Coming Clean

… because that always solves my problems … especially those I’m having to deal with right now.

In other news, someone needs to wipe up all the sarcasm and bitterness oozing from me.

I feel kind of helpless watching all those folks suffering. I haven’t given any money yet because the money I do have to give, I want to make sure I know where it goes. Perhaps I’m guilty of suspecting misuse by the red cross. I dunno. There’s something of a Catholic Charity collection this Sunday. We intend to give to that. I’m also thinking of looking up a few convents and monasteries and Catholic hospitals I know in the area and donate to them as well.

And what bothers me about all that is whether or not I’m being wrongfully exclusive. Should I care how it is my money gets put to use so long as it is getting to someone to use it? There’s certainly a duty of good stewardship in this, but how far does it go? What else should I do?

Your parents always tell you that you can’t save the world. I don’t intend to do it myself. But in Christ what’s to say I can’t play my part? And how am I to find my part that Christ intends and wishes for me to play - that part He’d play for me if He were me?

When you watch suffering, what else can you do but participate from a distance in order to keep your own safe? … except perhaps doing the radical thing and walking wilfully into the fray, all in love? I find it increasingly easy to stay out of the fray, and I find that very uncomfortable and unsettling and part of me wishes I was not so.