Let’s NOT have a Party

Let’s NOT have a Party

First, a disclaimer about the picture.  It is not from this week, or even this year.  There’s snow outside right now, but not this much.  It does, however, depict pretty well how cold it has felt all this week, and how the weather folks predict it’s going to stay for the next five days or so.  BRRRR!  (shiver)!

So maybe it’s the winter blahs, or the cold-weather blues, but tonight I’m fighting the pull of having a party.  Not the fun kind . . . a Pity Party.  At first I thought “Naw, I can’t write about that; people will just think I’m out for attention.”  But the more I considered, I realized it’s likely a rather common feeling right now.  With Christmas and New Years behind us, several weeks of winter still ahead, and Valentines Day coming up next week, it’s primetime for a little non-tropical depression. If you’ve been in the greeting card aisle (or the candy section, or the holiday racks) of a store lately, maybe you’ve felt it too.  In looking for a sweet Valentine to send my parents or my grandchildren, all I seem to see are the perfect sentiments to send to someone who’s not here to receive them anymore.  And it hurts.  It hurts to the point that I have tried three times to complete this errand, only to leave empty handed from every trip.

So to give myself something to look forward to, I sent a message to the Son-of-my-House, offering to pick up the kids after school next Friday, in case he’d like to meet his sweetheart after work for a special dinner.  The grandkids and I could bake cookies, or watch a movie (Pirates!) or work a jigsaw puzzle together.  Maybe even defrock the Christmas tree . . . well.  We’ll see about that.

Perhaps you’re mourning, too, or missing a friend, a partner, a parent, a sibling, a child.  If so, I am sincerely sorry.  It may not help to read it, but I know the feeling, and sympathize.   Now tell me how you cope?  What’s your best answer for NOT having a Pity Party?  Use the “comment” link above, next to my name!

Acceptance

Acceptance

So far, I’ve been really careful to stick to topics that are benign and (hopefully) not offensive to anyone who might be reading, and all-in-all that’s probably the best policy.  But after watching just a little dab of the six o’clock news this evening, I’m perturbed.  Those of you who know me well are already aware that I think so-called Political Correctness can often be taken to ridiculous extremes.  But there comes a point when I have to get out the ol’ Soap Box and just climb on up there.  Today is one of those days.

Without naming names or places or denominations, the situation is this:  two women were denied communion at the church they’d been attending for more than ten years (and where they were members and active participants) because when the mother of one of them died, it was printed in the newspaper obituary that they were “partners”.  The news was delivered to them just before the funeral service, during which the celebration of Holy Communion would be included as a part.  Surely it’s not just me thinking this was especially insensitive, if not downright mean.

I’m no preacher, and certainly no saint, but I try to live by the Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments.  Jesus said “judge not, lest ye be judged”, right?  It could be argued that I’m judging the religious leader of that congregation for a decision about which I don’t know all the facts.  The ladies in question were willing to speak for the news camera, while their (former) pastor was not.  And yes, they’ve now found another church to attend where they feel welcome.

(Sigh).  Why can’t we all just play nice?