Of course…

the world is a mess and we see the reason why every time we look in the mirror. Yet the call of Lent is not so much about the undeserving doing penance to avert the wrath of God as it is about the prodigal coming to their senses and starting to make the journey home.

China's one child policy…

has left it with a huge surplus of males as families opt to abort unborn girls. More here.

Apparently the women who somehow survive the gauntlet will have their choice from the surplus. Some comfort.  Plus its always good for a culture to have millions of unattached men wandering around…

Some wisdom…

If materials are solely responsible for morality, as E. O. Wilson asserts, then Hitler simply had bad molecules. He holds no moral accountability for what he did. People not versed in the art of logic and debate as well as those who are Ph.D. candidates in philosophy know this is sheer nonsense.

You can find more on the mindful hack blog in the links section…

There is a pleasure…

in receiving an unexpected gift and I received two of them this past Sunday. First I was given a beautiful handcrafted box from a parishioner. I’ll post a picture some time so it can be done some justice. Then, on the way home my sister called and told me she had a gift for me from Italy. It was an authentic jersey from the Naples, Italy soccer team. While other people were wearing their favorite football team’s apparel I was at the SOS Club playing music and standing up for Napoli!

What a day!

I've figured out…

why the whole Brett Favre thing bothers me. It’s a reminder of the illusion.

Sports are mercenary, always have been. The athlete is a commodity and as a commodity they’re used until there is no longer any need. Now, in the era of free agency, teams are increasingly also a commodity and the best athletes can pick a team as surely as a team can draft a player.

Favre’s move to the Vikings is a reminder of that, the reality of pro sports as a business and another stab in the illusion of loyalty to team and place that occupied us when we were kids. It’s the stabbing of that illusion that bothers me the most, a reminder that I’ve grown up and the world I wished isn’t, and probably was never, real. Were my childhood Packer heroes with us because they wanted to be or because they made a business deal to provide entertainment? I’m not always going to be sure and as a fan that makes me feel like a commodity as well.

And that’s why I’m rooting for the Saints tonight, it’s the hope that a washed out city could use the lift that a trip to the Super Bowl would mean, even if its only a dream.