Saturday, February 6, 2010


This blog touts itself as a place where this writer will share, now and again, her meditations on struggling through this temporal world with disability. It's not what you might think; it's really quite a life. But there are moments when I grow damn sick and tired of one-handedness, of limping- of lacking ability. I can hear the little voice in my head now that says " be grateful, you are not worse off and get over your sorry self-pity". That, I suppose, the theologians would say, is the voice of evil itself trying to assert that one's pain and suffering is of no matter, because the precept of meaninglessness stands for the proposition that nothing matters, not even or especially suffering. Thanks be to God that proposition fails miserably. As we've discussed before at this blog, a proposition of truth, even if its core is to assert that nothing matters, still asserts truth. That my friends is the wily answer for the father of lies. When your arch enemy attacks with the wind of relativism whispering "did God really say, or stop whining, you don't matter anyway", you must turn with the sword of truth which is the Word of God - stabbing falsehood well and good.

Saint Paul encouraged the Corinthian church by saying:

I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:10

Because my Saviour knows my every need and the excruciating minutiae of my weaknesses, I can rest in him. Do I always? Sadly, no. Thankfully, his grace is sufficient, even when I wrestle with lack.


I posted on facebook at the first of this year that I'd be calling the year by its proper name- "Twenty-Ten". I haven't the stamina to keep up with all the syllables it takes to say "Two-thousand and ten" It might sound like a trifling thing to you, dear reader, but heck, it's a shortcut with which I can, and will live. I hope you can. All this introduction and meandering to say that I wrote a poem a while back with numbers in the title. And I re-titled it today so it could go in this decade.


Look how we’ve far we’ve come:

to see slaughter
of man in broad daylight,
while distracted experts
argue the temperature of earth.

There is no one righteous, not even one.

Watch the ascent of humanity:

Pharisees in Babylon order she has the right;
Science ordains the puncture of a helpless skull,
Does the pith in the verse stab your mind?