to mine “riches” out of them or help canonize him – I pray for them because I fear they may just totally misunderstand, and are looking for treasure in the wrong places – in a dead man’s dust bin. Of course I didn’t know the man personally, but somehow I wish he’d burned those things himself so we can quit trying to hang on to stuff. If he wanted to promulgate something, he could have done it.
When Christ told the rich boy to sell his possessions and give them to the poor, I don’t think he was talking about stewardship. I think he was talking about letting go of material things. Attachment to “stuff” has probably been a greater obstacle to me than nearly anything else, looking back at it from the tender young age of 46.
The house is being rebuilt better than it was before, and I thank State Farm for being so excellent, and the contractors. I have a whole lot of work to do. One of these days I’ll get photos of the rebuilding going on.
Meanwhile I might as well let y’all take a look at some of the rest of the fire damage.
As you might be able to tell, I have been a junk collector. I hate junk now. The problem I’ve having is that I actually feel so helpless to lose the “junk” of various sorts that, well, I need to work on that.
God bless, and if things go like I predict, I’ll get over this little bout in a few hours and then I will feel foolish for having posted this. Nevertheless, I am in sound enough mind I want it here because I believe it has a purpose. Do not pity me; I am as happy as I’ve ever been but I have some things to work out and without a spiritual director I don’t know whether I should fast from these forums or embrace them all the more. (My guess is it would be the latter if I could get away with it.
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Alan