On our way back home
INTRO: WE MOVED
I don't even know the date. Anyway, we are settled to some extent in the new digs and most of the really annoying, stressful issues have been resolved and it is beginning to seem like home. We have trash pickup - no mean accomplishment; if you are subject to the monopoly of "AAA" trash service I strongly recommend you inquire about a competitive company, one of which we found, which was the best Christmas present I could have asked for.
AAA trash service belongs in the trash heap of history. Mark my words: If any company deserves to be liquidated and flushed down the sewer, it is AAA.
Mountains of trash are a formidable problem, which AAA seemed determined to prolong from the day we moved in when they picked up our trash AND TOOK THE TRASH CAN AND SUBSEQUENTLY REFUSED TO RESPOND TO OUR REQUESTS FOR SERVICE FOR TWO WEEKS until we discovered we had a choice in trash removal companies (it's now been three weeks and AAA still has not returned our numerous calls - I'm thinking fourth or fifth circle of Hell).
Other than that, the difficulties have been manageable. We had carpet installed immediately prior to the move-in; we got russled around like gimpy pigeons during move-in day; and then we stupidly left ourselves only 20 hours to clean out the old abode on the final day, the conclusion of which will go down in my personal history as the worst 2 hours of my life even exceeding the last half of the marathon I once ran after no training at all (clocked in at 5:18 - the major surprise was that no matter how limber and overall healthy you are you cannot fool your leg muscles and they lock up completely after 13 miles if they are not used to running, and then brother you are dead meat).
But we have gotten the furniture delivered and put together (much by me) and unpacking has progressed to the point where I can open a bottle of cabernet with my own wine opener and I can drink said vino from my own coffee cup while sitting at my own kitchen table typing into my own wireless Internet portal.
PART TWO: NO, WE'RE NOT THAT SHALLOW, BUT OTHERS ARE DEALING WITH THE BIG STORY
Ok this is obviously not a current events post but it would be stupid not to acknowledge current events: The tsunami seems to be the worst natural tragedy in the history of mankind. In the realm of important stories, this is pretty important. I'll only add these thoughts to what all the other smarter people are undoubtedly saying:
This horrific series of tidal waves may result in the deaths of 250,000 people. Stalin is said to have killed over 20 million people.
Man is more dangerous than nature.
I'm thinking that whatever God accomplished with that Noah-era flood - whether it really flooded the whole world or was just a breach in the vicinity of the Black Sea - He probably was a little taken aback by what we have done here on our own in terms of sheer murder. Mother Nature is tough but we humans are brutal.
PART THREE: CHOICES SHOW WE'RE NO HEROES
We gave some extra money to the church last week, mainly because we've been lax throughout the year. Also we were conscious of the tax deduction aspects - hey, we're not saints, we're just doing a few good things and trying to take credit for each of them. But now it seems like we should consider giving more.
Contemplating this choice in the light of current events makes me think that so much of what I normally consider important is totally superficial. I'm in the process of shopping for a car. I will scale back on this purchase and send some extra dollars to the relief efforts.
PART FOUR: GOOD NEWS IN THE FACE OF BAD NEWS
Bad news is rampant; it is everywhere in our public and personal lives. To be honest, it dominates my thinking. Even without the tragedy of recent days, I'd have said that life is mostly one problem after another, and when things are looking good a dark cloud is undoubtedly on the horizon.
This is the difficulty of the Gospel. For me, it is hard to accept the general concept of Good News no matter where it comes from. I think this is why the general response to the life of Jesus was equivocal. He came as the messenger of good news, but we were not ready to accept it. Signs and miracles were not enough to shatter our ingrained, cynical perception of life on Earth.
This is why I am not a preacher. I believe in the Christian message but I am not one to sell it to others. I am lacking in faith. Even if you give me unassailable evidence that something Good is around the corner, I will be plagued by suspicions that a hammer is about to fall.
How to recognize and accept something good: This is a problem, and it is what I will be working on in the coming days. It may not be interesting for others, but it is all I care about right now. Life is pointless if you cannot respond with happiness to good news.

