Wellity wellity wellity, look who is five years old! No, not that Puerto Rican tire fire. No, not sixty gazillion Isabellas and Sophies, Aidens, Jaydens, and Bradens. No, not even that weird protuberance on the side of my foot that doesn’t hurt or anything, so I’m just going to officially not know about it anymore.
NO, CRAZY, IT’S PATHEOS!
Like the gracious host it be, Patheos central is inviting us bloggers to share our favorite posts.
I’ve been blogging for about seven years — my first blog being a Blogspot joint, which I set to “private,” and now I can’t remember how to invite myself back in. This seems like some kind of metaphor for blogging. Something about not being able to find your own blog with both hands and a flashlight. Anyway, I’ve only been with Patheos since June of 2013, so I’m going to share posts from that month on. (If you have a hankering to browse through other posts, remember I have archives dating back to 2010. You can find them in my sidebar without even a flashlight.)
Without further butt jokes, here are a few of my favorite posts from the past yearish:
- A few things about love and marriage and sin: God is faithful, but we’re not marrying God:
what do we know about human beings? They sin. They sin, and they sin, and they sin. Sometimes they enter into a valid marriage and then they cheat. Sometimes they understand fully what they are supposed to do, and they just don’t feel like doing it. Sometimes calamity strikes, and they crumple under the blow. Sometimes they let their own sorrows and weaknesses and selfishness overcome the love that is offered to them. Sometimes — no, my friends, always — they are a tangled ball of good intentions and bad habits, unhealed wounds and unfounded desires.
- and the follow-up, Love and betrayal and love again:
You know what’s scandalous? It’s scandalous to tell suffering people, “Don’t you speak.” It’s scandalous to tell them that their sorrows are making other people sad. Good heavens. There are worse things than being sad. One of them is being happy and telling other people that, if only they were stronger, they’d be happy too.
- A few reasons you should read my extremely wonderful book that will forever transform the way you and your husband think of mucus: Seven Quick Reasons the Author of SGNFP is One Classy Dame, including this picture which I saved as “eve-sideboobless”:
- A few ways you can be in the world but not of the world while gorging on Fun Size Snickers Bars: Twofer Costumes for the Conflicted Catholic Family, including St. Francis here:
PIC bearded stoner
- On an entirely different note: the day they took me where I did not want to go: A long holy Saturday
Those are the worst nightmares: the wave comes, the darkness falls, the crowd sweeps by, and your child is gone. Where did he go? Why didn’t I hold on tighter? My husband would have gone and dug up the frozen ground to bury the body, but there is nothing to bury. He has been washed away, and I don’t even know when. Maybe he died weeks ago, when he was too little to be seen. Maybe I was happily patting someone who was already gone.
It wouldn’t change anything if I could have buried him. But I wish I could have done it.
- A few ways we can go wrong when we are Catholic and listening to rock and/or roll: Taylor Marshall May actually be the walrus:
I encourage my kids to listen mostly to the [Beatles'] earlier stuff, where their technical brilliance can be enjoyed unimpeded with the navel gazing muzziness that came later. We have discussed how people in Hell are probably holding hands and singing “Imagine” right now; and I have taught them to identify the sitar, when played by a white man, as the sound of bullshit.
But . . . oh, I don’t even know what to say. I’ve said it so many times, and I don’t know if there’s any way to persuade people who don’t already see it so clearly. We’re Catholic. Our main job isn’t to apply “censor” bar across everything that doesn’t come straight from the Baltimore Catechism. We take what is good. We’re supposed to beexperts at identifying what is good. We’re not supposed to be screaming meemies who bite our lips and blush every time someone dips into a minor key. We’re supposed to use sifters, not dump trucks, when sorting through culture.
- A few things we can learn from women who know what abortion is like from the other side: Why abortion workers love those graphic images.
[Abortionists] liked it when the gory pictures were out there. It made their job easier. Women literally ran toward abortion.
- A finally, few reasons being fat might be the right choice for you . . . today!!!: Seven Fat Takes
#4. You get to discover that your husband is really, really in love with you, or else he’s a fantastic and indefatigable actor. Just think, if I were still the proportions I was when he met me (36-24-38, just two inches away from being zoned as a brick house!), I would always wonder if he was sticking around all these years because of me, or my measurements. Now that I’ve added the equivalent of a six-year-old child to my frame, I know it must be true love.
AND, I figured out how to use the video camera on my thing, except I held it sideways. I realize now that I achieved that “won’t you rescue this poor puppydog who fell into a well” camera angle, but that’s only because I didn’t want you to see how many chins I have. But seriously, this was my favorite Patheos moment, and I mean it:
Well, happy birthday Patheos! And thank you, my dear, dear readers, for sticking with me. Patheos will be hosting and featuring videos from bloggers on all channels, as well as “best of” posts, so keep your eyes peeled, as my mother used to horribly say. So much talent on Patheos, you definitely don’t need a flashlight to find it.