Wednesday, January 25, 2006

God is Love

"There will always be suffering which cries out for consolation and help. There will always be loneliness. There will always be situations of material need where help in the form of concrete love of neighbor is indispensable," (Pope Benedict XVI) said.

I am proud to say I have been doing my part to advance the cause of the faithful and God's will by concretely loving my neighbor, at least twice a week. Next time, I'll think holy thoughts to make it more special.

4 comments:

Kate said...

LOL. Best wishes to you and your neighbor. :-)

cjblue said...

*Trying to figure out which neighbor I should love concretely, in order to fulfill the Pope's edict.*

Oh, wait. I'm a Jew. I don't have to listen to the Pope, which means I don't have to choose just one! Yippee!

Your CDs are a huge hit chez cjblue and they've been confiscated by my kids.

PFG said...

Gosh I hope I picked the right one. I mean, what if he meant DUI boy under me (the one with the van that has the hand done bad ass drawings on it) or the sex offender two doors away?

cjblue - glad the CDs are a hit. Sorry they confiscated them. Did you explain what "horny" means to them?

cjblue said...

No, I haven't had to just yet. I'm sure I can fudge my way around it. They think "mattress dancing" means, you know, dancing around on the bed, and "sin" is staying out too late and drinking a lot of tequila. Mattress dancing is, of course, a sin as well.

D took the Tacobel Canon in to play for her music teacher who thought it was hysterical and called in any teacher she found wandering the halls to play it for him/her too. So then A had to bring the b'day CD in so her teachers could play "my song" and both CDs went with warnings. For D's music teacher (You want track 4 - be careful there is some South Park stuff on here that might not be so appropriate) and the same with A's teachers.

A's teacher begged me to get her a copy of my b'day CD for her. She would have just burned it herself, but that doesn't work so well, burning a burned CD apparently. I don't know this teacher well enough (she took over when the reg teach went out on maternity leave) to beg a copy of my very special b'day CD for her.

It's a sad realization that even as a Jew, with all the many neighborly love options abailable to me, not a single one appeals. How very lucky you are, pfg.