Consecutive Days Riding: 70 Consecutive Days Blogging: 71
Today’s Mileage: 8 Total Trip Mileage: 617
As I ride the bike today I am thinking about a routine Susan and I shared this morning, like thousands of other couples we sipped coffee over the morning paper. At one point as we perused the paper, Susan chuckled as she pointed to a church ad under the Holiday Services section. A local church advertised its Christmas Eve gatherings. The 5:00 and 7:30 services were entitled: “Festival of Holy Eucharist.” However, the 11:00 service was labeled: “Holy Eucharist with incense!”
“That’s unusual” she exclaimed “I’ve never seen a Christmas Eve service advertised as being with incense. We ended up deciding that this distinction was most likely made to accommodate any of the parishioners who had allergies to perfume or to smoke, or to both. “You know such a trend could get out of hand,” I stated. What’s next? Services with or without candles? Services with or without “off key” singing by fellow parishioners?
Amidst all the news of contentious senate debates and a blizzard descending on the east coast it was nice to find something to chuckle about!
I perused the local and state news and stopped at the headline: Felon in Prison after Family Tragedy. The brief article painted a sad story. A father was sentenced to 18 months in prison on a weapons charge after his 13 year old son shot and killed his 10 year old brother. The 13 year old used a 22 caliber rifle owned by the father to shoot his younger brother for “taking his spot” in front of the TV. The teen pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter! It is doubly tragic to see two young lives destroyed. One has no future the other will bear a mark no amount of time will remove.
What was the father thinking? But of course he wasn’t thinking, except of himself, perhaps he was angry at the system that took away his right to protect himself. Does it really matter what rationalization he used to make his owning a gun acceptable? The damage has been done. “Fruit doesn’t fall very far from the tree,” is another saying that came to mind. The father was 36 when he took a life; his son was not even half that age before he did the same. Even in these times of joy and celebration when much of the world sings joy and praise to the divine, poor choices and tragic outcomes still abound.
My answer to such stories: pray for all involved and keep no weapons in the house. I would rather take my chances with an unexpected intruder, then to take the risk of an accidental shooting or a tragic youthful choice.