Saturday, October 29, 2016
Restored To Sanity
I lack sanity. Here is the episode. I walked into the dining room of our San Francisco rectory. I open the refrigerator. The light is off. My first thought is that the electricity is OK. I need do nothing. This is because I don't want to be bothered. I look around. The toaster does not work. The Keurig coffee maker does not work. Now I move into disaster mode. All the food will go bad. I will get sick. I try to reboot electricity. I fail. Now I am worthless. I am stupid. Next, why doesn't someone who lives here all the time come and fix this so that I don't get sick? Someone comes. He is unaware of the problem. Why is he unaware. He should be more omniscient. I storm out to go to meet people who will pray together. At the prayer meting, the light goes on. I confess to the group that I am whinny, an idiot, immature, insane, fearful and resentful. No one disagrees. I think I need new friends. God heal me.