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This should come as a surprise to no one who knows me well: I’m an “I”.
I = Introvert. Given the choice, you’ll devote your social energy to the people you care about most, preferring a glass of wine with a close friend to a party full of strangers. You think before you speak, and relish solitude. You feel energized when focusing deeply on a subject or activity that really interests you. You have an active inner life, and are at your best when you tap into its riches.
How do I know this? Well, I’ve always known it, but I took a little quiz this morning after reading an interview with Susan Cain. She has just authored her first book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, published just this month. It looks like an interesting book thought I haven’t had the chance to look at it yet and there is no table of contents listed at Amazon or elsewhere. So I find myself wondering as she appears to favor the Eastern traditions of introversion while contrasting it with the West: has she never heard of the Christian monastic traditions of the West? Had she researched Ignatian spirituality at all? Or, like so many other authors I’ve seen promoted lately, does she twist herself into a pretzel in order to avoid Christian tradition and look anywhere at anything to fill that void? I am interested in the book and will probably take a look at it at some point.
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All That Remains is a documentary/docu-drama that is currently in production. I became aware of it last fall and is the first film project to which I have ever contributed financially. I was vaguely familiar with the story of Takashi Nagai having read portions of his book The Bells of Nagasaki and looked through A Song For Nagasaki by Fr. Paul Glynn after it was published by Ignatius Press. It was on my Amazon wish list for a long time and once I got a Kindle for Christmas it now resides there, awaiting me.
. . . on one sunny, August morning in 1945, everything vanishes in a blinding flash of light, and the world is turned into a burning inferno. The second atomic bomb to be used in warfare has just exploded over Nagasaki. Midori (his beloved wife) is one of the estimated 80,000 souls killed instantly.
Now the scientist is forced to turn to God, as he must become a father and a teacher, not just to his two young children, but to an orphaned nation, sick and debilitated by war.
It would be his faith that would guide him back to Atom bombed Nagasaki, and it would be this faith that would inspire him to stay there and help rebuild a city from rubble and ash.
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Behold, one of the most beautiful churches you’ll ever see. It is the Church of Peace in Świdnicki. It belongs to the Lutheran Church in Poland. Be sure to do a complete 360 look around at this marvelous structure, and don’t forget to “look” straight up!
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If you were a member of the media, and you knew that on one day hundreds of thousands of people were gathering in the nation’s capital, fifty thousand more in California, and so on all over the country in order to protest something that claimed 4,000 American lives per day (1,876 of which are African-Americans) at a rate of a death every two minutes each and every day: wouldn’t you cover that?
Not if you’re a part of the media establishment that long ago lost any trace of objectivity.
(Oh yeah, and there was a record turnout in Paris this year, too. Oh well. Yawn.)
Didn’t Time magazine just name The Protester as its Person of the Year a month ago? What’s that you say? Some protests are more equal than others? Gotcha. In that case, here are some suggestions for next year’s Pro Life March:
- Provide free feces and urine for throwing.
- Rename yourselves Occupy Life. Or Occupy the Mall. Best yet try Occupy the Womb. That’ll really fire up the chattering classes.
- Expunge your bowels on the side of a police car.
- Engage in rampant drug use.
- Up twinkles, down twinkles.
- Get in the faces of the police and do whatever you can to get them to harass you, even throwing yourself in front of a slow moving motorcycle, collapsing in mock pain and writhe around on the ground for awhile.
- Wear bandanas over your faces.
- Demand that the government forgive all of your student debt since it’s contributing to the economic woes by participating and advocating the killing of millions of future taxpayers, or something.
- Litter. A lot.
- Get arrested.
- Chant. No, not Gregorian chant. I mean chant inane holdover mantras from the hippy movements of the ‘60s. If that fails scream “The world is watching” and “This is what democracy looks like.” No, it doesn’t make sense, but then it didn’t for the OWS movement either and it got them on the news.
- Form a drum circle.
By doing all of the above the media would be calling it a huge peaceful protest that all Americans must embrace. Right?
Of course I’m being ridiculous to make my point. I know several high school and college aged young adults who traveled to DC last week. I will be peacefully marching along side many of them this weekend here in Lincoln when we hold our local March For Life. And I know, media, I know. There should be no government involvement in our personal lives. Just remember that next time you’re advocating a government ban on Happy Meals, promoting the banning of salt in NYC, or reporting on child obesity. Can’t have the government telling us how to live our lives now, can we?
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After all of that I feel like I owe you a palate cleanser. And in that spirit have a wonderful week, sweet peeps.