March 31, 2018
When I attend enough to becoming upwardly mobile myself, I often find myself looking down on the men around me now.
I don’t want to look down on anyone. These are (mainly) good guys. These are friends.
So this a learning opportunity, a growth opportunity.
It appears to be a common problem for folk who seek upward mobility.
I find this morning that perhaps I can sublimate or incinerate those feelings as they come on, burning up emotional filth to release light and admiration for guys who, after all, are doing the best they can with the resources they’ve got, and whose motivations no one can gainsay.
– The request of James and John, part 1
– The request of James and John, part 2
I have been wary of telling this, because the thing hinges on an abstraction that not everyone may be in a position to grasp. But in recent weeks, it’s been really prominent to me. And one can tell from recent posts that I don’t much care for abstractions.
Continue reading Hopes vs. expectations
Miscellaneous notes about accepting bad feelings.
[Second in a series.]
One afternoon some years back, I hooked up with my bud Brian Williard at the Light Street McDonald’s. We were there for maybe half an hour, and then set out eastbound on Baltimore Street towards the shelters where we stayed. I stay at one, and he stayed at another about 100 yards farther east.
We walked and talked, and he talked, and he talked, and a lot of what he talked about wasn’t necessarily of much interest to me. It came to me: “I’m doing ministry; he needs this.” Finally, he said, “It’s such a relief to talk to somebody sane.”
Continue reading Accepting revulsion 2: Life in the looney bin