Pardon the unclean glass. I can’t get near the thing to clean it while the nest is there. But can I tell you what a delight this whole thing has been to me? Here I was watching a video on airport terminal architecture because I’m a nerd when I glance up to see the mother Robin – or father, I really can’t tell – swooping in to feed the rapidly growing birdlings. I guess this is what happens when you grow up in Newark, NJ. At the age of 48, I am as tickled as a five year-old following the life cycle of a family of robins.
Friends, God is so good and so beautiful in His love for us despite the fact that most of us deserve eternal punishment for our constant betrayal of Him. It’s as if He’s grabbing me by the back of the head and saying to me, “Look, dummy, look at the beautiful world I made for you! Look and behold. I take care of them. They don’t worry about anything. Why are you bothered by anything?”
The world, the Church… Everything is upside down. Do you think I ever wanted to be writing about, let alone delving into, antipapacies and such? Remember that airport video? If I had my druthers, I would spend more time than I care to admit examining the construction of terminals at hub airports, chasing tornados, and traveling with my wife and kids. Yet here God brought robins into my yard and I cannot ignore this beautiful fortnight.
I continue to pray for everyone who reads this blog as I hope you pray for me. We will get through the insanity of these times, my friends. Just tonight I got a text from a man whom I admire tremendously. You would definitely know him. In the course of our conversation I told him how nice it was for this poor sinner who is trying to cling to the authentic Catholic faith to know there are other, smarter, more eloquent people of a like mind to listen to. And here I am getting to text with the guy! We need to savor these moments when they come to us. It’s like how years ago, when I would go to the March for Life year after year knowing nothing would change. I would stand at the top of Capitol Hill and look back down Pennsylvania Avenue and see the sea of a million plus men, women, and children and know that I wasn’t alone at least on that one, cold day in January. The guy texting with me wrote back that I was the “hero” for trying to raise a family in these times. I laughed. I’m literally just doing what any of you are doing. Raising my kids, watching tornado videos on YouTube, and watching a family of robins about to fledge the nest on my drainpipe.
Friends, I am so thankful that any of you read these pages. And I am thankful for the amazing life God has given me.
Mother of Good Counsel, pray for us!
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