This month's reading is Moloka'i by Alan Brennert, most definitely a book I would not have chosen on my own but am so glad I read this. I had to record a quote from this book p. 307 and spoken by Sister Catherine who did not have leprosy but cared for these people:
I used to wonder, why did God give children leprosy? Now I believe: God doesn't give anyone leprosy. He gives us, if we choose to use it, the spirit to live with leprosy, and with the imminence of death. Because it is in our own mortality that we are most Divine.There were also lovely lines spoken by and for the native Hawaiians at funerals and I hope that when I die, my family will remember to speak these words at my graveside at the green cemetery in Ohio:
The call to ancestors: Parents' by names here is your daughter/son, by name
Deceased spouse, here's your wife, her name.
O name, here you are departing
Boundless love, O name, between us, alas.
Here is food, clothing, and something you loved, Go: but if you have a mind to return, then come back.
That last line is what I love best...probably because I continue to look for the fleeting shadow that might pass my peripheral vision here at 3830 that would tell me that my mom or bonpapa or any of my other loved ones might be stopping by to check on me.
This has been a huge week in Cleveland, Ohio. For a decade we have honored the kidnapping of 2 young women, in their teens. Amanda Berry and Gina Dejesus (and another woman who was 20 and taken a year before Amanda and was just considered a runaway, Michelle Knight)
(Having spent the evening at the Family History Center and talking with Dorothy Titera, I decided to come home and amend this. Then I read Jocelyn's comment and knew I was going to do it for sure. This afternoon i was talking with my godmother, Patsy. She was fretting that Amanda Berry's mom died before knowing that her daughter was alive. I assured her that her mom knew...and not just on Monday. I think that the mom knew the moment she died. Furthermore, I told Patsy, I think God allowed that mom to be a special sort of guardian for her daughter during the past 7 years. How else could this young girl have gotten through what she did without some sort of extra 'help'. And perhaps her young daughter AND her mom's promptings from beyond propelled Amanda to get to that door, to get through that door with her daughter and save not only themselves but the other 2 women as well. And as I said it, again, I was given the feeling that this probably did happen this way....and if it didn't, I don't care. They are free tonight and back in their homes. But Jocelyn is correct...there's nothing a mom can't nor won't do for her child!)
Dawn posted this comment on Facebook this week:
And this is sure true altho it is difficult to get through to the polished stage. I responded to Dawn that the sad part is that these sandpaper people are already used up inside. In my most ungenerous moments, I recognize them for what they are and fight the urge to not have any use for them, forgetting who they are. I try to remember but am not always successful. As is the case with the 3 brothers who had our Cleveland girls, I could take care of their punishment in a much better way that any court or prison could...PLUS I am married to a man who knows about medieval tortures....there are better ways for punishment than death in this case I tell you!
I went to the blogspot that was listed and found this gem, too:
This might be even a better message once we all get on even ground.....quote from ― Kurt Vonnegut
I guess this is the end of my reminders to myself. Now it's time to go and rejoice in the life I've been given, the spouse and amazing children I given. The very creative and fun grands that brighten my days just be stopping by the skype camera to show me their new haircut, or a twirl, or a kiss on the screen. Life is good and my world is a beautiful place.