LANGUAGE IN A POLLUTION JAM
(Time out for some humor)
It’s hard to talk to each other in the midst of a raging storm.
We get used to it. We shut out the powerful raging storm all around us. We shut out the tumult of conflicting interests battering up against each other, battering up against us. Life goes on with great uncertainties, no safe and quiet ground to stand on; and still we talk to one another as best we can; we care, we’re interested, we help out when we can. We’re pretty sure there’s been some mutual understanding.
So, communication can be difficult, of course, but sometimes we can find humor in the situation and just enjoy the wonderful human absurdity of it all.
Son gave me a little gift one day – a fun little gadgety gift that is actually of some help in the dry indoor air. Here’s the box —
Kind of cool – you fit this cap onto any bottle of water, and it makes a nice mist.
It wasn’t, however, “made in America,” so the instructions sounded a little “foreign.”
Instruction #1: Pile the filter into humidifier completely. When you pull out, please do it on the opposite direction. (Okay. I think.)
Then in the “Notes” —
This is not waterproof products. When using the product erect, avoid the water into the product. (uh, this is to be used with a half-liter plastic bottle with water in it . . .)
Please place it beyond the children’s reach.
Please place the product away from the human body for 30 meters, for without ventilation completely, drops of water will come into being. (I don’t think my house is 30 meters long.)
When you are aware that the spray output of the humidifier is in a pollution jam, please change into a new filter.
Plug the cable softly.
When you use automotive electrical appliance, electrical appliance, expensive products, pay attention to not make it wet.
Dropping out the product will make the product out of work. (Makes sense.)
Do not use it for the other purposes. (Yeah, I won’t.)
And then the big caution: Any problems happen, please do not disassemble, repair the product and contact with retailers.
(Amusement aimed at me!)
I dabble in languages.
There are certain things I like to read in one language or another; those darn footnotes in my books are in many languages; I feel compelled for some reason to check the news in German every few days; I worship in another language altogether. But if I were to write or talk in those languages, I’m very sure my words would be a source of amusement for the native speakers of that language.
I’d be the only one who knows what I’m talking about!
I think of Jesus teaching on a hillside speaking important truths to the people crowded around Him, listening intently to every one of His words; and the look on His face is one of bemused affection, because He is knowing they don’t understand what He’s saying — yet. Bemused affection: gently seeing the humor in the situation.
He is patient with us; oh, so patient.
During this Lent, I’ll be writing more and more about the Church’s teachings. That is, doctrines, practices, and spiritual growth.
I suspect I’ll not communicate well.
One big language pollution jam.