Year-End Perspectives

 This will be my last official post for 2024, and it ends a very crazy and different year with lots of ups and downs.  In one year, I managed to earn a Ph.D., was kicked out of my place, lost a lot of my stuff, made a momentous move to downtown Baltimore, and ended up working as a full-time teacher in a Catholic school.  There have been many adjustments, and at this point as the year comes to a close I am looking to begin rebuilding again.  So, let's review the year, and recap some significant aspects of it.

The year started out good enough - after a wonderful 2023 Christmas, we entered the New Year on a positive note.  Things went smoothly until about April then, when we started having some challenges meeting our rent on our old mobile home in Hagerstown.  After several months of struggle, the owners of the park we lived in gave us the proverbial "walking papers" to move, and that was sudden but not totally unexpected.  While the owners of our former place are evil, the office manager there was actually very gracious to us and allowed us to salvage a lot of our stuff, which was a blessing in itself.  And, to sort of make things better, the move was not even recorded as an eviction.  Subsequently, that led to about 1/2 of the month of October living in motels, and finally Barbara and I moved to new places - she moved to Rockville, where she now rents a room in a house she shares with five guys, and I moved to downtown Baltimore where I ended up in a similar situation but with only two roommates.  The move to Baltimore was providential though, as I was able to land what is essentially a dream opportunity.  Let me explain that now.

Not long after my degree was officially conferred in September, I received a phone call from the principal of Cristo Rey Jesuit High School in Baltimore, Dr. Joe Mitala.  He had come across my resume and was very impressed with me, so he wanted to consider me for a position.  However, that first attempt resulted in a rejection, and after I tensely told him off I got another call for a position that had recently opened up for an 11th-grade Theology teacher.  This time, it was a go, and after two stymied attempts to get to the interview - one was due to our move date, and the other was because the train was too early to catch in Harpers Ferry - on the third try I got in, and had a working interview with the school for the position.  They liked me, and a week later I had a phone interview with Mr. Reap, who is the President/Administrator of the school, and that following Sunday I was offered a $55K annual contract.  And, that is what facilitated my move to Baltimore, which happened very soon afterward.  

The move to Baltimore was fraught with challenges of its own.  For one, I had to come in with Barbara the day I was to move in and I was in the parking lot of her office building in Rockville with three cats and a rabbit piled in the car with me.  That night - it was on a Thursday - I arrived at the new place, and now I wanted to recap how I ended up there. 

I had been frantically searching for houses up to that point, as I was living almost day-to-day in the Motel 6 in Charles Town, WV.  God miraculously provided the funds I needed to survive, and in time I heard from the landlord of the place I was looking at,  and his name is Andy Dovel.  Andy turned out to be a very workable guy, and he was more than willing to let me move in.  So, thanks to the church giving me my deposits and first month's rent, I was able to secure my new place.  Located in a very rough section of town called Harwood off of Greenmount Avenue, the new home was a rowhouse that Andy was refurbishing, and I would be subletting a room in it as two other guys also shared the house.  So, I was able to move in, and at that point a whole new life to adjust to started.  Two weeks later, I would start my teaching job at Cristo Rey, and as I write this now, I have just completed my first month here.  The months of October and November seemed like an eternity, but in reality they went by quite fast.  As of today (12/4), I am one month teaching at the school, and two months since getting thrown out of Hagerstown.  Tomorrow will mark four months since I defended my dissertation, and three months since my degree was officially conferred.  This is the biggest transition I think I have had in 32 years, and there is still much to do yet.  I want to talk some about that now.

My primary objective at this point is to get a more stable house, and Barbara wants to go in with me to do that - she is not happy where she is either, and being I make a decent salary now, I can afford a better place but also understand that I need time to recover from the previous months.  So, I plan on using the next six months to get myself back together, rebuild a little, and then I can simultaneously look for a better place to live, preferably over in this area where the school is now.  It won't be easy, as properties here are astronomically high, but it's not out of the realm of possibility.  Besides, God has been with me this far, so I know he will see me the distance.  My faith is what strengthens me, and thank God for his grace that I accept by faith. 

At any rate, that is how my year has been - a time of tumultuous paradigm shifting, rebuilding, and getting things in order.  Hopefully as 2025 dawns in less than one month, it will be an even better year. 

A  blessed holiday season to all reading this, and I will see you in 2025. 

Coming Together

This has been a week of progress.  After a very nice Thanksgiving weekend, I am happy to say my new digs are coming together.  That is why I am titling this talk the same.  Let me elaborate on that by offering a sort of parable.

During World War II, some very historic cities were the targets of devastation of warfare.  Both Berlin and London took some heavy tolls.  The same could be said as well of Beirut in recent years - a beautiful city reduced to a rubble-strewn war zone.  Life is like that sometimes for us as individuals too - life generally goes at a good pace for a number of years, and then all of a sudden circumstances change and we find ourselves under attack.  That happened to Barbara and me recently, and it was a toll on us - we lost perhaps 50% of everything we owned, and most of the rest is in a storage facility almost 80 miles away.  And, we were compelled to resort to living in motels for a couple of weeks until both of us were placed in a position to where we had to live in rented rooms in houses shared with roommates.  It was a big transition.  And that was the aftermath of the attack upon us we weathered.  However, like many cities which have experienced the ravages of war and attack, we as individuals are faced with the aftermath, and that is a process in itself.  Let me go into that.

In the midst of a major catastrophic event, there is always the aftermath, and that entails a few things.  For one, it is important to get some bearings and try to accommodate a whole new set of circumstances.  Second, upon doing that, there is a recovery time - it is a time to get back on track financially and socially in many cases.  Then comes the rebuilding.  Rebuilding can start immediately, but it can also be a timely process depending on the extent of repair needed.  London and Berlin, for instance, were able to both rebuild fairly quickly after World War II, but Beirut is still in that process even today - new conflicts have made the latter more challenging.  Our lives can be like these cities too - some can rebound quickly, while others can take years to recover.  A lot of it depends on factors such as the resources available, the stamina the individual has, and the social support one has.  You cannot totally recover on your own, and the help of others is often a necessity even though it is a test of how we manage personal pride - we naturally hate asking for anything, so it is an exercise in humility to do so.  However, that swallowing of pride may be crucial to survival, and at times we need to rely on the love and support of others to help us rebuild.  We should never consider such help a hand-out, but rather a hand-up - my attitude is built upon a "pay it forward" principle that challenges me to help others who may be experiencing the same situation later, and that is the crux as well of the Dominican way that I am contemplating becoming part of as a lay disciple.  I will share more about that at another time, but it is a development of my own spiritual growth through these challenges. 

Ultimately, rebuilding comes from the heart - the raw material to rebuild one's life is not something that can be purchased or tangibly acquired.  Rather, it is what makes up what is inside us.  Although we may be divested of material items, the heart and soul of what those things represented on a sentimental level are inside us.  God did that for a reason, and it is one reason why Scripture in so many places talks about spiritual riches - no one can destroy those.  And, if you have a rich enough inner conviction, outward physical rebuilding will come.  This warrants a whole discussion of its own, as it comprises our "story" and consists of a lot of motivating attributes which compel us to pursue that which we truly desire.  Ultimately, what is inside us is of more value than any material possessions we may accumulate, and we can still be the person we are created to be even when divested of those things.  That is the ultimate heart and soul of the Christian faith too - our faith is not built upon external and tangible stuff, but upon a supernatural God who did become material for us to gain eternal life.  That is what Advent commemorates, and Easter celebrates.  That supernatural God took on a human body to ultimately demonstrate His love for us, and another truth taught by His life, death, and resurrection is that His love transcends the body, and it is for all of us.  And, as I remind my 11th graders in their Theology classes I teach, ultimate love, truth, beauty, and goodness are embodied in one person, Jesus Christ, and He is fully God and fully man.  In that way, He appeals to both aspects of our nature - the need to have tangible reminders of our destiny (in the literal life of Christ as well as in the mystery of faith that embodies the Sacraments) as well as an appeal to our inner self - a connection to something greater, a purpose, and even sentimentality.  I have no great theologians or specific passages of Scripture to reference at this point, but they both talk extensively about this, especially in Dominican spirituality.  So, rebuilding after a time of intense attack is an exercise in spiritual growth as part of the rebuilding process.  It is, in a real sense, a set of "growing pains" for us, and if we respond rightly, we will grow spiritually.  And, as the Psalms promise, if we seek first the things of the Kingdom of God, then the rest naturally comes.  And, that is not the vain platitudes of heretical televangelists with a "blab it and grab it" false "Gospel," but rather it is an outgrowth of common sense and true effort and drive to rebuild a life which has been impacted by the storms and battles of this world.  God is not against material blessings, but we must prioritize the personal transformation of our souls first. 

That was some interesting insights I wanted to share as I come to the end of this rather roller-coaster year of 2024.  In the next week or two I will do a year-end perspective to recap things as well as sharing some outlook for the coming year. Thank you for letting me share today, and will see you next time. 

Thanksgiving And Change

 Today, the Jesuit high school I teach at in downtown Baltimore closed early for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, and to be honest, I am quite happy about it as I can use a few days off.  It has been a really interesting past couple of months as my whole life has done an extreme paradigm shift that in many ways I am still recovering from.  But, I was reminded of something today at the school prayer service that was held at the Polish parish sanctuary next door (very beautiful church, I must say too - it is Holy Rosary in downtown Baltimore, and was a historically Polish congregation for many years).  Due to the fact that a large percentage of the student body is not Catholic, the school decided to hold a Thanksgiving prayer service instead of a Mass, and the person chosen to give the sermon was our IT man at the school, who happens to also be a Protestant pastor.  The message he gave was actually quite good - it stressed that thankfulness is a builder of faith, in that by thanking God in our present situation, we can build faith to believe in a positive change.  Most of what the man spoke about I have lived out this past couple of months, and in all honesty it is something I am hoping to never go through again.  Yet, I also have seen God at work, and he brought so much together that this Thanksgiving represents a new dimension in being thankful for me - I have seen God at work, even in the most dire of circumstances, and my faith is stronger now as a result.  That in essence was the message today in the prayer service too.  I wanted to open up this week's thoughts by mentioning that, as it fits into the theme of everything.

It has also been a week of some progress so far.  To begin, I was finally able to get Zoe, my rabbit, a new home.  I walked her up the street a few blocks to a nice guy who decided to adopt her, and that is a big relief.  I do love that little rabbit, but in all honesty I just don't have the faculties to take care of her anymore like I used to, and she deserved better.  Thankfully, that happened for her now.  Also, yesterday I finally got the hard bound copy of my dissertation, the thing that earned me the title "Doctor."  I was overly impressed with it, although I had to go through my personal publisher Lulu to print it.  It looks like an official dissertation, and it is the magnum opus of years of education.  Now, in a couple of weeks I can get the regalia to go with it thankfully.  

There are many things to thank God for, even this place I am living.  It is a simple place - just a room when I was used to a whole house.  But, it is at an affordable rent price and the landlord is good to work with.  I also have two decent roommates in Joel and James as well - the three of us are all different in our walks of life, but we get along well and they are good guys in all honesty.  I am also thankful for the best job I have ever had right now, and the most money in salary I have ever made - this was a total surprise for me, but I couldn't be happier.  Sure, I would rather personally be teaching college students instead of 11th graders, but you have to start somewhere, don't you?  And, I plan on doing the best I can at this position, and consider it also a vocation - there are issues obviously with some of the kids (they are overwhelmingly minority kids, and many of them are from low income households, which makes things challenging sometimes), but God put me there for a reason.  There may be a few of them whose lives I can impact for the better, and I want to make sure they get that opportunity.  I already have one who is wanting to be baptized, which is fantastic, and that is true evangelization at work.  There are days I do dread classes (especially my first-period group - Lord have mercy, they are a challenge!) but overall I am proud of what I do.  And, more importantly, I thank God for blessing me with this vocation.  

In the coming months, I am sure that things will begin to come together as the dust of the chaos of the past couple of months settles and I am able to start rebuilding life again.  It is a process, and there is much to do, but it can be done.  Mostly depending on God's strength and his timing, I am sure of it.  

Any rate, that is my Thanksgiving insights for this year, and I look forward to an even better report next year.  Have a blessed Thanksgiving, and will see you next time. 

Busy Week Reflections

 This is the first full week of classes I have had at Cristo Rey since I started here a couple of weeks ago, and it has been challenging to a degree.  For the most part the kids are actually decent, although there are some issues in my first-period (we call them "Codes" but same idea) class.  Overall though, teaching full-time is a new experience for sure.  But, as Fr. Grassi told me, I am here to be a beacon of truth, so that is what I plan to do. 

Being I am teaching the kids about the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I have learned to incorporate some real-life examples into the lessons.  One thing that I found handy was this "Baltimore smell" - if you are out and about in town, there are times when you are hit by an offensive odor that smells like skunk spray, and it can be a bit overwhelming.  For a time, I was actually blaming it on BO from the large population here, but turns out that is not what it is.  Given that the city has an extensive natural gas network, leaks can happen from time to time.  The leaks can be very dangerous because they are odorless, so the powers-that-be needed to include an indicator of the leak to alert people that it is happening, and the way they do so is by adding an element to the natural gas called mercaptan.  Mercaptan is a sulfuric compound that also is present in garlic and onions, as well as in cat urine, body odor, flatuence, and halitosis, and of course skunk spray which is why it has its distinctive odor.  The smell is reminiscent of a combination of garlic, urine, sulfur, and rotten eggs, and it can easily create a gag reflux as it is so pungent and vile.  Why the city here chose one of the stinkiest compounds in nature to prevent toxic exposure is a case of the cure being as bad as the symptom, but perhaps they have no other alternatives.  So, how does this relate to a theology course dealing with Sacraments?  Let me share the illustration I gave to my classes.

Right up the road here from the school is a beautiful park called Patterson Park.  It is serene, well-maintained, and a nice place to take a morning walk.  Given it is fall here, the crisp autumn air, the beautiful changing leaves, and just the general aesthetics of the place are something worth enjoying. So, imagine walking in a park like that, enjoying some personal time as you walk and reflect, and all of a sudden that pungent mercaptan smell hits your nostrils - not pleasant, is it?  In life, sin is like that too.  Given we have a fallen nature yet God still sees us as good and loves us, life can be going along nicely but then the stink sets in, if even briefly.  It reminds us that we are in a beautiful yet imperfect world because of the Fall, and even in the best of circumstances we can have issues.  The Sacrament of Reconciliation helps to remedy that - it is like a spray of Frebreze that eliminates the sin and restores the beauty of life to us.  And, we need it often, as we are all prone to sin and concupiscence.  This was a good way to introduce that topic to the kids, and they related well to it as everyone in Baltimore does hate that damned smell!  I wanted to share that because in teaching, we have to use things familiar to convey simple truths at times, and if we can effectively do that, we reach people.  I am publishing it here for a similar reason too.

Sin is a reality, and we all encounter or face it every day.  Like the mercaptan smell on the Baltimore streets, it can hit us suddenly.  It either does so by commission or effect.  By commission, I mean that in a weak moment we all can screw something up.  By effect, it means that someone else's screw-up can impact us and alter the course of our day too.  Either way, the important thing to remember is that we are human beings with limits, and like the bad mercaptan smell, the rough moments too shall pass. An inconvenient stinky smell we can easily resolve is definitely preferable to the catastrophic effects of a toxic leak, and perhaps that is the reasoning behind why Baltimore's city government sanctioned mercaptan use.  Likewise, those inconvenient moments happen, and it is up to us how we respond to them.  We can turn a small stink into a toxic leak, in other words.

Any rate, that is my word for the week, and as I get closer to year's end, this has been perhaps one of the most prolific years of writing on here I have had.  I do print these into bound books, and given the past couple of years I have been doing two years to a book, I have a feeling this one will be quite large. Any rate, may you have a good remainder of your week, and we will see you next time. 

This Week's Thoughts

 As I write this, it is getting chillier outside as it is mid-November.  Also, I got my first paycheck from my new position, so that is exciting.  The reason I am writing this week is for a couple of things, so I will get started.

First, as many of you reading this know, I reached my 55th birthday this past Saturday.  Barbara came up for the weekend and it was a simple yet enjoyable time.  It is based on her visit that I want to chat a bit today.

Barbara and I have been divorced for just over 3 years now, but we are also still very close as friends.  I did not go into the details of why we divorced, because frankly those details are no one's business, but it was a very civil divorce and we ended up still being close friends despite that happening.  Barbara and I have known each other now for almost 35 years, and we started out as close friends years ago when we were both still in college.  So, we have history together, and it is actually a very good history.  Barbara is still my best friend, and she is like a sister to me, and we both feel the same way about that.  We are actually closer as friends than we ever were when we were married, but it is a good Christian witness to others.  Not every divorced couple has to be mortal enemies, and the fact that happens so much is tragic.  Neither Barbara nor I hold anything against each other for what happened in our marriage, and to be honest we were both victims of some external forces that exacerbated the whole issue.  Because of that, we can freely talk about things, and it is actually nice to be close to her still.  There is a special dimension to our relationship I wanted to share now, as it is integral as to why we still are close.

When Barbara visited this past weekend, it was actually a bright spot in an otherwise chaotic week.  Having to get used to a new job, and a lot of lifestyle adjustments since the beginning of October, it felt good to be able to have a comfortable and familiar experience with an old friend.  Honestly, Barbara and I both missed each other - she now lives almost 40 miles away in Rockville, and I am in downtown Baltimore, and it is an adjustment for both of us after we have lived under the same roof for over 30 years.  And, we talked about that and both feel this way.  Although we both have roommates at our new homes, neither of us feels complete - after all, our entire way of life was uprooted and it has been a challenge to meet for both of us.  However, there are times we can visit and just have a bit of diversion, and that is nice - we both need that.  Nothing really special - for this past weekend, Barbara got me a cake and a pizza for my birthday, and that was nice just for its simplicity.  We also notice when we have to leave how much we miss each other - something as simple as the old cat food and water dishes from our old place triggers feelings of loss.  We both feel that too.  As we eased back into our weekly routines on Monday, it felt like a part of us was lost.  I don't know about how other couples who have experienced a divorce feel about this, but there will always be a connection with a former spouse even after the divorce.  What made it easier for Barbara and me is the fact we are still good friends, and that made it possible to be close.  Will we ever reconcile and enter into a marriage again?  With every passing day the possibility of that is less, but if God opened that door I would be fine with it.  Barbara and I are both seeing other people at this point - we have been divorced for almost 5 years and annulled almost 3, so we are free to pursue other relationships now and are doing so.  But, we still will always have that connection, and to be honest, it is a wonderful thing - Barbara is a wonderful person, and she has been a blessing to know, both as a former spouse and as an eternal friend.  I just felt led to share that. 

The other thing was a bit of unsettling development at the Jesuit high school I am teaching at.  As many know, the Jesuits are somewhat controversial in regard to their inherent liberalism as well as some flirtations with heresies over the past couple of hundred years.  There are two things about the Jesuits that are positive though.  For one, they are stellar educators, and that vocation is not lost. If I am going to teach, a Jesuit institution is a good place to break in a career.  Secondly, not every Jesuit is evil either - for instance, Fr. Mitch Pacwa is perhaps one of the most amazing individuals, and his speaking and writing are phenomenal.  Also, over the years I have gleaned much wisdom from some Jesuit writers such as Fr. Norris Clarke as well as Henri de Lubac and Romano Guardini, whom I believe were both Jesuits.  However, unfortunately for the most part Jesuits have been troublemakers for the Church, particularly in their embrace of "liberation theology."  The campus minister at the high school for instance is a fan of the heretical and racist theologian James Cone - I read James Cone's book in my Master's program, and in all honesty, there is nothing Christian about it.  Cone first of all politicizes the Crucifixion, comparing it to the "lynching tree," and this is not orthodox theology.  Jesus chose that way to redeem fallen humanity, whereas many innocent Black victims of the atrocity of lynching had no choice.  Also, Jesus's redemption of fallen humanity is not to be looked at as a social justice action - the purpose of the action was to draw people to Himself, and to reconcile them to God by overcoming sin and death.  It is especially true that theologians of all people should know better than to try to politicize the Cross.  And that leads to all this talk about justice.

While the pursuit of justice is noble and should be inherent to our nature, it cannot be divorced from the salvation of souls.  Our first mission as Catholics is the salvation of souls, and justice will be a fruit of that conversion once it happens.  The grace of God is transformative, and it drives one who is drawn closer to God to seek betterment of themselves.  So, as the soul is saved, the surrounding society then will be transformed.  But, we have to keep the focus right - just focusing on justice in a political sense without the saving Body and Blood of Christ leads to an empty dead work, and it is futile as it will fail.  Man tends to turn to ungodly means to achieve these objectives, and this is what happened with many Jesuits.  And, in this, I include the campus minister here - the guy is a nice guy, and I believe he is sincere in his passion, but he is also misguided and that tends to be a problem.  This is especially true when teaching the kids at a school like this - these kids need to encounter the real Jesus, and the teacher in a class may be the only way the Holy Spirit works to open that for them.  Therefore, again, we must get the priorities in order.  I was admonished by Fr. Grassi, my parish priest, to be a beacon of truth in this place, and that is what I will be.  While the very liberal sentiments of the campus minister in particular are disturbing, I cannot let that detract from the vocation God gave me.  And so I won't.

Any rate, that was just a couple of thoughts I wanted to share today, and hope they will inspire and bless others.  Thank you, and will see you next time!

Back to Work

 Here we are now, a bona fide Theology teacher at Cristo Rey Jesuit High School in Baltimore.  As I am writing this, I am actually spending a lot of the day in parent/teacher meetings along with my fellow faculty members.  I am getting to know some of them, and it has been a pretty easy day overall, albeit a LONG day.  Mind you, this is very different than what I was used to, as I have been out of full-time work for over 4 years in all honesty.  But, God has been in every step of this, and I am going to make this work.  There are some minor issues - for one, there are some socially liberal fellow faculty who think that the school's Catholic identity "hinders" their more progressive visions of things (my question is why these individuals are not in the public school system if they think like that?).  But then again, the administrators of this school are Jesuits, so there you go.  To the credit of the Jesuits though, one thing they have always emphasized is excellence in education, so if I am to teach in a Catholic school, I guess a Jesuit academy is a good place to start. 

My schedule entails five classes teaching a course called "Sacraments and Morality," and for the most part the kids are actually quite good to work with.  Of course, they are typical teenagers, so they will have certain quirks, but that is to be expected.  However, compared to the short time I subbed in the public school system in Hagerstown, this is actually a decent group.  I am teaching 11th graders, and it has been a fairly easy transition from teaching 6th-graders in CCD as a volunteer.  I am also one of only 3 faculty (including the principal) that possesses a doctorate, although I think the President of the school is also pursuing one as well.  I am actually looking to have a very decent tenure here, and with a good salary I cannot complain.  

As I mentioned, getting to this point has been a series of one miracle after another, and while things are not ideal yet - Zoe my rabbit needs to be rehomed as she is very loud at night and I have lost a lot of sleep because of her.  I also still have Mickey, Barbara's cat, as well, and juggling taking care of him with the two of mine is a challenge, especially when my home has been reduced from a three-bedroom mobile home to a single rented room in a Baltimore row house in a questionable area of town.  Then there is that smell out there - every once in a while, a putrid aroma like skunk spray hits my nostrils, and I was wondering what that nasty smell was.   After all, a huge city like Baltimore is not exactly crawling with wildlife (unless you count the squirrels and pigeons) so skunks are not in huge abundance.  I found out that this nasty smell is called mercaptan, and it is the same substance one can find in both flatuence and halitosis.  Now that I know what it is, it does ease some anxieties though.  After all, standing at the bus stop at the corner of Greenmount and 25th in downtown Baltimore is not what you would call a beautiful neighborhood, but in reality no one ever bothers me there.  All in good timing, I will eventually get a better house. 

On that note, we are still talking to the occasional parent who stops in, and it is honestly not necessarily a bad thing.  Being I have only been here a week, I don't know many of these kids yet, but at least the parents will know me as their kids' teacher.  However, it promises to be a LONG night, as we need to stay here until after 5.  But, I am salaried now, so it goes with the territory.

That catches up things for the week, so I will stop at this point and will have some other pithy insights next week.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next week!

Pet Peeves About Pets

 I wasn't planning on writing again so soon, but there has been something on my mind that I have to get off.   As some of you know, I had a bit of a shake-up in my life that has resulted in essentially starting over again in a new place.  Now, when one has pets, it exacerbates the situation somewhat in that the extra responsibilities of pet ownership can cause some difficulties in finding a place.  Many landlords (rightly so) are not keen on potential damages a pet can cause - cats and dogs can pee, scratch and chew up things, etc.  If I were a landlord I would have similar concerns of course.  Therefore, what I am about to say is not an issue with a landlord or property manager, but rather with some other entities.

Some years ago when I lived in St. Pete, FL, my cat Oreo had a significantly large litter of kittens - she had seven to be exact.  At the time, my wife and I lived in a 1-bedroom apartment on the 8th floor of a high-rise complex, and it was a bit of a challenge.  It was complicated more by trying to rehome the kittens - no one wanted to take them, and I was feeling stuck with them quite honestly.  When we finally did get someone who would take them, the people who came were so stuck-up that they just looked down their noses at our home in a very disrespectful way, and it was frankly irritating.  Then, they charged us a "donation" of almost $100 to take them.  But, at least they did.  However, having dealt with that on many occasions, I have some major issues with pet rescue places that need to be aired today.  They relate to other things, such as getting some aid or something for an adverse situation one finds themselves in, and it shows the deficiencies in what are supposed to be nonprofit "charities" in many cases because their "solutions" are largely inadequate.  Let's now talk about the specifics of animal rescue groups.

In principle, animal rescue and pet adoption are noble things, and they are part of the Christian understanding of natural law and showing love for God's creation.  The issue is not the reality of the need for such services, but the way they are often implemented.  When I had to make some significant adjustments recently to my living situation - the most radical adjustments I have made in 32 years honestly - one thing I had to consider was pets.  I own a rabbit, two cats, and did have three small birds.  The birds I was able to rehome, so that was a bit of progress.  In addition, because my ex Barbara was forced into a living situation that didn't allow her to keep her cat, I have him too now as well.  So, at this point, I have a rabbit and three cats.  I want to rehome the rabbit, because although my current landlord is OK with pets, he does charge extra so it would be impractical to keep her.  I began the rehoming process before moving here, and in all honesty it has been frustrating.  Many "organizations" who are supposed to be helpful are in reality useless - they cite lack of funds, overpopulation of shelters, etc.  for their lack of assistance.  I find it a bit dubious that every relief agency - especially in a big city like Baltimore - gives me the same dead-end answer, and upon looking into it, I noticed a couple of things I want to observe, and I am also offering a rebuttal to their claims here.

The whole "lack of funds" thing is the first claim I want to tackle.  I find it odd that organizations that rescue homeless pets or supposedly rehome pets for owners who are no longer able to keep them pitch the "lack of funds" schtick - I understand the economy is not the best nationwide right now, and that charitable giving is a bit down because many people have to use money they would normally contribute to such groups to buy a carton of eggs at inflated prices, or a tank of gas to get to work which is also horrendously inflated.  But, when you look at what the top brass in many of these organizations make, it makes one have questions.  There are some executives of groups such as SPCA that get literally in the hundreds of thousands of dollars in salary a year, which is more than what a private-practice attorney even gets.  If they are so short on funds, why those huge salaries??  Perhaps some auditing may be in order for some of these groups to find out where their contributions are going. 

A second area I want to address is the whole idea of animal abuse.  Animal abuse is evil, and no innocent creature should be subjected to those conditions.  But, the problem with so many of these "animal rights" groups is that they often go after individuals who really love their animals yet do not have adequate resources to care for them as they should.  I have heard of cases of people being locked up for not having a clean house for their dog or something, despite the fact the animal loves the person who takes care of them and the person loves that animal just as much.  One thing that really got my chaps chafed several years ago was one of these "green" groups - Greenpeace or one of those idiotic environmental pantheistic groups - targeting Gypsies in Istanbul for owning dancing bears.  Most of the Gypsies in question actually treated those bears with the best care they could afford them, and the bears were fed well and taken care of.  Yet, this is where the double standard of progressivism kicks in - this particular group collaborated with the Turkish government to impose ethnic discrimination on a vulnerable population of Gypsies in order to "save the bears."  The Turkish government has for centuries been one of the most genocidal entities on the face of the earth, and anyone with a lick of common sense would understand that the Turks couldn't give a damn about the plight of a bear - they just wanted an excuse to persecute a minority.  And, the liberal elitists who control these huge nonprofit advocacy groups were more than willing to collaborate with a genocidal government against a vulnerable population.  I have a lot more to say about that at another time, but sufficive to say, the elitists don't care about the causes they promote in many cases, but rather they have an agenda to control and manipulate as many people as possible to gain as much control as possible.  This also ties into things such as the LGBT agenda, abortion, eugenics, and other things.  Beware, therefore, of the so-called "environmental groups."

A third area I want to explore is the excuse that many pet rescue organizations give for refusing to help people who really need to rehome pets they are unable to keep due to circumstances beyond their control.  That excuse is overcrowded shelters.  I am not in a position to say whether or not a shelter is legitimately overcrowded or not, but I have been in a couple and they seem to have plenty of space.  When they are called on that, their excuse is that they only take certain types of animals and not others.  I think that is rather weak, and it shows their insincerity also.  If they were truly on a mission to get pets rehomed, they would be working with the pet owners to help in any way possible to get that animal a new home.  What many of these people do, however, is that they will tell a pet owner they can't take them, and then they give a list of "resources" of which many the owner has already explored and hit the same brick walls.  That creates more headaches and thus the poor owner is stuck with an animal they cannot keep and it could even put their home in jeopardy if the landlord persists in either making the pet owner give up the animal or charging more for them to stay.   But, the stuck-up elitists who run many of these animal shelters don't give a damn about that - they are after their own bottom line, which is to sell a service to raise more money to pay their top brass.  Make no mistake about it, these organizations are not "nonprofit," but are an industry.  That is what is sick, hypocritical, and inconsistent about such groups too.  They spend millions of dollars making these heart-tugging ads to prey on the feelings of unsuspecting viewers, but where does that all go?  It is successful (and deceptive) marketing.  The fatass actress Sally Struthers did the same thing for years with UNICEF, and we all know about UNICEF - much of the money it raises goes to prop up malevolent dictators and does not do anything to help at-risk kids.  When government and corporate marketing get involved with charitable work, it diminishes the whole thing by promoting agendas over actually helping those in need. That is why many modern charitable agencies are abject failures. 

A new way of rendering charitable aid is needed, and fast.  I talked about before how shelters and soup kitchens are woefully inadequate to ease the plight of the indigent, and it is simply because of one important aspect.  Such programs are bandaids, and while they may provide a meal here and there and maybe a bed to sleep in for one night, what do they really accomplish??  The answer is very little.  Many people who are down on their luck need a hand-up, not a hand-out - this is not being crass, because many of these people would give anything to have some sort of stability, and a soup kitchen or flophouse does not grant that to them.  They want incentive, they desire dignity, and they want to be able to stand on their own two feet.  Now, I am not necessarily talking about addicts or crazy people on the streets either - that is a whole separate issue that requires another solution beyond the scope of this discussion.  The people I am talking about are the guy who was laid off his job he had for many years, and due to not being able to keep up with his costs of living, he and his family were evicted from their home.  This individual is a hard-working guy who often prides himself on not accepting help from anyone, but is now forced to rely on food banks and other aid just to survive.  What this guy really wants is a job and an income restored, and then he would be able to take care of himself and his family.  Yet, no one helps him.   Now, let's say the same guy has a dog - he has had this dog since it was a pup, and the dog is practically part of the family.  Yet, many flophouses don't even allow personal possessions, much less pets, and it leaves the guy in a bad position.  If he doesn't lose the dog, he sleeps on the street.  Yet, if he does, there is damage caused that way too.  Yet, the animal rescues are not helping this guy and they could give a damn less about the dog.  This reeks of scandal, and it means that the "agencies" are rotten and stink to the core because of their "criteria."  That is why I am starting to understand why people like Robert D. Lupton have made the case that much of what is called "charity" is indeed toxic - he even wrote a book about it, and he makes good points.  The ultimate aim of charity is restorative, and not merely survival-enabling.  True charity seeks to preserve dignity of personhood and not quash it and strip people of it.  Lupton has been doing a lot of speaking and writing on this issue, and it needs to be taken more seriously.  His premise, and those of others who share his position, is that charity is to be directed at helping the person who falls on hard times to rebuild and transform, and not merely slap the bandaids of soup kitchens and flophouses on the problem.  I honestly need to read more of Lupton's ideas, and perhaps at a later date I can revisit this topic and offer some further insights based on my own reading of his material. 

Gravitating back to pets, there are some decent charities who do keep in mind that animals need care too, and there are pet "food banks" that supply things such as cat litter, pet food, and other supplies for people that need them.  One of the best examples of this is Jefferson County Community Ministries in Charles Town, WV.  This is a true charity that actually cares for the people it helps, and we need more like them.  Also, if shelters cannot take the pets of vulnerable people who could lose a home over the situation, why can't they help these people find pet-friendly homes at affordable prices so the people can keep and care for their beloved pets then without having to face the choice of losing a pet or losing a home??  That would be nice.  Or, they could provide programs - farms in rural areas, etc. - to take at-risk pets temporarily until the owners are able to find a location that will let them keep them.  These are just a few ideas.  On that note, let me add a couple of closing observations to wrap up today's discussion.

I have been through some rough situations myself over the years - as a matter of fact, as I write this I am recovering from one such situation.  I promised God that if I could really overcome this, I wanted to dedicate either my own abilities or at least some financial support to worthy programs who really do provide a way for people to rebuild lives, and in the future maybe I will be in a position to start one myself - only God knows or will allow that if he sees fit.  Good programs based on incentive, hands-up assistance, and aiding in helping to rebuild self-sufficiency are integral to ending the crisis of homelessness as well as providing ways to combat the destructive economic policies certain individuals in power have inflicted on American people.  As I continue to research this and think about it, I want to begin to formulate a body of ideas which would facilitate and incentivize recovery and self-sufficiency for people who desperately need it, and if we can do this, I also believe our society as a whole could be transformed.  Like Robert Lupton and others, I believe that the way charity is practiced in this nation needs to be reformed drastically, because the "old ways" don't work nor do they provide long-term solutions.  This is true in regard to homelessness, hunger, crime, addiction, and even pet issues.  May we start to think outside the old moldy box of charitable practices that have failed, and really provide good solutions to people who could truly benefit from them.  Thank you for allowing me to share, and will see you next time.