Have you been watching the Charlie Sheen story? He finally entered a rehab. Five prostitutes and a suitcase full of blow later, they finally stop lying about his addiction and shut down production of his show.
I wonder if the individual in the video ever got her blue Bentley. Sounds like the price got to high for her.
A sad example of how your life's story can wind up surrounded by people enabling your self-destruction. You walk away from the people who care about you because you don't want to hear what they have to say. The vultures spot your wounded carcass and circle to land and feed on the supply.
I'm not a good enabler.
I think it goes back when Sister Mary Hillarian told us the story of the Crucifixion in the first grade. I had seen the Crucifix many times in my short life but I never really stopped to ask what happened to Christ. I didn't put the pieces together. The Crucifix was above the clock at St. Mark's school. I remember that moment. Looking at Christ hanging there. Tasting his abandonment and feeling my heart and soul overflowing with compassion.
I think I may have lingered a little too long at the foot of the Cross. It's fair to say I go over the line when people I care about are basa loco I sole tace... in a deep place where the sun is silent. When most people have walked away to avoid getting dragged down, I remain standing. Saying what needs to be said until the person decides hearing what needs to be said is too high a price for the relationship, and they walk away.
The problem with this course is that the the person gets combative before they walk away. Looking over the battlefield afterward, I try to pinpoint where I probably should have stopped and been the one to walk away. At the end, I'd much rather be left without second guessing whether I'll have something to account for on my day of reckoning in the crisis.
Some people go through their life thinking they are living in peace and promoters of peace when they remain complacent about suffering, injustice and evil. It's been on my mind this week after conversations with people over the gruesome discovery at Gosnell's clinic.
Among some of the excuses I've heard is that there's no difference in electing proabortion politicians who will create laws to legally kill infants, and politicians who will create laws to protect life. Seriously?
I was told women are going to have abortions no matter what you do, they need clean and decent facilities to do it, they don't want to be baited into 'hot button issues' and the like.
All of these people claimed they knew abortion was killing a human being, a soul with a destiny from the Creator of Life.
I don't understand it. I understand how the uncatechized come to believe abortion isn't murder. But I'm aghast when Catholics tell me they know its murder but they think it's just to create antiseptic facilities to exterminate babies who are unwanted. The cruelty of saying such a thing staggers me.
But if this is truly how they feel, why don't they believe the prohibitions on killing should be lifted across the board? People will always find ways to kill other people so why not create a sterile and serene environment to do it?
What about child abuse? People will always find ways to abuse children, why don't they believe this country should elect people who believe pedophiles have the civil right to abuse children on clean sheets in clean hotel rooms?
You've got to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me.
Do you remember Dante's description of the eternal resting place of people who don't take a stand?
Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription, the ninth (and final) line of which is the famous phrase "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", or "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" Before entering Hell completely, Dante and his guide see the Uncommitted, souls of people who in life did nothing, neither for good nor evil (among these Dante recognizes either Pope Celestine V or Pontius Pilate; the text is ambiguous). Mixed with them are outcasts who took no side in the Rebellion of Angels. These souls are neither in Hell nor out of it, but reside on the shores of the Acheron, their punishment to eternally pursue a banner (i.e. self interest) while pursued by wasps and hornets that continually sting them while maggots and other such insects drink their blood and tears.
Sort of a spiritual description of Charlie Sheen's situation or anyone else drowning in the quicksand of sin.
It isn't love for humanity or love for God to be uncommitted in the battle of good vs. evil. The serenity of complacency in the face of evil is really about self-interest and your eternity will be rewarded accordingly. Neither here, nor there, God will spit you out of His mouth.
Lots of luck with it.