During quarantine, I had to cut my own hair four times. Fortunately, I have a great stylist, and just followed the pattern she’d already created. Besides, my hair is short and wavy. All I had to do was add a little product, scrunch it to curl, and any unevenness just got mixed into the whole. My hair actually looked pretty good, making me think I could permanently skip those $50 visits every six to eight weeks. There are so many other things I could spend that money on. Unfortunately, everything changed after the fourth haircut.
Our first patron saints are, of course, our name saints, if we’re given saints’ names. In the old days, according to Canon Law, if a baby’s first or middle name wasn’t a saint’s name, the priest would bestow one at baptism. I’ve read some funny stories about priests’ choices! But the Code of Canon Law changed in 1983, and the new naming requirements are not so strict. Canon 855 states that, “Parents, sponsors, and the pastor are to take care that a name foreign to Christian sensibility is not given.” That’s it. Basically, most names are totally fine.
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Hugs. I get lots of hugs at my house. I have a special child. He is a special kid. He gives me lots of hugs. I enjoy this gift of God. I believe God gave me my little special boy just to be part of our family. Sometimes when I need a meditation nudge, I just think of him as being baby Jesus. Sleeping on my bed with me, watching him breathe in and out. Our little son is just like Jesus. And Jesus watches over all of us as we sleep, wake, eat, do our daily lives.
At this moment in time, we may feel like sheltering with Elijah in a cave on “the mountain of God, Horeb.” Or fleeing from God’s difficult work with Jonah on a ship to Tarshish (even a whale’s belly might sound appealing right now). Or hunkering down with the disciples in a locked upper room, discouraged and confused.
I recently read Josef Pieper’s Leisure: The Basis of Culture. It had been on my list for a while, and it’s one of those rich classics that immediately gets you asking yourself, why did it take me so long to read this?! I regularly find myself considering the implications of his central theme: we are made to be contemplative beings, people poised in a posture of wonder as we continually ponder God and ultimate reality — the most real, most essential things. In short, he describes “leisure” as the space that we cultivate — physical, mental, spiritual — to live in a way that allows such ongoing contemplation and wonder.