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A gift or a given
Gratitude changes everything
April 19, 2025
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Good afternoon Digital Neighbors, ADD Irregulars, WSN Niche’ Curators and Crusty Curmudgeons & Curmudgeonettas!!!  It will be so good to be back at home with you here at @ Padre’s.  You have been missed over these days of Lent. While I was absent from the community, you were all in my prayers. I have lurked on the fringes to check in on the community a few times throughout Lent, but other than the one post I have done a good job abstaining from the daily flow of on-line life.    I was not completely away from the internet during these days, I chose to partake of Megan Kelly’s morning update and Victor Davis Hanson’s Daily Signal to keep minimally aware of things.  I also had news from 1440 and the Loop in my e-mail to keep me from being brainwashed by the Huffington Post which is the news provider for AOL. But 10 to 20 minutes of news as opposed to an hour, or more was a major change for me.   All in all being away from constant saturation in the news and current events were a net positive.  I missed our morning chats, but I have not missed the intrusive nature and preoccupation with news and current events that was becoming my norm prior to Lent.

            Do I still care about current events and news? Of course, but I am hoping that this period of fasting and abstaining from the “sky is falling” nature of the news will help me moderate it more in my future consumption and conversation.  It is hard to find the balance between being informed & engaged without being consumed and mired in the news. The culturally compromised have nothing more meaningful to talk about than news and politics.  I am thankful that while we at times have a heavy vibe of news, politics and current events at Padre’s, especially after coming off of a national election, that is not all we discuss or share here. I am so very thankful for our humor and varied interests and hobbies we share.  I am looking forward to more moderation with politics and news as I move further away from the election.  I still have no expectations when it comes to our posts and conversations, but the day-to-day stuff of our lives as digital neighbors matters as much if not more than whatever good articles or news events we might share.  That is just my reflection of abstaining from the past norm, I have no idea what the new norm will look like, but I have hopes of it being more personal and expansive than it was prior to Lent.

But, my main intent with this first post of Easter is about the most fundamental awareness regarding life.  Life is either a gift or a given. How we live in that awareness makes all the difference.  I knew it before Lent, but more silence, prayer and reading have doubled down on that awareness and further enriched it for me.  It is something I strive to remember and abide in each day. It is too easy to forget when I get overwhelmed by the present moment.  Life as a gift is the farthest thing from a pollyannish look at life.  Life as a gift still has all the trials, sorrows and disappointments that any life would have. Life as a gift comes with fundamental and foundational points that anchor me to reality as I experience it.

1.    If life is a gift, I believe there is a Giver.

2.    From as far as I can tell, much of my life and goodness is unmerited.

3.    Since the Giver has blessed me so, how can I not respond with gratitude?

4.    Upon seeking the Giver, I believe that oddly enough He has chosen to communicate to a particular people (the Jews) at a particular time culminating in the sending of His Word, Jesus Christ.

5.    The story of Christ is not something I passively review and reflect upon, but something I am actively invited to experience and embrace.

6.    I don’t know how the Giver calls everyone else, but I know how He called me, and how I arrived where I am. I wouldn’t boast of 100% clarity, but rather 90% trust in Him.  The last 10% is still being worked out it as the Giver tries His best to make me the Tom He created me to be.

7.    I am so profoundly thankful that the Giver and His Son called me to priesthood, may daily life is built upon gratitude/thanksgiving, the Eucharist.  Celebrating Jesus as Immanuel in the Sacrament is what my life is all about, everything else flows from that.

I look forward to catching up with all of you tomorrow morning and in the days to come. I will be sharing the morning invites with our neighbors at Rubin Report and Phetasy in the hopes that some of them might want to pop in on Padre’s or our Coffee Talks & Speakeasies to see what it is about and connect with the same wonderful souls I have met since joining Locals.  See you in the morning my dear friends.

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One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”

So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat.  When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry.  One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury.  I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved.  Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”

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