The other day my dog paced, panicked by what he had heard outside the house: a lawnmower. He panted as he passed me in the kitchen, while he aimed to detect whether what he heard would hurt him.
It was my lunch break — a quick trip home to eat. While I ate, I thought about the work outside of work that overwhelms me. Stuff to write. A chastity talk to cut from 45 minutes to 30. Flights to book. Contracts to write.
Whoever pushed the mower outside pushed it closer.
Lawnmowers are everything that alarms my dog.
They are loud. They are probably scary to look at. They are bigger than he is, their paths are unpredictable, and their purpose is a mystery.
Last week, the Catching Foxes podcast released its eighth episode: “Authentically Honest About Pornography.” If you listen to one podcast episode in your lifetime, I implore you to make it this one.
I’m fairly certain that for two men to discuss this so honestly, so publicly, is unprecedented. What I like about the episode most is what hosts Gomer and Luke start, and what they model.
Yesterday afternoon I watched a documentary called “After Tiller” on Netflix. Dr. George Tiller was an abortion doctor in Wichita, Kansas who was murdered.
In the wake of his 2009 death, the documentary follows a handful of his colleagues, whose clinics conduct third trimester abortions.
And I liked it.
There is something disconcerting and something else peaceful about being still in thought and silent in word in front of the Blessed Sacrament.
But en route to the church, I think.
I have to spill my guts to Christ, I think.
I think I have to tell him something and wait for his response, or for a blanket of warmth if it’s cold out, or something, or an inexplicable breeze if it’s not (neither has ever happened, it’s just what I think of). That this time, my prayer should be intentional and uninterrupted. No distractions.