Might be a short posting tonight.
Apparently the body is still in its manic phase. Let’s see…..64 1/2 hours now, and….5 hours of sleep if I total it up….Must be having insomnia. I’m not cranky, just a little unfocused.
The task at hand….”Words mean things.” WORDS MEAN THINGS. I find myself saying that a lot these days.
Words mean things. Words can help communicate things to you. And words can influence the way you think. Behavior modification through verbal entrainment. It’s a science.
If you’ve never thought about it, it’s probably being successfully used on you. And if you expose your mind to any electronic means of communication, you are probably being herded into “correct” attitudes and behavior.
Now I’m feeling cranky. It happens every May 1.
This is a workman. He is putting himself into the product of his work. That is, his effort and skill, his mind and his will. are all in the work he’s doing and the product he’s making.
For many centuries the Christian world has honored another workman.
This is Saint Joseph, the man Jesus chose to be his foster-father on earth, in Nazareth. We look with wonder and admiration at Joseph’s manly piety, his strength of character formed by his faith, the love and protection he gave to his family, and the material support which he provided through the work of his strong hands.
We are told that Joseph was a “teknon” — a builder; a workman who used stone and wood to build things. Did he manage a small family contracting business and employ others? Was he an “independent contractor” working out of his own home workshop? One thing we believe is he passed on his “building” skills to his Son, the Creator and Builder of the Universe. Did the quality of Joseph’s workmanship assure a steady supply of customers?
Now compare the word “workman” with the word “worker.” The words matter. Again, for many centuries we have honored Saint Joseph the Workman.
What is it we are being told to think about on May 1? St. Joseph the “Worker”? And why?
Well, tomorrow I’ll take you on a little tourist trip to my town. I’ll show you some workmen and some of their workmanship, and maybe answer those questions.
Right now I’m going to that weird place called bed. Shortly after, I’ll probably be looking out through Rasputin-like eyes wondering what I’m doing there…bored and vulnerable.
65 1/2…