Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Petitions to Mary

Praise be! A poor soul has finally made another petition! Caution, friends. This particular petitioner is long-winded. However, I've decided to copy the entreaty in its entirety. Here is another long-awaited petition:

Dear Mary:
I hope you can help me. There's this boy I've been forced into socializing with – he's rude, presumptuous, and incredibly full of himself. The first time we met, at a local ball, he REFUSED to dance with me. Not that I would want to dance with HIM, anyway. Since then, however, his behavior has become all the more bizarre. At subsequent social events, he would stare at me all dewy-eyed and pointedly ask me to dance in his weird, anti-social way. It was so uncomfortable it was all I could do to keep my friggin' composure.

In addition to his general lack of social graces, I have come to discover that he has single-handedly ruined the life of several of my closest friends. Like, for instance, he talked my angelic older sister's boyfriend into breaking up with her! Like she's not good enough for him! And he's like the richest guy in the shire or whatever. And, he cheated this charming soldier with these bitchin' sideburns out of this job he really wanted. He's just making friends and influencing people wherever he goes.

I went to visit an old friend of mine who's recently gotten married (to my oafish cousin who tried to marry me -- GROSS, I so don't envy her AT ALL), and guess who should be visiting the area at the same time? Mr. Snubby McPrideful himself. Really put a cramp on my vacay, if you know what I'm saying. I spent most of my time talking to his babe of a cousin (if he had been my cousin, I might have accepted that proposal – incest is okay when you're pretty), but Senor Stick-Up-His-Ass always managed to weasel his way into our conversations.

Then, one morning, as I was resting alone at my friend's house, he comes to visit. He acts all weird and awkward and then starts babbling about how much he "ardently loves and admires me"! As if, dude. He proceeds to insult my entire family, berate himself for being unable to resist my charms, and finally PROPOSE. I DON"T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY. It was all I could do to not run screaming from the room. So I told him where he could stick his "prospects," and hoped that was the end of it.

But, Mary, it was so not the end of it. I feel I may have been horribly wrong about Senor Stick-Up-His-Ass. For one thing, he has one bitchin\' house. Chez Stick-Up-His-Ass has it all: hot tub, tennis courts, swimming pool, a nifty little golfish pond, a movie theater in the basement. I toured it when I was in LA, and wow, was it something. Also, I did a little digging into that whole sideburns guy and he may not exactly be trustworthy. And, taking a closer look, Senor SUHA is a pretty tasty studmuffin. He fences! That is, like, so classy.

Okay, so is it wrong of me to drastically change my opinion of a guy because of some choice real estate he happens to possess? I mean, is a goldfish pond worth my womanly virtue? More than that, how do I let Senor-Stick-Up-His-Ass know that I would like to become Senora Stick-Up-His-Ass and have lots of little Twigs-Up-Their-Asses? It's not an easy subject to broach, ya know…("Hey, remember that time I totally shut you down and kicked you out of someone else's house? Kidding! Let\'s go to Vegas!) He's also still kind of awkward, so that doesn't help…Please help me, Mary. You must have gone through something like this with that carpenter. Signed,
Prejudiced But Not Proud Of It

Dear Prejudiced,

In this life, we enjoy only a limited perspective. Our singular point of view offers only a limited vision of the big picture. It is sometimes difficult to ascertain an accurate idea of what we would describe as the total reality of a given situation.

You may have been a victim of your own perspective in your initial assessment of Mr. SUHA. In your early encounters, you could only observe the end product of an unknown series of events. As time has worn on, perhaps small elements of the bigger picture have come into focus for you, and this is a blessing to be thankful for. The wonderful gift of time is that it gives us an opportunity to learn more and the time we have also gives us a chance to change our minds. There is nothing wrong in reassessing your opinion of a gentleman based on additional information.

Perhaps one of the benefits of this time is the grace of knowing that Mr. SUHA, and every imperfect person we encounter, is also acting from a limited view of the totality of events, and grant some compassion and slack since we can appreciate how difficult it is to assess another person without the benefit of knowing all the details of a given situation.

However, I'm afraid that I cannot condone simply reappraising Mr. SUHA based on his material possessions. One great thing about our modern age is that you can earn material wealth in your own right, and so there is no reason to use a man for wealth.

I wish you a lifetime of learning more about Mr. SUHA. Blessings.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Know your Saint Marys: The Mother of God

And now, another new feature of Mary Like the Saint. Certainly, the title of my blog begs the question, "But which Saint Mary is she like?" Well, fortunately there are a plethora of St. Marys from which I can choose, so I can be like a different Saint Mary depending on my mood. Each Mary has something to offer.

I think it's appropriate to start with probably the greatest of Saint Marys: the Mother of God, aka Our Blessed Lady, the Virgin Mary, the Virgin Mother, Mediatrix of all Graces, and other acclamations. Catholic Online claims her the greatest of all Christian saints. In 1950, Pope Pius XII declared as a dogma of the church St. Mary's assumption, meaning that she was bodily taken into heaven upon her death, placing her on a close to equal footing to Christ himself, and providing Christian women of many persuasions their model of ideal femininity.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Meditation:Serendipity

Sadly, people continue to refrain from submitting any petitions, and so I've been forced to come up with different writing prompts for myself. I bring you a new feature: Meditations. Today's meditation is on serendipity.

Dictionary.com defines serendipty as "the faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident." The word is a gift from the fecund mind of 18th-century letter writer Horace Walpole. The word derives from Serendip, an old name for Sri Lanka, and a story called "The Three Princes of Serendip." Walpole explains that in this story "as their highnesses traveled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of..."

One can't help but make discoveries while travelling. The view when you travel is fresh because you are separated from your routine; you can observe your surroundings more carefully because you're not part of them in the way you are with more familiar scenery. Fresh observation creates the possibility for interesting discoveries.

I had a moment of serendipity recently when I ran into an old friend at the airport, on my way back home from visiting family. I haven't been in touch with this person in years, and it was very pleasant to catch up with her. Interestingly, my fresh new discovery was of my past! Serendipity is one of the simple blessings that keeps life worth living.