XX. Something for you to try out

XX. Something for you to try out

                So: last time I promised to give you a little exercise to try, and I promised that trying it would be well worth the effort.

                Before I do that, however, I want to tell you that if you’ve already decided that you’re not interested, you can go do something else. The next entry will be along in a few days. Just remember Entry # 20 in case some day you change your mind and want to go back and find out what it is. The bridge will still be waiting for you. Just like is says in the Rule:

Rule # 133: Sometimes we decide not to cross a particular bridge but the bridge just stays there, waiting until the day we change our minds. Not all bridges do this, however, so be careful.

Anyway, on to the exercise:

Take out a journal-type notebook or, if you don’t have one, take three sheets of paper—ruled, if possible. Then commit yourself to filling those three pages with writing. You can write about anything you want. Just jot down anything at all that comes into your head. Don’t censor yourself because no one is ever going to read what you write. And keep this in mind: there is no wrong way to do it. In fact, there is only one rule at all: Keep the Pen(cil) moving. Don’t stop and think. Just keep writing. If, along the way, you think to yourself “I don’t have anything to say,” just write that down, and then keep listening to the tape that’s running in your head, and let what’s in your head flow unto the page. Don’t forget that there’s only one rule: Keep the pen moving.

When you begin, you might doubt you’ll be able to fill those three pages with writing. The Blank Page can be threatening. We never know what bridge is going show itself, and even when it does and we start to cross, sometimes the fog rolls in and we can’t even see more than one or two steps ahead. Don’t worry: it’s okay. In fact, it’s a good experience to have. In fact, it’s an Important Experience  to have.

Think of it this way: how many times in your life have you been walking through the woods in the dark or crossing a bridge (metaphorically, of course), not know what is ahead of you, even if you’re walking with a flashlight. You take a step and the next step appears in front of you. One more step, and another appears. Step by step by step.

It’s nice to know sometimes that we are being led. It’s nice to know that we will be lead. (It’s good to stop and wonder every once in a while who it is that’s doing the leading?)

Think of Columbus crossing the ocean. Think of an inventor fiddling around but now knowing what he’s going to end up with. Think of a writer being led through a poem, or novel. Think of a composer developing a symphony. Except for those very few times when we have an explosion of insight and the finished product appears in front of us (Mozart used to say that often happened to him), most of the time our process is more like the process of filling three blank pages in a journal.

Sometimes, when I’m writing an entry, or even editing one, I have no idea where I’m going to end up. But something always comes. (Of course it does; otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this). And I can tell you right now that when I began working on this entry I had no idea I would going in this direction. In fact, sometimes I wonder if it’s really me who’s writing the blog or whether I’m just some kind of conduit. Neat stuff, I say; also, scary stuff.  But it’s often The Way Things Happen.

Rule # 97: Sometimes bridges appear at just the right time, but not before, and sometimes we can’t see what’s on the other side of the bridge. This is OK. Get used to it.

Rule # 177: If you don’t step out into the unknown at times, you can never accomplish anything spectacular.

Another challenge for you: Write those three pages every day. It will help transform your life. If you’d like to find out more about this, go get yourself a book called The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. She’ll explain all about it right in the introduction to the book.

And that’s all for today. I hope you go and try the little experiment if you haven’t ever done something like that in your life. Maybe you’ve been led in a direction that will surprise you. We never know, we never really know. Do we?

And now I have a list of three more things I want to tell you about: 1) Samantha’s housewarming party; 2) People who don’t think they’re creative; 3) How Hobblestone and Harry got to be friends. Maybe we’ll get to cross those bridges some day.

Meanwhile, don’t fret about any of the following: 1) tomorrow; 2) Why did Samantha think it necessary to buy her own home; 3) random things like avocados.

XIX. Into the unknown.

XIX.  Into the unknown.

                Before I start this entry I want to point out to you that At This Very Moment  you have absolutely no idea where this blog is going to be taking you today. And if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t know myself. This blog itself is a Mystery, just like so many other things in life. In fact, this blog is like life. “How?” you ask. “ I’ll tell you how:

                Just like in life, you won’t know what will happen in this blog until it happens. You just have to wait and see what turns up. Just like in life. In fact, it’s a rule about life:

Rule # 16: We will only know what will happen when it happens. We have to just wait and see what turns up.

Do you remember Abraham (Section V)? Told by God to travel to a place God has prepared for him that he didn’t know anything about? Well, that’s just like us: we’re always traveling toward parts unknown. Sometimes We Think We Know but we are sadly mistaken. All of us. Including me (who doesn’t know how this blog entry will end up) and including you. My goodness, you can’t even leave the house and go down to the convenience store to buy a package of sugar free gum and a bottle of olives without something happening that you never would have expected to happen. A few possibilities:

·         You bump into the person who will become your life-long best friend (or even more than that.)

·         You find a five dollar bill lying in the street.

·         You bend over to pick up the five dollar bill and almost get run over by a Snapple® truck.

·         You suddenly get an answer to a problem you’d been working on all week—it just pops into your head when you least expect it. (That happens a lot. It’s part of the creative process, you know.)

·         You meet a little boy who is crying because his dog just died.

·         You say hello to Virgil’s mother who’s in the story to buy some bak choi.

·         While you’re talking with Virgil’s mother, some masked man with a gun tries to rob the place.

·         Virgil’s mother knocks out the would-be robber with a gallon of frozen fudge ripple ice cream.

Do you see what I mean? As is says in the book of Isaiah, I will lead the blind on their journey; by paths unknown I will guide them.

And then there’s the whole question of who is it that’s speaking those words, who is doing the leading and who are “the blind.” But by now I hope you realize that you and I are the blind ones, dear readers.

Rule # 70: We are often blind, even when we don’t realize it.

Here are some further examples of blind people we have met:

·         A year before Hobblestone’s uncle moved to Topeka, he never would have dreamed that he’d be moving to Topeka. In fact, he didn’t even know where Topeka was.

·         When Virgil was dating Lucinda, he never expected that one day he’d be dating Pam instead.

·         Virgil’s mother was totally confused now that Virgil wasn’t going to marry Lucinda. Confused, frustrated, angry and bitter, in fact. She thought she had had things All Figured Out. (We know about thinking that way, don’t we?)

·         And how could we forget? Until the Disappointing Letter from Graduate School arrived, Hobblestone thought he knew what he would be studying and where he would be studying it. But suddenly, he was faced with a blank slate. An empty page. A future unknown. A bridge surrounded by fog so thick that he couldn’t even tell where the bridge was leading.

·         One night, Hobblestone and Harry were on their way to the movies. At least they thought that’s where they were going. But along the way they saw a car on the side of the road with its hazard lights blinking and, lo and behold, it turned out to be their friend Virgil. His car had just stopped running and he had to coast to the side of the road. They stopped to help him. Harry, who knew a lot about cars, was able to fix the problem. (Don’t worry about what the problem was. It Doesn’t Matter.) But anyway, to cut a long story short, they never ended up going to the movies that night. Instead, they ended up in the Rusty Bumblebee Café drinking overpriced lattes and having a great time reminiscing about the housewarming party they’d been to at Samantha’s new condo. (More about Samantha’s housewarming party later.)

And so there you have it: they thought they knew where they were heading, but they ended up where they never expected to be going. It turned out to be a good evening. They had far more fun than they would have had at the movies. (Don’t’ ask what movie they were going to see. It Doesn’t Matter.) 

On a related note, I know a way that you can experience on a daily basis the sensation of not knowing where you are going. A way that is guaranteed to work. A way that can have an enormous impact on your life if you’re ready to handle the Transformation. Would you like to know what it is? I don’t care whether you do or not: I’m still going to tell you about it. Then you can decide whether or not to cross the bridge. I’ll tell you all about it next time. 

Meanwhile, be assured that this blog will not be dealing with: 1) chaos theory; 2) the history of Amazing Grace;  3) bak choy recipes for diabetics.

XVIII. Transformation 101

XVIII. Transformation 101

                Last time I promised you I’d explain what I mean by transformation. So let’s get that out of the way right now so we can move on to other things. When I  speak of transformation, I’m speaking of a change in nature or character that begins “internally” with words and thoughts, but then begins to manifest itself in actual behavior. Transformation happens when people cross Significant Bridges. Here are a few examples:

·         Hobblestone observed the cat, thought about it, crossed the Flexibility Bridge and stopped throwing tantrums when he didn’t get what he wanted.

·         Hobblestone’s uncle thought about a lot of things that made him able to cross the Leap into the Unknown Bridge which eventually got him to Topeka, where he’s done quite well for himself. And he has very good health insurance which paid for his kidney stone problem.

·         Virgil crossed the It’s Okay To Say if We Just Stay Friends bridge and stopped dating Lucindaso he could finally cross the Pam Bridge. Virgil’s mother, on the other hand, continued thinking that she knew what was best for her son (=marrying Lucinda) and didn’t cross any bridges at all.

·         I thought about how much I loved my buddy’s beagle, crossed the “Don’t Get Mad at the Stupid Mutt  Who Doesn’t Know Any Better” Bridge and didn’t get angry when the dear doggy made off with another one of my socks.

·         Mamma Buttons (you haven’t met her yet) did a lot of thinking about folks over 70, noticed which ones were still brightening up the world and which ones gave up and grew bitter. She underwent a Tranformation, went out to volunteer at the local methadone clinic, and became a beloved “grandmother figure” by one and by all, addicts and non-addicts, policemen, social workers, doctors, nurses, and her 19 grandchildren. She also became a “class grandmother” for Pam’s class at the Hobblestone Elementary School where she grew very adept at recognizing children who were victims of abuse. But that’s another story all together. (And now you’ve met Mamma Buttons, and might I point out that you had no idea you’d be meeting her when you started reading this blog entry. We never know what’s coming up, we never really know).

                Note also that a lot of people never cross any bridges because they refuse to examine the way they think, no matter how much the facts show them that they are mistaken. For them, facts don’t matter; Transformation is impossible. This happens especially in politics and in religion. There’s also a saying about non-transformation that’s been floating around in different forms. Here’s one version: “If you keep thinking the way you’re thinking, what you’re going to end up with is what you have.” Be warned, my friends. Be very warned.

                So give yourself a quick check to see how you’re doing on the Transofrmation  scale:  How has your thinking changed in a way that is affecting your attitudes and behaviors? Are you crossing bridges, or a you still stuck on an island that keeps getting smaller and smaller as time goes on?

Heady stuff, I know. If it doesn’t make any sense to you, don’t worry about it. You’re probably not ready for it yet.

Rule # 147: We can only learn what we’re ready to learn; we can only understand what we’re ready to understand. If you don’t understand this, you’re not ready. Just relax.

                Now I certainly don’t know what you’re ready for or not, and that’s the way it should be. After all, even if I did know who you are I still could only take a guess at what you’re ready for since basically you are a Mystery to me. So I’m going to stop this entry now and we’ll talk more about Transformation some other time.

                Until then, think about these things. Don’t, however, concern yourself with any of the following: 1)” No child left behind” and the damage it has done; 2) mind-altering drugs; 3) What the night life in Topeka is like.

XVII. Some things to think about

XVII. Some things for you to think about.

                So Hobblestone had yet another proof that he God was always taking care of him, especially when he had trouble realizing it. God was using people such as his parents, Aunt Millificent, Harry, his uncle in Topeka, Virgil and many others many times and in many ways, and his visit with Aunt Millificent left him thinking about these things. He successfully crossed the bridge back to the Good Place.

Rule # 90: Gratitude opens the bridge back to the Good Place.

Things for you to think about: Who are the people that God has put in your life as instruments  of his care for you? Is it possible that he might be using you that way in someone else’s life? Can you remember a time in your life when you thought things were going wrong when in retrospect you realize that someone was watching out for you?

But God wasn’t doing all the work himself. Hobblestone had to cooperate, just like you and I had to cooperate. Hobblestone was the one who had to make a conscious, deliberate decision to cross the bridges which opened up before him. And one bridge led to another. But without that first step . . .

It makes me wonder. How many times has God laid a bridge before me which I chose not to cross? What have I missed out by resisting? How about you? We’re back to that fork in the road that Robert Frost wrote about back in section II.

A lot of those questions are unanswerable. At least on this side of the grave, assuming that there are two sides to the grave. Which I do. And I bet you do, too, because if you didn’t, I doubt you’d still be reading this blog. But who am I to make assumptions? Maybe you are, so if you are, think more about these things, would you?

Anyway, there’s a rule we should take a look at. Keep it if you think it makes sense to you.

Rule # 134: Sometimes we don’t cross the bridges what would lead us to a New Way of Living. When that happens, we lose out on something, and we’ll never know what is we lost.

                Ah . . . if only we could tell where our decisions would take us! But life is a mystery . A mystery we sometimes never get to figure out. And as much as we don’t like it, for some reason it’s better that way. Maybe it will all get sorted out , like I said before, on the other side of the grave. But here in this life, we just have to keep praying for Wisdom and Guidance. And if a mystery does unravel itself, be grateful. If it doesn’t, be patient.  

Rule # 67: Life is a mystery.

Rule # 68: You are a mystery.

Rule # 69: Stop trying to figure out what can’t be figured out.

While I’m on the subject: Please don’t forget that you are indeed a precious, unique, beautiful and complex mystery. There are many facets to you, some of which you haven’t even discovered yet. And if you’re like me, there are some parts of you that you can’t even figure out yourself. So how could anyone else. And how dare you, or anyone, assume that you have someone else all figured out. And if ever someone comes along who tells you “I have you all figured out,” run in the other direction as fast as you can, because you’re dealing with an idiot who can only see life in one dimension. I’ll never be able to figure out people like that!

We can sum this up with a statement by Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities):

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

                But on the other hand, if you think you have someone All Figured Out, think again. And if possible, apologize. And in the future, pepper your conversations with humble yet honest disclaimers such as:

·         I may be mistaken, but it seems . . .

·         I don’t know you well enough to . . .

·         There’s an observation I’d like to make—I’m not sure it applies to your situation because only you can know that, but . . .

·         I don’t know what I’d do if I were in your shoes, but . . .

·         Here are some things it might be helpful for you to consider . . .

At this point, it would be a good idea for you to make up a few of your own and practice them just in case a situation arises where you’re tempted to sound like a know-it-all. I don’t know about you, but I usually don’t waste my time getting into any kind of involved discussion with a know-it-all.

I’d like to tell you  one thing at this point. But if it doesn’t apply to you, just let it be. After all, you’re a mystery to me. Anyway, here’s what I want to say. Whenever we open our minds to consider something that we’ve never considered before, there is a possibility that we are about to undergo a significant Transformation in our lives.

Some of you  might be wondering exactly what I mean by Transformation. That’s a very good question, and I promise to answer it in the next entry. Really.

                In the meantime, take a look around your brain and consider if there are any mysteries in your life that you haven’t been able to figure out, and if there are, try to just let them be. It will reduce your stress level. But maybe I’m wrong because I don’t know you well enough.

                And to get started, here are a few things that you can’t figure out yet. Let them be: 1) How old is Hobblestone now? 2) Was Aunt Millificent ever married? 3) How to deal with difficult people.

XVI Just the right thing at just the right time.

XVI. Just the right thing at just the right time.

Hobblestone rang the bell. No sooner had the door opened when Hobblestone was engulfed in a wonderful Aunt-Millificent-Hug, the kind that communicates a lot without any words being said.  She took the piece of pineapple upside-down cake, cooing nice words about Virgil’s mother (Aunt Millificent is one of the few people who ever says kind words about Virgil’s mother. That’s why she gets all the cake.)

They went into the kitchen. Hobblestone sat down and she brought him a glass of Dr. Pepper ®. (Hmmmm  .  .  .There seems to be a relationship between kitchens and Good Places; have you noticed that? Is it true for you as well? There are exceptions, of course. Ask Fr. Anderssohn—two S’s like Mendelssohn—who was the Pastor of Hobblestone’s church.  Father’s  mother had a stroke while washing the dishes in the rectory one day, fell to the floor and sadly enough, expired, while still wearing her apron and with soapsuds on her hands. And no, I’m not going to tell you what brand of dish soap she was using. What Matters here is the point I’m trying to make: Most likely, poor Fr. Anderssohn doesn’t consider kitchens to be Good Places).

                But I digress. Hobblestone and Aunt Millificent shared the piece of pineapple upside-down cake that Virgil’s mother had sent over. Yummy! Then, after Aunt Millificent had cleared the table, he handed the Disappointing Letter from Graduate School to her and sat back, eyes downcast, as she read it.

                “Oh, my!” she said. She put down the letter and looked at him with concern. She said nothing more. She simply sat with him in silence, waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

Rule # 115: Waiting in silence is often a good thing to do when others are in distress.

                Finally, the damn burst. Hobblestone poured out his disappointment, his dismay, his bewilderment, his sadness, and everything and anything else he needed to get out of his system. Aunt Millificent simply sat and listened. Listened deeply, listening “with the ear of her heart,” as Saint Benedict says in his Rule. She kept her silence even after Hobblestone stopped speaking. She simply quietly with him and gave some space to his pain.

Rule # 75: Don’t ever tell anyone that you “feel their pain.” That’s stupid and patronizing. No one can feel the pain except for the person who’s experiencing the pain.

                After a time, at just the right moment, asked him to play a game with her. Aunt Millificent believed that a lot could be accomplished by playing certain kinds of games. This game was going to be challenge for him because of what had happened to him, but he was always open to playing Aunt Millificent’s games. They usually ended up doing him a lot of good.

Would you like to know what the game was? I’ll tell you what the game was:

                She said to Hobblestone, “God gave me a very sweet gift today: I was sitting by the window reading my book when the landscaping guys came by to take care of the lawn. Their lawn mower made a lot of noise, and my first impulse was to get annoyed, but then I remembered that there are often little gifts hidden inside unexpected things. So instead, I closed my eyes and listened to the lawn mower and the weed whacker and imagined that I was hearing a symphony. And what an interesting symphony it was, because each piece of machinery spoke with a different voice. And as I sat there, listening with my eyes closed, all of a sudden this wonderful fragrance came through my window—the fragrance of freshly mowed grass. Oh, it was so wonderful! The symphony now had a scent to it as one of the instruments. So I just sat and savored the moment for myself and was really glad I crossed the bridge from Being Annoyed to being grateful.

                “Now, my dear, it’s your turn: tell me how God has blessed you recently.”

                If you’d like to play the game too, go ahead.Think of how God has blessed you within the past 24 hours.

Hobblestone and Aunt Millificent stories for a while, until Aunt Millificent was aware that he had finally set his foot back on the bridge to the Good Place. Then, at just the right moment, she moved on to her Main Point. (Well, actually, it was God’s main point, but I hope you know what I mean by now.)

She reached out for the book she had been reading and opened it. “I was reading this book while sitting by the window,” she said, “when you called me to tell me about the Dissapointing Letter from Graduate School.  Interestingly enough, the passage I was reading is related to your predicament. Isn’t it wonderful,” she said, “when just the right thing comes along to help us, at just the right time. Would it be okay for me to read it to you? Hobblestone was eager to hear what the passage said. He knew from experience that Aunt Millificent always seemed to have just the right thing to offer him at just the right time.

                Here’s the passage:

[God]knows that you do not know what is good for you and he makes it his business to give it to you. He does not mind disappointing you. You thought you were going eastward, he takes you to the west. You were on the point of striking something dangerous, he turns the rudder and brings you safe to port. . . . If pirates cross your bow, and unexpected puff of wind takes you out of their reach. . . . The journey continues without interruption, and in spite of rocks and pirates and continual storms pursues its even way!

Now it was Hobblestone’s turn to sit in silence. He closed his eyes and asked her to read the passage again. His breathing became more relaxed, and as she read, his breath fell more and more deeply into his body. He shed a tear, but it was not a tear of sorrow. It was the tear of a child who had been lost and tried to be brave until at last he was back with his parent and was safe—safe enough to finally shed tears.

                Hobblestone was safe. He was home. He knew he was being cared for, not only by Aunt Millificent, but by Providence itself. Interestingly enough, the reading came from a book called “Self-abandonment to Divine Providence” (Book II, chapter 1, section 8).

                And for the first time since he read that Disappointing Letter from Graduate School, he was at peace. In fact, he told Aunt Millificent that he was very interested in seeing where it was that God was going to take him since that graduate school was obviously not a bridge he was meant to cross. And even though he was still a little sad, he was looking forward to finding out what was in store for him.

                Can you, dear reader, apply this to your view of your own life? If not, simply ask for the wisdom to be able to see things this way.

And, before we conclude, here are a few things that you don’t have to bother considering; 1) How Guttenberg came up with the idea of creating a printing press; 2) statistics regarding strokes; 3) kitchens of Norway.

XV. It will be given to you

XV. It Will Be Given to You
Where we we? Oh yes, Aunt Millificent was praying for God to help her help Hobblestone if he wanted her to. Now pay attention because this is important: She was praying that God would help her know what to say to her nephew.

                She had confidence that this would happen because it had happened so often at other times (remember the episode of the Terrible Ice Cream Temper Tantrum of so many years ago?). So one thing we could say was that her faith was based on her experience of praying and receiving answers to prayers of this sort.

Rule # 123: People who pray often have experiences which strengthen their faith. Try it and find out for yourself.

                One of her favorite Bible passages came from one of the Gospels: “It will be given you what to say.” This was another promise that had proved itself to be true more times than I can tell you about right now. Again, you have to check it out for yourself if you’re interested; that is, if you want to cross this particular bridge. In my humble opinion, it’s a good bridge to cross. As I said in the last entry, Aunt Millificent was never sure how God would work things out. In fact, sometimes he does it in ways that one never would have expected. Remember when he used The Cat for one of his solutions. God tends to be very creative, you know.

Rule # 124: When we ask for help, it often comes in the most unexpected ways, thank God.

This time when she was praying for guidance, help came quickly. Before Hobblestone got to the house, she took a look at one of her favorite books (I’ll tell you about it later.) and Just Happened to find a passage that might help. Oops. The doorbell rang. He’s here. She put the book aside and went to answer the door, praying, “Lord, help me help him.” –another prayer that she found to be quite effective.

To sum up: Aunt Millificent’s faith came from her experience of prayer and how effective it could be. And having that kind of faith made it easier to build a strong bridge to the land of Trust. 

Rule # 96: Faith helps build bridges.

That is why her faith is so strong. In fact, it was her faith that built bridges for her to cross where she could do a lot of good for Hobblestone, and for many other people who were fortunate enough to have her as a gift in their lives. Just wait until you find out what she did for Virgil’s mother. You’ll be amazed; I can’t wait to find out myself. This blog isn’t only about you, you know.

One last thing for now. Her faith was also the basis for a great deal of creativity. Not that she was an artist or author or anything like that, but just in the way she lived her life and in the solutions she so often came up with to problems she set her mind to fixing. Of course, she would say that God gave her the solutions as a gift. Wow. What a way to life. Can you live like that yet?

Now it’s time to move on. Enough blog for today. But rest assured that you don’t need to know the answers to the following issues: 1) anything about gift wrapping; 2) people who hear voices that tell them to do bad things; 3) people who pray with rattlesnakes.

XIV. Aunt Millificent asks for help

XIV. The Prayer of Aunt Millificent

                So Hobblestone finally made his way to Aunt Millificent’s house, bringing the Disappointing Letter from Graduate School and the piece of pineapple upside-down cake from Virgil’s mother. He knew from experience that if anyone could help him get back to a Good Place it would be Aunt Millificent.  

Rule # 95: Sometimes there are people in our lives who help us build bridges to our Good Places. It’s a good idea to stay in touch with them. 

                Who helps you when you need to get to a Good Place?

How can you help others  build bridges to their Good Places? 

                I hate to disappoint you.  Well to be honest, I don’t hate disappointing you at all because it’s for a good cause, so don’t go running off to a Bad Place because that’s as far as we’re going to get in the story this time. You can always skip to the next part.  

Rule # 36: When you’re reading a book and you get stuck in a boring part, it’s okay to skip over it (unless it’s going to be on the test).  

Now: The rest of this blog entry is about spirituality, so if you’re not in the mood, you can skip it and wait until next time to find out what happened. And then if you end up getting in the mood later, you can always come back and find out what you missed.  

Rule # 53: There are some things you can put off if you’re Not in the Mood. However, this rule hardly ever applies to firemen, policemen, emergency room doctors and nurses, and many others, including little boys who have been told For the Third Time to clean up their rooms. 

Let’s go back a bit. Before Hobblestone drove over to Aunt Millificent’s, he called her to let her know about the Disappointing Letter From Graduate School. “Oh my,” she thought, “I’d better pray about this.” And so she did, which wasn’t surprising because it’s part of Her Way of Dealing with Things. (What’s yours?) So she started praying, just like Saint Benedict said: “Always begin a good work with most earnest prayer.” And so she did.  

How did she pray, you ask? That’s a very good question. I’m glad you asked, so I’ll tell you how she prayed:  She took several deep breaths, and imagined Jesus standing before her and saying “What do you want me to do for you?” just like he said to the blind man one day. And then she answered. 

She did not pray for Jesus to fix Hobblestone; She simply prayed  for God to bless Hobblestone. She left it up to Him to figure out how he would go about doing that. She knew she didn’t need to go and tell God how she wanted him to fix things, like so many people do. She also didn’t go on and on talking and talking like some people do  when they’re saying grace and the food is getting cold. 

She also prayed that if God wanted to use her to help Hobblestone (notice how humble she was—humility is good in prayer), that he would give her the insight she needed to be of help. This brings us to another rule:

Rule # 125: Sometimes God chooses not to use us to help somebody. We have to accept that and not go on trying to fix things on our own. He’ll decide who’s going to help. After all, we can’t all be going about trying to save the world. Jesus did that; all we can do is help in our little ways when and if he wants us to. 

                And just in case you think I have too naïve a view of things, I want to tell you that there were times when God didn’t answer Aunt Millificent’s prayer, like when Hobblestone’s uncle was trying to decide whether or not to move to Topeka. She prayed that God would give her good advice to tell him, but God didn’t answer. Apparently, he didn’t need her to say anything at all, because Hobblestone’s uncle was already getting all the help he needed. In fact, he was already packing his bags and putting the house up for sale while she was praying.        

Aunt Millificent never gave Hobblestone’s uncle any advice at all because she didn’t know what to say. Thank God she’s not like some people (like Virgil’s mother) who always have something to say even thought it isn’t particularly helpful. Sometimes silence is better, and, once again, she remembered what Saint Benedict had to say: Sometimes it’s better to remain silent, even when we have something good to say. If you have a habit of shooting your mouth off when you really have nothing valuable to say, maybe you might put Rule # 15 into practice: 

Rule # 15: When you don’t know, it’s better to keep silent. 

There’s another thing about Aunt Millificent’s prayer that I want to tell  you about, but I’m not In The Mood right now. I’ll save it for the next entry. 

                Maybe this is a good time for you to take a moment and ask God to bless some special people in your life. Just don’t go about telling him how to bless them. 

                And don’t worry about the following: 1) Sources for the Rule of Saint Benedict; 2) people who give advice when it isn’t asked; 3) superheroes.