Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.
–Mark Twain, writing in Tom Sawyer, 1876
OK, folks, replace the name “Tom” with “Elizabeth.”
Got it? Good—Now get rid of the long-handled brush and the fence. Instead, set the protagonist
in front of a keyboard. She’s wringing her hands, asking “What to do? What to do?” And then she’s smiling.
Along come three friends: Dwight, Elizabeth, Kathy. “Oh, please, please!” they beg. “Let us do that work for you!”
Keep the bucket of whitewash! Whitewash, according to Wikipedia, “aids in sanitation by coating and smoothing over the rough surfaces.” We may be able to use that somehow!
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It’s been a busy week at The Anchoress’ place! Elizabeth had a mountain of work to do, deadlines to meet, other fish to fry; so she enlisted three Anchoress wannabe’s to take her place and keep things stirred up. In the end, the political events of the week compelled her to chime in, and she gave us the same high-quality analysis we’ve come to expect—offering up some great insights on government intrusion, on Komen, on Benedictine spirituality and more.
It was a great privilege, certainly, to fill in for such an esteemed communicator—and to share the desk with the likes of Fr. Dwight Longenecker and Elizabeth Duffy, two great writers! I got to shake hands (electronically speaking) with some of the other Patheos bloggers and columnists. I’ve enjoyed the lively interchange in the comboxes, a veritable rock tumbler for ideas.
But The Anchoress’ self-imposed “work vacation” nears an end. As the week draws to a close, we hand the keys back to their rightful owner. I want to thank Elizabeth Scalia for giving me the opportunity to be a Faux Anchoress—and I look forward to reading her posts next week!
Thanks, too, to the readers for making me feel welcome. Your engaging comments helped advance our common understanding. The great apologist C.S. Lewis wrote, “Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.’” Our friendship has been born.
Today, I’m going back where I came from. I hope my new friends will continue to keep in touch over at my blog, Seasons of Grace.
And finally, Elizabeth has given me permission to tell you that soon—later this month, I think—my blog will be moving over to the Catholic Portal here at Patheos. Like Arnold Schwarzenegger—I’ll be back!