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Slight? Momentary?

“For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18, NRSVCE)

Until a few years ago (and I’m 70 as I write this), whenever I heard or read this Bible verse, I thought, “Slight? Momentary? It doesn’t feel that way.” My own hardest personal cross might be chronic mild depression (dysthymia). It has never felt “momentary”. It is probably “slight” compared to major depression. But I also think of many who carry what look like quite heavy crosses: chronic physical problems, financial struggles, family breakdown, and emotional or mental health issues. They never looked “slight” or “momentary” to me.

Here is another translation of the verses. I am adding this and the next one just to give different shades of meaning, hopefully helping all to understand the verses. “For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18, NIV)

And again: “For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18, NLT)

This immediately preceding translation might give the clearest or simplest meaning for us. And the two verses actually explain themselves, if we think about it.

It’s all about perspective, eternal perspective, that is. When I began to focus on eternity, which after all, is a lot longer than an earthly life, the quote started to make a lot of sense. Yes, I or others may be suffering now, but COMPARED TO the rewards, joy, and glory of eternity, what we’re going through is NOTHING. Yes, it doesn’t feel good if we focus on the current suffering, but if we focus on what awaits people of faith in heaven, it’s incomparable!

This is not to dismiss the very real pain that all of us go through, but to give hope that it won’t last forever. And, we probably should try to alleviate others’ suffering, if not our own. But I’ve found it very helpful to forget myself and focus on the glory to come, while always working to improve what can be improved in my little area of the world.

Let the little children …

Some people have a lot more appreciation of children than I do. Part of that may be my upbringing, or the feeling that, though children can be delightful, they create a lot of work. Put it down to my laziness, perhaps, which is one of my many faults. Also, I was not raised with a strong work ethic, as many are fortunate to have been. Or even, perhaps, because I don’t know/have the best childrearing skills, I find it difficult at times.

Fast forward to my current life. Having had the blessing of two children in California, one who is in her late twenties and the other in his early thirties, my husband and I moved to Ohio three years ago to be near them and our grandchildren. Being in my late sixties, I envisioned a life of relative ease, compared to when I was a full time mom/homemaker, who volunteered and did some part time paid work.

It has turned out that I work a lot harder than some other periods of my life. I’m growing vegetables in our backyard. I grow a lot of these from seed, in our basement, and when I grow too many, I pot them up and give them away. I do a lot of the other garden work, except lawn mowing, and large shrub and tree trimming. Of course, there’s house cleaning and laundry, and washing dishes by hand, since our dishwasher is not working correctly. I do some cooking, but not every day, and we are fortunate to be able to eat out sometimes. We also have two cats, one of which requires medicine twice a day. Church and volunteering takes up some time, about 10-12 hours per week. There are other day to day tasks, and somewhat frequent doctor appointments, averaging once or twice a week.

The other added task — or opportunity, or blessing, to put it positively — is helping watch our three current grandchildren. I rarely do this alone, but usually with my husband or with the other grandparents. Even with their help, I find it very tiring at times, but also rewarding.

So, a few days ago, while anticipating the fun and the work, I was partly excited and partly grumbly. Part of me wanted a nice quiet, peaceful day. I kept praying for a better attitude, and the Lord answered me by putting a Scripture verse in my head: “but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.”” (Matthew 19:14). I knew then that I could count on God’s help, and that He was, and is, changing my attitude for the better.

What If?

What if God is real, and He really exists?

What if He created us, only out of love?

What if because He created us, He knows our inmost being, and knows what’s best for us? 

What if His commandments are not arbitrary rules to spoil our fun, but if by following them, we’d be saved from a life of selfish misery?

What if some of the things we’ve been told about God are mistaken, and we’ve been misled?

What if there is a malevolent being who hates God and humans, is envious of us humans, and wants to destroy any relationship we might have with God, and tries to convince us that God is against us?

What if we could know God personally, and His Spirit could guide us through many difficulties? And, we could know what He’s really like?

What if God the Father is better than the best father on earth, the best at mercy, forgiveness, justice, love, protecting us, and providing for us?

What if we’re afraid to acknowledge God as our Father, because then He will have authority over us, and then we couldn’t do whatever we want to do?

What if we’re afraid of intimacy with God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit?

What if He loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for us? And then His Son  defeated death and our sin by rising from the dead?

What if we gave Him a chance and let Him love us?

A Pocketful of Rye

I recently finished reading A Pocketful of Rye, a murder mystery by Agatha Christie, which includes the Miss Marple character. This was my second or third time reading the book, as I’m an avid fan of Christie. On this reading, I learned something new, with the help of an internet search.

In the book, published in 1953, one of the characters is suspected of having the condition called “General Paralysis of the Insane”. The word “Paresis” can also be used instead of “Paralysis.” Perhaps I never thought about what that could mean, on previous readings, but this time I did a search of it on the internet.

What I discovered was a bit mind-blowing. It’s something you might want to research. In the book, the symptoms highlighted were delusions of grandeur, reckless behavior, and poor business decisions. But the disease can progress to frighteningly debilitating effects.

The medical world at one time did not know the causes of the illness, which can be confused with other illnesses. However, after a while, it was discovered and gradually accepted that one cause could be syphilis, a venereal disease, caused by the bacteria Treponema pallidum. Later, it was discovered that penicillin could be a cure.

Now, I don’t know if in the book, Christie intended to imply that the character in question had syphilis, but the study of this gave me cause to be grateful that it became curable.

During my youth, antibiotics like penicillin and beyond were a given. Just imagine a world without them. I’ve had quite a few infections eliminated by antibiotics.

Granted, today antibiotics have their own issues, such as overuse. They can upset the balance of your gut bacteria. I have developed the habit of consuming a tablespoon of yogurt everyday, especially since needing antibiotics at times. However, it’s hard to dispute that there’s some value, sometimes great value, in having antibiotics available.

Caring for Our Elderly

In the United States, how do we care for our elderly parents, or other elderly people? Here are some ways I have witnessed or read about. What do you think are the best ways, most practical, most workable, or best for the elderly?

A relative of my husband’s, Mary, lived in Washington state. She and her husband built, or had built for them, an addition to their house. Mary’s widowed dad lived in this beautiful addition. It had its own bathroom, fireplace, and tiny living room, and the whole addition was directly attached to the main house. In the early days of his living there, he went for many walks in the neighborhood, and lived there to the age of 102. I don’t know if the addition had a kitchen, and they probably shared meals.

Growing up, my dad’s mother first lived in our home, in a large room attached to the kitchen. Later, she moved to an apartment about a mile from our house. I would visit her a lot after school and she would be at our home for many occasions. Then later again, when I was in my twenties, she moved to an apartment only three blocks from where my parents lived, and only one block from the apartment that I had moved to when I was older. So both my parents, siblings, and myself could visit her often.

The Amish, a religious sect, do not have any separate “retirement communities” for the elderly. Rather, younger families will build an attached or detached addition to their own home, called a “dawdi haus” (there are various spellings for this). See https://www.amish365.com/retirement-homes-for-the-amish-what-is-a-dawdy-haus .

An in-law had her fairly independent elderly parents living in a retirement community, where each couple or single person had a cottage. Then the husband had a bad fall and a slow-growing cancer was discovered. The family had both him and his wife moved to a facility with assisted living, and with another unit for memory care. They were visited often by family, and some family parties were held in one of the facility’s “party rooms”. The husband’s problems progressed, and perhaps a year or two after that move, the husband passed away. Again, the siblings searched for a good facility for their mother. One sibling (six total) wanted the mother in her own home, which was small, with one bathroom, and already had four people in it (no free bedroom), but the other siblings nixed that. At least two of the other siblings were “professionals”, one a doctor. None of the other five siblings, besides the first mentioned, thought that having the mother in their home would be workable. After much research, a small facility was found which highly encourages family to visit. There are only twelve residents. I have visited this place and it’s more like a group home than a “facility,” with a very home-like atmosphere. It is close to most of the siblings and they take turns visiting, most days of the week. They have had, since the move after dad’s fall, an online sharable chart in which they sign up for visits, so as to minimize alone time for their parents.

My own mom, in her later years, lived one or two miles from my sister and my older brother. Her home was an apartment in a retirement community. Later, she bought a two-bedroom mobile home in another community for those over 55. This, too, was within two miles of two of my siblings. It was plenty of room for her, and my two siblings could visit her often, take her to doctor appointments, and check on her medications. My younger brother and I visited less often, as we were about three hours driving distance away. I did try to call my mom at least once a week.

There is a couple I know who were friends of my father’s. The wife developed a chronic illness and had to be in a nursing home. They have no children. Recently, the husband had a bad fall. He will be moving into the nursing home and selling their house. They will live there in the nursing home together. I don’t know what kind of family support they have, or close friends who can visit. They don’t have children, and live in a state hundreds of miles from me. I hope it is a nursing home that has lots of visitors.

My husband’s mom lived in two or three apartments in different retirement communities in the eastern U.S., for many years. Eventually, she moved close to my husband’s younger brother on the west coast, to a retirement community apartment. After a while, my brother-in-law and his wife bought a new home a few doors down from their previous home, and had mom move into their previous home. So, they could walk over there any time, and would accompany her to their house when she visited. She had to be hospitalized at one point, and it was determined that in the aftermath, they could not care for her on their own. After one horrible place, my husband’s brother-in-law found a very nice facility only a mile or two from their house. She ended up passing away there a few months later, thankfully with her younger son present. My husband and I had been with her earlier in the day.

In California, we lived near to an elderly man whose wife eventually divorced him. He doesn’t have the closest relations with her or his children or grandchildren. He eventually had to sell his home to pay for divorce-related costs, besides not being able to keep things up on his own. He now lives in an elderly home in south San Francisco bay. He likes me to call him and does not get many visitors.

A couple who have been friends of ours for years moved from California to Pennsylvania, in large part to help the husband’s relatives. First of all, before moving, they had bought the house of one of his sisters, as she was no longer able to pay for it (or perhaps even just pay the taxes) or keep it up. This sister died after they moved. The Covid pandemic was still happening. But, they did what they could to help the husband’s other relatives and in-laws. Eventually they were able to visit more, and two of the relatives were getting quite ill (cancer, etc.) and were in hospice care. The husband visited often, and even (I believe) brought them closer to God by his encouragement. So both of these people (one of his sisters and her husband) died in peace this past year. There is a third relative who is harder to get through to, but the husband faithfully visits him and gives him care. Let us pray that this relative will be open to God’s love.

[Edit: January 25, 2024] Just a few days ago, I learned of another case. A lovely retired widow, with whom I would chat with at church on weekdays, informed me that she’d be moving today. I was a bit surprised, but her story made a lot of sense. She’d been living alone since her husband’s death. One of her children and his wife had recently moved from a community near the church and had bought two homes next to each other in an area perhaps 10 miles away. They invited the mother to move in next door to them, and so she is today. She’ll be going to a different church, but might visit ours occasionally.

How will YOU care for your parents when they are less able to care for themselves? What can we do for those who gave us the gift of life? Can we show our gratitude by not letting them get isolated? If you had difficult relations with your parents, pray to forgive them and to have some honest conversations.

I Need Your Thoughts About Chiggers

Until two years ago, I lived in a chigger-free part of California and never encountered them. I lived all of 66 and a half years in that same area. Then we decided to move to the Midwest. All was well in the garden until one day I developed a couple dozen itchy red spots on my skin.

If you know nothing about chiggers, here’s a tiny introduction:
https://entomology.ca.uky.edu/ef630

At any rate, I would love to get people’s thoughts on how you have dealt (or not dealt) with chiggers: preventing, eradicating, and/or dealing with the bites.

Below is my brainstorming. I would love your comments, corrections, and what has worked for you. At this point I’m not judging any solution, but I would prefer non-chemical treatments.

  1. Change the environment. Reduce shady, damp areas, including areas of tall grass. Keep grass short. Trim trees to remove low growth. Not sure what to do with shrubs, or even if they’re a problem. Improve drainage to reduce constantly-damp areas. Put gravel or cement anywhere near the house where it’s never sunny and might stay damp.
  2. Are crowded areas of flowers or shrubs a breeding ground?
  3. Blowtorch everywhere. Ha, ha.
  4. Spread diatomaceous earth in damp areas.
  5. Use lemongrass-type bug spray before going in the garden.
  6. Apply appropriate Wondercide or Cedarcide products to the environment or oneself.
  7. Use pesticides such as carbaryl, bifenthrin or permethrin, after finding chigger hot spots. See https://www.gardenguides.com/info_12320823_pesticide-kills-chiggers.html .
  8. Be sure to shower and change clothes after garden work.
  9. Caladryl works for me, once I’ve gotten the bites. I have heard that Corn Husker’s Lotion also works.
  10. Rebuke the chigger demons.

Look forward to your ideas!

We Do Not Know the Day or Time

One of the salient features of life is death. That is, very few of us can avoid it. There have been a few exceptions, such as Jesus Christ (although He did die before He rose again), possibly Enoch in the Old Testament (see Genesis 5:24) and, as many believe, the Blessed Virgin Mary, Jesus’ mother. And there are more like Jesus, who died, and were raised up again. But unlike Jesus, they had to die a second time. Among those are Lazarus (John 11:17-44), Tabitha (also known as Dorcas; Acts 9:36-42), and the widow’s son at Nain (Luke 7:11-15).

[See also the paragraphs added below on 5/17/2023.]

Recently the reality of death was again brought home to me with two incidents.

While driving to church one week, we saw green ribbons along part of the way, tied to telephone poles and tree trunks. Later that week we learned that there would be a motorcade along that route, so we needed to leave church right away after the Mass to get out of their way and/or not be stuck in the parking lot. We did leave right away, and as we traveled part of the route, we saw many adults and children standing along the way with signs indicating their love and appreciation for the deceased person. I was deeply moved, to tears, and wondered what kind of person would inspire this.

Of course, these days, when you want to know something, you often look it up on the Internet. So I learned that the deceased was a 50-year-old man who had been a school administrator, and much loved by those he had served, because he found ways to show how much he cared for each student, such as learning each student’s name. He had died of a pulmonary embolism, suddenly.

The other incident also happened indirectly through church. There was a white-haired dad, and his daughter (who looked about 50 years old), that we’d see at least once a week at church, mostly in the warmer months, because they would migrate to Florida for the winter. As spring began, I wondered that I hadn’t seen them return. Finally, one day I spotted the dad and greeted him after Mass. I said, “How is your daughter?” He looked sadly at me and said, “She passed away [on New Year’s Eve]. I haven’t felt able to come here for a while.” Of course, I said I was very sorry and I would pray for him. I didn’t say much more, because he didn’t look ready to continue talking.

Later I learned, from another person he had talked to, that his daughter had been (inexplicably?) losing weight. Nevertheless, she got on a airplane to visit her son. Apparently, she got through the plane flight, and after deplaning had a heart attack and died.

So, we never know when death can come. These were both relatively young people. Are we ready to meet our Maker? Have we made our peace with Him and those on earth from whom we need to ask forgiveness or whom we need to forgive?

“Keep awake, therefore, for you do not know what day your Lord is coming” (Matthew 24:42). “But about that day or hour no one knows, neither the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.  Beware, keep alert; for you do not know when the time will come.” (Mark 13:32-33). Although these verses are apparently speaking of Jesus’ second coming, or the end of the world, they can equally apply to our own individual lives.


(Added 5/17/2023) To clarify a few things (I am not an expert, so these are mostly my ideas, understandings, or interpretations):

Regarding Enoch, mentioned in the first paragraph above and in Genesis 5:24, see also Hebrews 11:5 — “By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death …”

Elijah apparently also went straight to heaven without dying. See 2 Kings 2:11-13: “… And Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven … and [Elisha] saw [Elijah] no more.”

As far as Mary, Jesus’ mother, is concerned, here is a quote from the Catechism of the Catholic Church, paragraph 974: “… when the course of her life was completed, she was taken up body and soul into the glory of heaven …” My husband says this could just mean that she immediately went to heaven after dying, or some interpret it as her not dying. I’ll have to research that more.

The Snare of Riches

‘And Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly, I say to you, it will be hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.”‘ (Luke 19:23)

We are sorely mistaken if we think that riches will bring us happiness. Material goods, to a point, are certainly a blessing. It is good to have nutritious food, clothes to keep you comfortable in any weather, and shelter from that same weather. Beyond that, I’m proposing here that unearned and/or unshared wealth can be a real hindrance to happiness, if it takes the place of our relationship to God.

Certainly a high position in society does not guarantee healthy or moral behavior, not to mention that all your foibles and flaws will be mercilessly criticized by the public. There are some crazy stories, going back some generations, from my own family background, that cause one to ponder.

Here are a few, half heard, half remembered (and thus probably half accurate), from my background: One relative with a high position in the (non-U.S.) government, contracted syphilis and went mad. He was in the military and presumably, while married, contracted the illness from someone other than his wife. Another VERY wealthy relative gambled away 26 houses. Still another, to impress a woman he was wooing, bought out an entire theater performance so that the two could be the only people in the theater. They did get married, but later divorced, partly due to his infidelity. The same man ran for government and promised the voters that he would provide a copious feast if he won. He won.

We have all seen unhappy rich people in the news, with broken marriages and families, and disordered lives.

If you happen to be blessed with wealth, however you obtained it, remember that all your riches, and anything you possess, ultimately comes from God. (Of course, dishonest wealth is not in God’s plan.)

There were several rich men in the Bible who were righteous. Being rich doesn’t have to be evil in itself. For example, Abraham was quite wealthy and a person of great faith. Again, recall the story of Job, who lost all his riches and most of his relatives, but did not curse God. Ultimately, God restored everything to him, and more. There were rich Christians in the New Testament who shared their wealth. The point being, that their wealth was not where they derived their value, but they derived it from Christ.

The Two Most Important Days

A sentence (or variations thereof) often attributed to the American author Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) is “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” However, according to an entry in QuoteInvestigator.com, nobody quite knows who first said it.

An intriguing version of the quote is, “Our times call not for diction but for action. It has been said that the two most important days of a man’s life are the day on which he was born and the day on which he discovers why he was born. This is why we were born: To love the Lord our God with all our heart and soul and mind and strength, and our neighbor as ourselves.” [Sermon by Minister Ernest T. Campbell, delivered on January 25, 1970 in New York City.] Note that Mr. Campbell states, “It has been said…,” so he apparently didn’t know the source of the saying, either.

The Quote Investigator entry goes on to note other variations by quite a few authors or speakers, including a later variation by Mr. Campbell.

Though I’m not commenting on every thought or belief of Mr. Campbell, I like his original continuation of the quote as to why we were born: “To love the Lord our God with all our heart and soul and mind and strength, and our neighbor as ourselves.” Though the Quote Investigator considers the quote to be by “Anonymous,” who knows? Perhaps Mark Twain did say it after all.

Thoughts on Independence Day, 2022

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people chosen as his inheritance.” (Psalm 33:12)

“So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.” (John 8:36)

“…for what has been achieved we give you thanks, for the work that still remains we ask your help…” (from an Independence Day prayer)

For blood that’s been shed,
For many prayers said,
For all the tears cried,
Lord, be by our side.

Forgive all that’s wrong;
Lord, help us be strong.
Celebrate what’s good;
Increase brotherhood.

We give You our past;
Only heaven will last.
Go forward again,
Let all divisions mend.