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Tommy

We bought the tickets back in May, when Papa was still here, still relatively stable. Things were relatively normal. But when a death comes, you start to second guess things.

Still, K and I have been so impressed with how the Boy has taken to guitar, how much he practices it, how interested he is in discovering new guitarists, that we decided that instead of it being a date night it would be a father-son-Mexican-feast-Tommy-Emmanuel evening.

I wish I could have gotten a picture of the Boy’s expression at times. “How is he doing that?!?” was a common comment.

Just listen to his show-closing (non-encore) version of “Guitar Boogie” to see what the Boy meant:

First Day 2021

It was yesterday, but I only got the pictures from K today. First day 2021. The Girl starts high school.

The Boy, now in fourth grade, is nearing the end of his elementary schooling.

These are big kids. How did that happen?

Other Years

Yoga Fears

I'm still following a couple of Bible in a Year podcast groups on social media, and the other day I saw this post:

Hi. I was wondering If someone can tell me if practicing yoga goes against the Catholic religion? If you are doing it for stretching and relaxation purposes ? Thanks. I met a woman in a store that heard me mention yoga and went off on how that’s like devil worshipping.

I remember encountering such concerns when I was a kid. Everything seemed a potential link to the Dark One: popular music, popular films, popular anything. The devil, it seemed, was always lurking just around the corner, always waiting for us to slip up so he could slip in. Yoga was among these worries.

Not everyone was having it, though:

You would think the church would worry about important things...and I don't think yoga and keeping your body healthy and breathing are much of a problem.

Every now and then, I see a kindred spirit on these message boards, someone who thinks, "Hold on -- that doesn't make sense," and then goes ahead an says it.

How many people are actually like that, though? I'm fairly sure that thought comes into plenty of people's minds and they simply disregard it or even banish it as being a trick of the devil.

Some people in the message stream, though, seemed to be of two minds, or to have changed their mind:

Yoga has become so mainstream and it seems so innocent. I did it for years. Then I learned how it was occult and stopped.

"It seems so innocent." That is how the devil lures you in: he seems so innocent and then, boom! He's got you!

I find myself wondering whether these folks see the contradiction in their thinking. On one hand, they're always saying that "the Lord's got this" and "I have no fear because I trust in God." Yet moments latter, they're hyperventilating about how the devil can sneak in unawares and possess your soul.

At this point, an authority figure -- a church deacon -- stepped in and shared his thoughts:

As a deacon in the church and someone who has been specifically trained and has done deliverance ministry within the confines of the church, while i can’t go into detail, practicing yoga like Ouija boards, like believing in horoscopes telling the future, like tarot cards, like hypnotism, like spiritualism, like seances etc. is like opening a crack into the evil one’s domain.

Specifically to yoga, the poses emulate the postures of Hindu gods, the mantras can be prayers to the pagan gods, etc.. While. the rationale of intent is used as a reason, I. E. That it depends upon the intent, when the guard is down, inadvertent openings occur. While you likely won’t find a definitive statement from Rome, I believe it safe to say that avoiding a potential issue is practicing safe spirituality. It is best practice to avoid the near occasion of evil. there are alternatives. Often seen as new age which should be avoided.

The things he lists as potential entry points for a demonic spirit just waiting for a chance, for a moment when everyone's guard is down, deserve some scrutiny.

Ouija boards appeared in the late 19th century, but it wasn't until World War I that spiritualists began claiming that they could use the boards to contact the dead. Scientific inquiry has determined that participants are moving the planchet through ideomotor responses, which are all involuntary. In other words, it's not spirits doing the moving; it's the participants themselves.

Next the deacon listed "believing in horoscopes." Other than just making you look gullible, I'm not sure how believing in the vaguely written horoscopes so-calls psychics create can in any way open you up to demonic possession.

Derren Brown, the English mentalist, has shown how these horoscopes are vague nonsense by giving readings to different people and providing them with the exact same horoscopic predictions. They were all of different astrological signs and had all had in-depth conversations with Brown, but they all felt that the reading and prediction that followed was eerily accurate even though it was the same one for each and every one of them.

The skeptic James Randi once wrote horoscopes for a newspaper by taking old horoscopic predictions from other newspapers and simply scrambling them.

The same thoughts apply to tarot cards as to horoscopes, so I won't rehash that.

Hypnotism, more than anything else, shows the weakness of the brain to manipulation than it shows any sort of spiritual danger. In an odd way, then, it counts against another element of these conservative Christians' belief, that of creationism. A brain that can so easily be manipulated does not seem to be the creation of an omnipotent being, but Christians have an easy out for this: the Fall corrupted everything. Press that issue with questions (How exactly? What is the mechanism that this mythical disobedience led to physical changes in humans and the planet itself?) and many will simply resort to, "I don't know how, I just have faith in God's word, and that's what God's word says." Point out that actually the Bible says nothing about the so-called Fall leading to a deterioration, a spoiling of the physical world and that that, therefore, is mere interpretation and you'll likely see that this person doesn't even understand the objection and will simply reiterate earlier points. It's easy to see why: opening up to such doubts is more dangerous than opening up to potential demonic possession, because doubts lead to visible consequences (people leaving churches) where as demonic possession -- not so much.

The deacon next mentioned "spiritualists," which I assum he means those who claim they can talk to the dead. People like James Randi and Derren Brown have so completely and thoroughly debunked this whole practice, this whole industry, that it's shocking anyone still thinks these spiritualists are talking to the dead. In fact, they are doing nothing more than cold reading.

Seances were nothing more than parlor tricks of the late nineteenth century, and those conducting seances were hucksters and con artists. The bumps, thumps, and noises were manipulations, and the levitation was nothing more than common performance tricks.

So science, logic, and common sense have shown every concern the deacon raised to be, in fact, nonexistent, or worse, a hoax.

Next, the deacon explained that "While. the rationale of intent is used as a reason, I. E. That it depends upon the intent, when the guard is down, inadvertent openings occur." I have so many questions about this.

First of all, what is this guard he's talking about? It would have to be some kind of spiritual guard since we're talking about spiritual issues. (Never mind the fact that a consciousness without a physical brain is, as far as science has determined thus far, impossible, thus rendering the whole existence of any spiritual being, good or bad, impossible.) If we don't even know what it is, how can we be sure it is up or down?

Second, what are these openings he's talking about? If it's all spiritual to begin with, there are no "openings" or "closings" because those are descriptions of physical things, places physical objects can slip through other physical objects. A spirit doesn't need an opening. Even in the New Testament, the resurrected Jesus walks through walls and such. What is this opening?

Third, how can these things be on purpose or inadvertent if we don't even know what they are or how to control them?

This leads to the most troubling question: what kind of god, who loves his followers and wants them to be safe, would allow such inadvertent openings to exist? Is it out of his control? It also calls into question the supposed benevolence of such a being. It seems like he's saying, "Oops -- you let your guard down. I know you didn't realize you'd done it, but that's how these things go. I'm just going to let this demon slip on in and control you."

Of course, the whole idea of demonic possession in the twenty first century is laughable. It's oddly telling that only Christian believers get possessed and not atheists.

I'm sure most Christians would simply reply, "Well of course they get possessed: they just don't realize it or even believe in it, so they're not going to do anything about it." Indeed, evangelical podcasters and broadcasters regularly declare that this person or that person is, in fact, demon possessed.

Finally, someone just asked point blank:

I may be dumb, but why in the world would that go against our religion.

I guess this individual hadn't read the deacon's detailed response, but another member gladly and succinctly explained it:

because of the yoga positions are honoring Hindu Gods

You can only prod a skeptic so long before he responds: I had to join the conversation.

Just what do you think, [name redacted], being in those positions does? Doesn't intent matter? If one is not doing it in order to honor the Hindu gods, is one actually honoring those gods? It seems odd to think that getting into position X with the motivation of strengthening certain muscles would cause harm just because someone else gets into position X with the motivation of honoring some non-existent god.

Another participant tried to explain it this way:

sometimes our subconscious leads us into places WE don’t need to go so I’m just suggesting you watch the women of Grace video and I have a different opinion but mine is lead by our GOD so I’m trusting HIM. I respect each person opinion as well

I replied,

So getting into these positions will somehow trick our subconscious, which will then subvert our conscious intent and make us unconsciously worship these gods? I'm not trying to sound snarky -- I just don't understand.

The other participant simply pointed out that it was not her job to convince me and that I need to turn this over prayerfully to God for guidance. Reason had broken down. Logic had disappeared. Faith had entered.

My ability to hold back ever diminishing, I got a little ridiculous:

What if I am playing with my son, wrestling around, being silly, and one of us accidentally strikes one of these poses? If intent doesn’t matter, then I could’ve accidentally opened some demonic gateway just by playing with my son. Does that make sense? It doesn’t to me.

It seems like a childish objection, but in fact, it's a serious concern if these Christians are right about yoga. If intent doesn't matter, then getting into one of these compromising positions accidentally should be a major concern.

The opposite, though, is another concern: what about non-Christians making the sign of the cross? Does this have some kind of inadvertent effect? Is God just waiting for us to slip up and slide a little grace in just like the devil is waiting for us to slip up and take our souls?

I suspect the deacon, were I to ask him these questions, would not have a ready answer, or he would not have an answer that, in turn, raises more logical issues. Believers see this as getting carried away. "You can always find a loophole, some kind of 'what if' question," they might respond. They might call it a juvenile objection as our parish priest once did on his blog when discussing the problem of pain. They'll likely tell you that they're praying for you. But they will all eventually reach this point, where there's no rational response to the objection.

In the past, I avoided all this by simply not asking the questions to begin with. I was, quite honestly, scared to ask those questions because I knew there were no answers, and I knew the doubts such questions would bring could swamp what little bit of faith I had. I ignored it, and I suspect I'm not the only one who does that. No, I don't merely suspect; I know. Statistically speaking, it must be the case for some percentage of believers.

A Life

I’ve been working on editing my obituary for Papa. I know there’s not a right way or a wrong way to compose them. Sure, there are traditions and conventions, but in reality, I’m free to write it however I want.

Still, even given that freedom, there’s no way to capture a man’s life in a few paragraphs. There’s no way to tell where he came from, what made him who he was, how he impacted those around him in a text short enough to fit on a memorial brochure.

“I’m glad this is the last obit I have to write,” I think, and then I think again. We never know, do we?

Ideally, we would all write our own obituaries ahead of time, but of course, that’s not ideal at all: we never see ourselves as others see us, for better or worse.

It reminds me of a piece of advice I read somewhere — can’t remember where or who wrote it. It had to do with becoming the “you” you really want to be. It was simple and to the point: “Write your dream obituary, then work backward.”

Papa was far too humble to admit it, but I think he did just that.

Seventeen and Twenty

The images don’t look all that old. The faces don’t look so very different than ours now. The memories of that day are just as vivid as the experience itself. Yet somehow, here we are, our seventeenth anniversary just behind us, closing in on the twentieth anniversary, with two kids, a dog, a cat, a frog, a full schedule, and an entire pile of commitments in tow.

Yet even today, "twenty years ago" has a certain significance: twenty years ago, I was about to head back to Poland after two years in Boston. Having dropped out of graduate school (philosophy of religion is fascinating but of little practical value) and spent a year working at an internet startup, I realized I missed my life in Poland enough to give everything up and return, and so I did just that: packed a few clothes, a lot of music and books, and returned to the life I'd left in Lipnica Wielka.

One artist I took with me was a relatively new find: when I left for Poland the first time in 1996, I'd only just become completely enamored with the music of Nanci Griffith. She’d released her best album, Other Rooms, Other Voices, a few years earlier which I'd bought about a year before I left for Poland, and that album and her 1994 Flyer were among my favorite albums. At heart, Griffith was a folk singer, but she always had a parade of influences and guest artists in her work that it always seems more than simple folk. She sang about missed chances, the fleeting nature of now, the nostalgia of lost love and lost childhood — all the things I think about and write about. She'd begin a blog entry with things like "twenty years ago." She wrote a song about it, in fact:

On Grafton Street at Christmas time
The elbows push you 'round
This is not my place of memories
I'm a stranger in this town
The faces seem familiar
And I know those songs they're playin'
But I close my eyes and find myself
Five thousand miles away

It's funny how my world goes round without you
You're the one thing I never thought
I could live without
And I just found this smile to think about you
You're a Saturday night
Far from the madding crowd

The buskers sing by candle light
In front of Bewleys Store
A young nun offers me a chair
At a table by the door
And I feel compelled to tell her
Of the sisters that we knew
How when they lit their candles
I'd say a prayer for you

It's funny how my world goes round without you
You're the one thing I never thought
I could live without
And I just found this smile to think about you
You're a Saturday night
Far from the madding crowd

The church bells ring for holy hour
And I'm back out in the rain
It's been twenty years or more
Since I last said your name
I hear you live near Dallas now
In a house out on the plains
Why Grafton Street brought you to mind
I really can't explain

It's funny how my world goes round without you
You're the one thing I never thought
I could live without
And I just found this smile to think about you
You're a Saturday night
Far from the madding crowd

On Grafton Street at Christmas time
The elbows push you round
All I carry now are memories
I'm a stranger in this town

She died last week at the young age of 68, and I have been revisiting her catalog, wondering why have been ignoring her music for the last decade. In part, it's K's fault: when she was exploring my our CDs, she discovered and fell in love with Griffith, and she wanted to play her music a lot. A lot. I got a little tired of it, I guess, and that's why I didn't listen to it for years.

So thinking about our wedding seventeen years ago (yesterday) on a walk tonight, I listened Griffith's music and found myself drifting further back, further back, further and further, thinking about events of twenty-five, thirty years ago, knowing full well that soon enough, I'll be writing about our thirtieth anniversary wondering where all the time went. It's a favorite theme of Griffth's and mine. Maybe our only theme.

Polska 2021 Return

I woke up to a text from K that they’d made it through security without any issues.

I checked the flight tracking app I’d installed a month ago just for this trip.

They were well on their way.

And then, a rush to get them…

On the way, a wreck — forty minutes of sitting, crawling forward, sitting. Will I make it? Just how long will I be sitting here? What if I’m here an hour? Two?

Then the airport — lines for everything. The line for the taxis must have been 50 meters long — no exaggeration. It stretched half of the airport at least. And the line for luggage issues — at least half as long as the taxi line. People upon people everywhere. (Much to my relief, almost everyone in masks. I don’t know if it was required. I saw about 5% without.) Finally, I found them, we got the luggage, we made it home.

Four in the house again. Seven with the pets (dog, cat, frog). All is back to normal. More or less.

Last Day of Polska 2021

Spykowice and Cribbage

Welcoming the New Sixth Graders

Who knows what this year holds — we all begin the year with a sense of anticipation and dread.

One Last Visit

The last time this visit that E and his cousins get a chance to go to Wypasiona Dolina, the line park just outside Babcia’s village.