Charlie Kirk - A Martyr for Truth

 A couple of days ago, on September 10, America faced a serious tragedy.  A young conservative political figure, Charlie Kirk, was gunned down in cold blood at one of his speaking events.  At only 31 years of age, Charlie's death was a true tragedy.  Charlie was young, and he had a lot of great years ahead of him - now, that has been stolen by a psychopath with a gun.  While I am familiar with Charlie's work, and I have watched some of his debates on social media, he was not someone I followed regularly although I respected his work and agreed with a huge majority of his positions.  Yet, I understood how integral he was for winning back the younger generation to common sense, and I believe he sowed some very powerful seeds to do just that.  Let me now just give a few reflections on what I understood about him. 

Charlie founded a grassroots campus organization called Turning Point USA, and he did so at the age of 18.  TPUSA has over the years grown astronomically, and in many cases, it is the reason why we are seeing a positive cultural shift away from the insanity of "wokeness" and back to something more reasonable. Charlie did the conservative movement in the US a huge service by not only tackling the issues head-on with everyday people, but he did so in a way that sought to listen to the other side rather than demonizing them (which is what they love to do to us) and he always approached it respectfully and recognized the human worth of even the most vile of individuals (and in watching his videos, there were some toxic, vile people who showed up at his events).  Being a devout Christian as well, he never attempted to shy away from his faith, and he integrated it into his discourse in such a way that it made his convictions very applicable and practical.  Of course, there are always the haters - the usual suspects accused him of being "racist," or "misogynist," and in reality often it seemed that when they pointed accusatory fingers at him, their own shortcomings were reflected back in their faces.  One in particular I watched was a 70-year-old man in Montana or somewhere who didn't want to talk to Charlie - he was trying to challenge him to a fight.  Charlie rightly pointed out that the Left's issue was that they resorted to violence against anything that disagreed with their delusions, and eventually the crazy old man (who ironically claimed "the Holy Spirit" told him to do this - yeah, sure!) was booed away in embarrassment.  Another really bizarre example of an unhinged leftist who came to one of Charlie's events was an avowed satanist, who came clad in a red robe and a goats-head mask, and when he started to talk in Crowleyite backwards-speak to supposedly pronounce a curse on Charlie, Charlie didn't miss a beat - he rebuked the evil spirit in the guy in the name of Jesus Christ, and the guy walked away.  Charlie had a remarkable self-confidence, knowing who he was and also being able to communicate his positions well.  The fact that the radical Leftist does not want to talk but instead wants to eliminate anyone who disagrees with them stood in sharp contrast to Charlie, and that fact is not lost on the millions of people who recognized his gift.  However, as is the case, the Leftist will not stop at threats, and with the powerful backing of benefactors who are wannabe Antichrists like George Soros, they often resort to evil, and in the case of Charlie Kirk's assassination, this was blatant.  The sad fact is that a life was lost because the Left is essentially barbaric - they are not interested in co-existing with those they disagree with, but rather want to reshape the world in their own warped image.  However, in doing so, the Left has shot itself in its own foot this time, because people are now really waking up to how insane this garbage is.  So, who was this assassin?  Let's talk about him a moment.

Tyler Robinson is a college dropout who, even by confirmation of liberal media outlets, hated Trump and conservatism with a passion.  He was raised in a conservative family, and by all accounts was a bit of a loner who openly rebelled against his own family.  He then decided to enter into an unnatural romantic relationship with a dude who thinks he's a woman, and his general life story is essentially a huge mess of his own making.  The reports I read in the various news clips I looked at regarding this even said Robinson engraved some odd political statements on the very bullets he fired, including pro-transgenderism and Antifa slogans, and that speaks volumes about his mental state.  Fortunately, he was caught, and his own family turned him into the authorities, and even his transgender boyfriend decided to cooperate with the FBI investigation.  This kid - Robinson - has just ruined his own life by taking the life of another, and that leads to a couple of other observations. 

First, there has been an uptick in leftist violence in the past few years, going back to the George Floyd riots in 2020.  The various school shootings and other acts of domestic terrorism have a common thread running through them.  These are not Islamic militants, nor are they on the "right-wing" political spectrum.  No, every one of them identified as a transgender, or had some involvement with transgenderism, and also many of them were involved in the occult, or they were politically aligned with groups like Antifa.  Although the left-leaning media tried to paint these people as "right-wing extremists," in reality the truth always comes out, and the truth is very explicit as to who these violent criminals are.  And, even if they were considered traditionally "right-wing" in the mold of a Timothy McVeigh, in all honesty Timothy McVeigh was more like them than he was Alex Jones.  Much of the racism and segregation in this country can be traced back to the Democratic Party, and this includes groups such as the KKK, as well as leading eugenicists who promoted the same racial ideology that Adolf Hitler embraced (Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood, was a frequent guest at KKK rallies back in the day, and those radical racists ate up her eugenics rhetoric like Skittles because it aligned with their own biases).  This in no way excuses some attitudes and occasional rhetoric that is heard at the fringes of what is considered conservatism, but the ones making that rhetoric are often anything but Christian or true conservatives as they share more in common with the political Left.  For instance, when you hear hyper-fundamentalist Protestants condemn interracial marriage, they are in reality giving sanction to a Darwinian polygenist origin of humanity that presupposes different races are in effect different species - this is an idea you see in early volkisch occultic writings like those of Lanz von Liebenfels in early 20th-century Germany and Austria, and there is nothing Biblical or Christian about it.  Some writers I have noted - in particular Jeri Massi, who makes that connection in detail in many of her books - note how oftentimes what is promoted as "fundamental faith" is actually far from Biblical faith, and again as Mark Lowry notes, the average fundamentalist preacher has the mentality "I may not always be right, but I am never in doubt!"  In other words, their own "traditions of men" have turned them into functional heretics.  True conservatism, as well as Biblical Christianity, always affirms that every human being on earth is one race, and as I tell my 11th graders I teach, it means that essentially we are all one millionth first cousins.  God created two individuals - Adam and Eve - and from them every human being on the earth has roots.  Also, the further back in our own genealogies we go, the closer we may find out we are interconnected.  This is why any form of racism - whether the KKK or modern Antifa espouse it - is evil and wrong.  It is a lie from hell, and thus demonic, because it seeks to strip human dignity away from some people to entitle others, and there is nothing Biblical, Christian, or politically conservative about that at all.  Therefore, we are one race made up of a diversity of ethnicities (and yes, Black people are an ethnicity and not a separate race, because they are still fully human).  So, the truth is we are one race, there are only two genders, and God allows a diversity of ethnicities which contribute to the rich tapestry of humanity in their own specific ways.  THAT is true conservatism, and it is also a bedrock principle of Biblical Christianity called dignity of personhood. 

Getting back to Charlie Kirk, I can attest from watching many of the events on social media he had been featured at that he embodied true Christian charity - he was always respectful of his opponents, and even though he fundamentally disagreed (and rightly so) with many of his detractors, he at least attempted to give them a place to articulate their convictions.  The failure of many of them, however, is that they were not interested in conversation - all they wanted was for everyone to be forced to believe like them, and they even had rhetoric I have heard personally that suggested that what they called "hate speech" (which means in many instances just a view they disagreed with) should be eliminated.  This is why so many of them have resorted to violence  - they burned down cities, assassinated people, and engaged in nasty physical assault against people they personally despised.  And, Charlie became the latest casualty of this insanity.  

I have a cousin I love dearly but who does have some liberal views suggest that it is Trump and his supporters who are trying to start a civil war.  I didn't engage that particular comment of hers, but I would challenge her and others to look at the overwhelming evidence of who it is who is committing violence and chaos - Trump's supporters, nor any other conservatives, are not the ones shooting up schools and assassinating people.  Trump's supporters are not the ones burning down cities and engaging in large-scale rioting.  Trump's supporters are not the ones desecrating churches and timeless works of art in museums.  However, watch the videos of these incidents for yourself and listen to the rhetoric being spouted - it is potentially dangerous.  If anyone is trying to cause a civil war, it is the political Left, and the evidence overwhelmingly confirms that.  So, to my well-meaning but misinformed cousin, I would suggest looking at the evidence for yourself. 

Thank you for allowing me to share this, and we truly pray for Charlie Kirk's widow and children as they mourn his loss.  Any taking of life of a fellow human being is tragic, but this strikes at the core of our own society.  May Charlie's death not be in vain, but may it spark conversation and a move toward sanity in our deeply fragmented and balkanized society. 

Miniatures and Me

 Everyone has a hobby, and some hobbies are more eccentric than others.  Some of us even have more than one hobby - I have at least three.  I have talked about my music collection extensively, as well as my interest in my genealogy, but the third hobby is a bit more nuanced as it is unique in many respects.  Essentially, I love miniature things, and I have an extensive collection of them.  I haven't spent a lot of energy talking about them until now, but figured it would be something to share at this point.  First, what is the purpose of a hobby though?  Let's talk about that a bit.

Hobbies are things people do based on two things.  One, it is personal interest.  There are things that captivate all of us, and we can develop an enthusiastic interest in those things due to the fact we want to explore every facet of them.  So, that develops into a hobby.  Secondly, a hobby is just a good diversion from the regular grind of life.  It helps us to relax, refocus, and in time it can even be inspirational to us. These two facts are what motivate taking up a hobby.  Hobbies do not have to necessarily be about collecting things - hobbies can involve sports, playing an instrument of some sort, cooking, and other activities as well.  But, collections have an appeal in that you find things that fascinate you that you can touch and examine tangibly.  In my case, collecting miniatures has done just that. 

When it comes to collecting miniatures, for me it is just fascinating to see a scaled-down detailed version of a regular object, and if by some chance it can function, that makes it even better.  It is as if one can construct a mini universe that can fit at most on a kitchen table surface.  Then there is the detail and other attributes of a particular miniature item that add to its appeal as well - a tiny harmonica that you can play for instance is a true find, as is working miniature electronic items.  There is a distinction to be made though between a collection of miniatures and something like dollhouses, because these are two separate items.  Let's get into that for a bit. 

Dollhouse furniture and accessories are by definition not miniatures - they don't meet the criteria, in all honesty.  A piece of dollhouse furniture is not functional, but miniature furniture is.  A dollhouse kitchen, for instance, often does not have working appliances and you cannot use them like their life-sized counterparts.  On the other hand, there are miniature stoves, refrigerators, and even plumbing fixtures that work perfectly, and you can even cook food on the stoves - there are a ton of YouTube videos of people who have complete miniature kitchen setups and they cook edible tiny foods on them.  You cannot do that in a dollhouse.   Bottom line, dollhouses are a hobby too, and a good one, but enthusiasm of dollhouses is not the same as collecting functional miniatures.  

So, how did my own collection start?  Back when I was a kid, I loved collecting all sorts of stuff.  From the time I was 8, I began to collect things out of those little prize machines where, for a dime or a quarter, you could get a small plastic egg with some sort of bauble, toy, or other item.   Some of these were collectible later, as they were fully functional miniature items.  You used to be able to get tiny working lighters, tiny whistles, and even cameras that could take actual pictures in those machines.  Adults as well as kids loved those.  Seeing stuff like that is probably what originally made me like miniature items, as it was frankly kind of cool to have a small camera that actually took pictures then. And, that is not even taking into account the tiny whistles, lighters, cap pistols, and other things those machines spit out, including tiny working slot machines.  When I was in elementary school for instance, many of us would get stuff like that out of those machines to trade, and a working, functional miniature item was like gold to us.  A lot of things we got out of those machines - weird plastic rings and small toys of various shapes and sizes - were not that spectacular though, but occasionally someone would want them.  Today, when I cruise Ebay, I see auction lots of these machine toys that people ask hundreds of dollars for now, including the worthless little plastic rings and things that didn't hold a high value for us as kids.  However, Ebay has also been the source for a ton of other neat miniature items, and I have gotten several from there over the past several years. 

Some other items that were not necessarily functional but were perfect scale models of things included tiny soda can and whiskey bottle keychains, pencil sharpeners shaped like Civil War cannons, and other such things.   Those are good and collectible as well, and I have literally a bin of that stuff in storage that would fill up a couple of shelves.  Many of them though are so small that I have a series of decorative clear plastic drawer boxes for them, and it works nicely.  The items have gotten somewhat eclectic over the years though, as in addition to miniatures I have a lot of mementos too, such a pins and badges, as well as small gifts I have gotten and religious items.  It is a collection that is uniquely me, and I wouldn't change it for anything.  Any rate, that is a brief introduction to that particular hobby I have. 

I conclude today's discussion by saying that if you have a hobby, enjoy it.  Don't make an idol out of it or spend money you don't have on it, but enjoy it within reason as it can be a rewarding experience for someone.  Hobbies help build legacy too, and people can learn a lot about you from your hobbies.  Thanks again for allowing me to share, and will see you next time. 

Is Hate a Contradiction?

 The reason I write this is that our parish priest in his homily yesterday addressed something of interest.  The Scripture passage - the daily Mass reading from the Gospels, in this case Luke 14:26 - is a verse that talks about if you love Christ, you must "hate" your mother, father, children, spouse, self, etc.  Now, oddly, when you read the rest of Scripture (which Fr. JoseMaria, our priest, astutely pointed out) you are told to honor your mother and father, hate no one, etc.  Is this a contradiction?  That became the focus of Fr. JoseMaria's homily, and to be honest while I was listening to that a light clicked on in the deep recesses of my mind as if to scream "This makes sense!"  Now that those preliminary comments are the introduction, let's dive in. 

The word "hate" is often associated with things we morbidly hate, and in the case of people, it is tantamount to a death wish on our enemies when we say we hate them.   This is not the hate our Lord is talking about in this verse, and as our parish priest pointed out, this type of hatred has nothing to do with malicious or murderous intent, as you are not hating the person.  Rather, it means that the focus of our ultimate love and devotion must be to something greater, and if anything stands in the way of that, then it deserves to be abhorred, which is not the same as hatred.  You can love someone but also abhor what they do or stand for, in other words.  Therefore, you are not hating them as human beings, but rather you seek to distance yourself from a potential hindrance they may be causing you if it interferes with your faith.  When it is explained that way, it makes more sense, although the wording of Scripture here may be a bit confusing unless you understand the context of the passage within the whole.  Now, I will elaborate further.

Loving someone does not mean you have to like them, as some people are just downright disagreeable.  And, that can include some of our own family.  For instance, you have heard me talk about the attitudes of some of my family - to me, they are abhorrent, especially the tendencies of some late relatives to gossip and tear down others just because they get a sick pleasure from it.  I don't hate them in the sense of how hatred is understood, but I hate what they did, and due to some very wise counsel it was best I limit my contacts with those particular relatives.  I still have some cousins with attitudes like this, especially on my mother's branch of the family tree - they also treated her like this too, and she didn't have much to do with them either.  They are not people I would choose to be close with in other words, because their own attitude toward me would be toxic.  So, I stay away from them, simple as that.  And, this is kind of what Jesus was talking about in the Gospels when he said we should abhor those who seek to bring us down if they hinder our spiritual life and the flow of grace to us.  It is for our own good.  But, as I have also said before, forgiveness is still a factor too, and if some of them were to have a change of heart and mind and would seek to be better, then we extend that grace to them and give them forgiveness we seek.  Forgiveness, as I have said before, is like a gift - it is of no benefit unless the recipient accepts it.  However, like any gift, keep the offer open until they are ready to receive it, and that is called having an attitude of forgiveness. It is the same way with what Jesus is talking about in this context regarding "hating" - it does not mean that we hate their guts, but rather that we abstain from being around them if they present something toxic.  Let me give some other examples.

Let's say a boy comes of age, and he has a passion for a career.  However, his father is giving him opposition and is trying to hinder the boy from doing what makes him happy.  There is nothing wrong or immoral about what the boy wants to do, and he has a passion for it.  But the father is trying to micromanage him.  Finally, the boy has enough, and after a heated exchange with his father he decides he is going to do what he wants anyway.  Is the boy wrong?  Is he disrespecting his father?  The answer to both is no - the boy still loves his father, and just has a different outlook without totally rejecting his father but rather just his father's attitude about his own goals.  The boy in a sense is "abhorring" his father, but not coldly hating his guts, you see.  There comes those times when we have to establish boundaries with even those we love - we tell them we love them, we appreciate their input, but we also are capable of our own decisions too.  When it comes to matters of faith, it is even more intense.  Let's say a child who is raised in a Fundamentalist Baptist house - his dad may even be a pastor of a church - decides to begin to investigate the Catholic Church just out of curiosity.  In time, the kid likes what he sees, and after a long talk with a local priest, he decides it is time to "come home" to the Church.  Then, his father finds out - oh my goodness!  Keep in mind, if this kid's father is a fundamentalist Baptist pastor, a key "tradition of men" that this pastor is going to cling to is anti-Catholicism.  His dad may have preached sermons that the Pope is the antichrist, and a secret coalition of Jesuits, Freemasons, and other nefarious groups is plotting to take over the world and exterminate every fundamentalist on the earth.  To that father, it is as if his son just openly took the "mark of the Beast" and thus is eternally lost now.  The son, however, feels differently - perhaps for years he questioned his father's teachings, being as Mark Lowry so humourously said it, the typical Independent Baptist attitude is "I'm not always right, but I'm never in doubt!"  The son legitimately understands that he was probably getting only one side of the story from his preacher dad, and given God has gifted all of us with working brains, he began to start examining things for himself.  However, the preacher father invests more authority in himself than any historic Pope ever did, and for his son to "apostatize" like that is a betrayal.  Because the dad has such an unbending bias against anything even sounding "Catholic," the wiser course for the son to take is to say "You know what Dad, I love you, and I appreciate your convictions, but you are wrong, and if you cannot support my decision then I need to distance myself from you."  This is again what Jesus is saying - anything (or anyone) that hinders one's personal spiritual growth needs to be avoided.  The father would deny this with his son, although in practice he will be doing the same thing if he disowns his son (that has happened more often than not in strict fundamentalist Protestant households).  The son risks never seeing his dad again, and it is a big sacrifice to make to grow in his faith.  But, in the end he will see he made the wise choice, and these stories can also have more pleasant endings - the father may one day wise up and realize that maybe those "heathen Catholics" are not so bad after all, and perhaps just maybe they are actually fellow Christians too!  That being said, not every fundamental Baptist hates Catholics either - both Jerry Falwell and Jack van Impe were independent fundamental Baptists who had wonderful relationships with Catholics (Dr. van Impe was even a huge fan of the late Pope St. John Paul II).  And, even the controversial fundamentalist Baptist pioneer J. Frank Norris ended up forming a sort of alliance against Communism with Pope St. Pius X (I need to double-check if that is the right Pope too).  So, even fundamentalists are capable of reasonable thought too, provided their egos and their own biases don't cloud it.  So, change is possible, which now leads to the missing piece of the puzzle. 

When Jesus commanded us to "hate" some relatives, he did not say to do so in a literal, exterminating way.  Rather, he said that if they were a hindrance, we need to turn away from them - we still love them, and we pray for them, and if one day they come around we freely offer forgiveness and reconciliation with them.  This was really what the crux of Fr. JoseMaria's message was in yesterday's homily, and again, Scripture has given its eternal yet fresh wisdom on a topic that can easily appear confusing and contradictory on the surface.  So, rather than despising someone like that to the point you wish their death, you abhor their attitudes and distance yourself from them for your own mental and spiritual well-being.  I am even thinking of presenting this in some way to my 11th graders at some point during the year, as that is an important lesson for them too.  It means that although elders are to be respected, they are not perfect either and it is OK to differ with them where they are wrong.

I was not planning on writing again this soon, but I was sort of inspired by this and wanted to share it.  Thanks for allowing me to do so, and will see you next time. 

Feeling Old

 Does it ever seem like your mind doesn't want to catch up to your body?  At 55, I have been feeling it recently.  Just a couple of nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with a pain in my leg that was just uncomfortable.  My first fear-addled thought was "Oh Lord, I have a blockage!"  A day later it wasn't quite as noticeable because it went as quickly as it came.  However, waking up out of a sound sleep with a charley horse in your calf is not the most pleasant experience.  There are facts we have to face, and I am realizing that more every day. 

A nice little proverb circulates out there now that tells us a fact of life - one in one dies.  Unless the Second Coming happens, dying is an inevitability we all will face.  At times though, we labor under the delusion of our own immortality, not realizing that our mind and body are having a difference of opinion with each other.  That whole 12-inch pizza you could polish off when you were 25?  Now, you are ready to explode after two slices because you get so full.  Also, that long walk that encompasses 12 blocks you could do without breaking a sweat at 22?  Now, climbing three stairs to your front door is a challenge.  I recall an episode of The Golden Girls several years back where Dorothy was regaling Rose with her day at the teacher's lounge where she was a substitute teacher.  She said that she was having a good time talking to a group of much younger teachers - she noted they were young and pretty, and then said "at that age you don't have to be pretty and you're pretty."  However, as Dorothy was driving home, she looked in her car mirror and said she saw this old woman staring back at her, and the comic effect was that Rose, ever the functional moron, said "who was it?"  It of course was Dorothy's reflection, and it was as if reality came rushing back at her like a 200-mile-an-hour freight train.  As most of us get older, we have those days like Dorothy did - we are feeling so good and then we catch a reflection in the mirror - oops!  A realization like that can do one of two things.  First, it can make you depressed for three weeks.  Second, it could force you to accept reality and maybe think about what you can do with your life at this point, as you still have life and don't want to waste it.  If any realization were to hit me, I would much rather it be the second.  And, that puts me in mind of what I was teaching my 11th graders this week.

The course I teach at the Jesuit high school in Baltimore I work at is called Sacraments and Morality, and a part of the Sacraments aspect of the class is understanding what the sacraments do for us.  For one, they dispense grace.  Secondly, they challenge us to live out our faith more fully, both to serve others as well as to fulfill what God instilled in us.  That is the whole point of passages in Scripture like Romans 12:4-5, as well as the whole chapter in Ephesians that deals with the spiritual gifts.  Whether we know it or not, we all have a purpose on this earth.  We may not live up to doing it, nor may we even feel like we have any value, but God creates us as individuals for a reason.  So, what does age have to do with this?  Let's talk about that a bit, shall we?

People think that when they reach a certain age, that is it - life is over, dreams die, and all we do now is just sit down and accept it.  However, is that the right approach?  Another stronger reality exists too, one I learned from reading Lawrence Welk's own story years ago in his book You're Never Too Young.  Welk, a devout Catholic who had accomplished a lot in his 90+ years on this earth, lived by a motto - work is integral to fulfillment, so do what you have passion about.  He wrote this in his late 70s, and it does speak to something.  No one is too old to fulfill their dreams, to find true love, and to have a fulfilling life.  On the contrary, it is important to keep oneself active, in mind and in body, because it improves quality of life.  And, sometimes, the opportunities to do certain things when we were younger were not there, and now that we have the time and resources, those same opportunities are now gift-wrapped at our feet - all we need to do is accept them and pursue them.  So, if a widower has another chance at love and happiness, let him do it (and widows too).  If a 60-year-old wants to earn a Ph.D. or even a Bachelor's degree, go for it.  As has been said many times, the most formidable obstacle in life is ourselves. If we can break the barrier we set up, then what lies ahead of us is one thing - possibility.  Again, one of my favorite phrases I heard from a preacher years ago is this - "your present position does not dictate your future potential." And, that includes age. That leads to another interesting thought.

I have heard folks say they cannot wait to retire, as all they were going to do was sleep until noon, and then sit in a chair vegetating all day.  It is easy to feel like that when you have a hectic schedule - I myself just wrapped up a very busy second week of the school year, and all I wanted to do was think about sleep when I got home.  Yet, it is almost 10 PM, and I am doing something I love to do - I am writing thoughts.  For most people, retirement is viewed one way until someone actually does retire, and then they almost go crazy with boredom so they have to do something.  Keeping the mind active in particular is a key factor, because an active mind will continue to stretch and challenge us.  So, keep in mind that before you start dreaming of a retirement where you lay like a drunk manatee on a beach in Florida somewhere, wait until that day actually comes.  After you spend what is probably going to be your last day at an office where you have worked for years, and you get emotional goodbyes from wonderful co-workers who also have become dear friends, you open the presents, eat the cake, and are in a pretty festive mood, then the next morning comes.  You may not feel it right away, but give it about a month and you will - you start feeling bored and restless.  You need to do something, but you are now retired - so what do you do?  This is where the value of hobbies, passions, and working to benefit others in a volunteer capacity come into the picture.  Those things give a new focus to life, and they may even open a new chapter.  So, don't let your brain hibernate when your pension starts - do something that you find fulfilling and stay active.  

This was a short reflection this week, but it was one that I am feeling immensely myself right now.  When you start reading obituaries and see a lot of people you have known over the years in them, it's time to think about your life and what it means to you.  As you do, hopefully you will find new purpose and make a difference.  Thanks again for allowing me to share. 

Summer Ends

 "The summer wind, comes blowing in, from across the sea..."  This old Frank Sinatra classic song from the mid-1960s is one of my favorites.  It is smooth, accented with organ legatos, and of course Sinatra's classic vocal.  While one usually thinks of this as a song at the beginning of summer, it seems as if the "summer wind" is blowing back out to the south from whence it came.  Today is September 1, and also Labor Day.  Although solstice summer ends in about 19 days, the summer season ends this weekend.  The timeframe between Memorial Day and Labor Day constitutes the classic summer season, as it is the peak time for schools being out, and family vacations.  Usually also, it is the day before the school year starts in many school districts, although in reality our school year where I teach started last week.  It begins a busy four-month countdown to the final days of the current year, and it means a very busy few months are ahead as summer slowly says its goodbye and we begin the slow trek to what will be in a short time the cold months of winter.  In between are holidays - Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and a few other days of significance (including my own celebration of my birth, which will happen in November).  The last third of the year is generally perhaps the busiest, although each part of the year has its own significance too.  This is where we are.

I think back to when I was in school as a kid myself.  The approach of a new school year brought with it a cadre of mixed feelings.  I recall being excited with going back to school, with my 4th-grade year particularly coming to mind.  I recall that well.  It was the summer of 1979, and I had just finished up a chaotic third grade year at my dad's in Georgia and we had recently moved back in with my grandmother and step-grandfather in Augusta, WV.  Back then, they lived in an ancient farmhouse that had no indoor plumbing save a cold-water sink in the kitchen, and if you had to go to the bathroom, it was in the custom-built two-seater outhouse my step-grandfather had built just beyond the front door of the house, complete with carpet and a window to look out at the nearby slope of Short Mountain. My grandparents were the picture of Appalachian poor, and their house was an exemplification of that.  However, I did not let that deter me from the excitement of starting 4th grade that year.  I was back at Augusta Elementary School then, and had a couple of old friends I knew from a couple of years previous when we were in 2nd grade.  So, I had the big plan laid out - I spent a lot of the summer collecting an absurd arsenal of every school supply imaginable, and I would spend hours trying to organize it, including washing down my brand-new Trapper Keeper three-ring book with warm soap and water.  By the time the new school year rolled around, on my first day I looked like I was attending a nuclear summit as I even had a briefcase to carry everything in.  Of course, when the rigors of the school year would set in, a lot of that initial enthusiasm would fizzle out and the usual "Oh geez, school AGAIN??" attitude would manifest itself every morning, especially further along when winter really set in and I had to walk over a quarter of a mile to get to my bus stop. I would later find out that teachers had similar feelings, especially once I became a teacher myself. 

The idea of a school year has a pattern to it.  In the beginning is apprehension and excitement, which lasts until right after Christmas break when you start to feel burnout and apathy.  Then, around mid-April, when the traditional Spring Break happened, you are seeing the end in sight, and there are activities, testing, and other things to break up the usual routine.  Then comes the last day of school - you are both excited but also worn-out, and all you are thinking of is sleeping in until 10 AM the first day of summer break.  Summer then has its own course - you want to rest, then you get bored, but then you both dread and anticipate going back.  As mentioned, this pattern is true of both students and teachers - so if you are in school, let me assure you that the teachers in a lot of cases may share your feelings on a different level.  So, let's talk about summers a bit, shall we?

I went through 12 years of formative schooling (unless kindergarten is factored in, and then it is 13).  That means I had about 13 summers I experienced, each as different as the next, and there are many things I experienced in those summer months over the years.  During my high school years, my summers were generally good - I spent time at home creating new recipes for my burgeoning cooking interests, wildcrafting in the woods above our house then, and listening to a lot of good music.  And, church and the fact I was in the high school band then gave me a bit of a social life.  However, there were two summers I would rather forget, and let me tell you a bit about them.  The first was the summer of 1979.  I had spent the Spring in Georgia with Dad then, and when I came back I got my first taste of what bone-crushing poverty felt like.  At the time, Mom and I stayed at my grandfather's rowhouse on Schwartz Street in Martinsburg, WV, and Mom had no income, no hope for anything, and there were nights when the only entertainment we had was the PTL Network on TV and all I had to eat were fried corn cakes and my late step-grandmother's canned applesauce in the basement.  My grandfather at the time was spending a lot of his time up in Parsons, our hometown that was two hours away, courting the lady who would become my new step-grandmother, and she and Mom were not the best of friends.  So, we stayed there by ourselves, and things got very desperate after a while.  Eventually, Mom decided we had enough of living like that, so she made a call to my grandmother in Augusta, and a few hours later they came in my uncle Junior's souped-up car and loaded up what we could, and we went back with them.  But, that started what was probably the most intense 8 years of my life, as I would taste poverty for many of those years until Mom finally landed some good work as a live-in caretaker for a couple of elderly folks and our lives stabilized.  Before that happened, 1979's summer was bookended by 1985, six years later, when we were in similar dire straights and our survival was based at that point on biscuits made from scratch and vegetables jacked out of the neighbors' gardens.  That six-year period - roughly from July 1979 to August 1985 - was a time of having to grow up fast for me, and in time my school actually became less of a burden and more of a diversion from the rather bleak life I had at home.  Again though, I survived all that, and in doing so I also would later rise past it as my life became more stable as a young adult. 

I share that little snippet of my personal history to say that summers can be good or bad, depending on perspective.  Likewise, a new school year can be good or bad depending on the same factors.  I have had the good and bad of both, and the good thing is that they are just seasons of life - they come, they go, and then new challenges arise later.  Without sounding like a lame line from The Lion King, it is a sort of circle of life that revolves around the yearly changes in seasons and what those entail, and we grow from the experience.  God sometimes allows some negative for our own growth, and I have learned that much like I learned everything else in retrospection.  But we do learn, we grow, and we move on, and that is just living life as God gifts us with it. 

For those of my readers who are students or teachers, may we all have a great school year ahead, and let's try to keep the bigger picture in focus, especially on those days when apathy and dread of the daily grind get to us.  Thanks again, and look forward to next time.