Screwtape Scribbles Again

This article, “A Screwtape Letter For The Unappreciated Mom,” is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time. It almost seems like Jack wrote it, because it’s so well in keeping with the style of the book.

Some of the better, more convicting (right now) passages for me include:

“A tired Mom makes for a more emotional Mom, and an emotional Mom is a vulnerable one.” Today has been a difficult day.  Just one of those challenging ones when my faults seem to stand out and anxious thoughts and self-doubts snowball.

“We must convince her that her husband is no longer the friend and ally she first married.  Instead, we must reveal every sin and selfish habit, especially drawing attention to his thoughtless actions (mal-intended or not) against her.” And, unfortunately, I took it out of him today.  😦

“Secondly, do what you can to keep her focused on her troubles and pains.” I am ashamed to think about some of the self-centered comments I’ve made to Cohiba that sound once he plays them back to me!

“Along those lines, be sure the Mother starts to value productivity above everything else.” My house… Looks like the house with a baby in it.

Today was just a hard day.

Tomorrow will be better.


If only…

If I could be a fly on the wall anywhere and anytime in history, there are so many places I would like to have been!

At the Eagle and Child when J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and the other Inklings met to discuss their writings. I would love to hear their process and how they interacted with each other.

At the Last supper with Jesus. In fact, maybe in the workshop of Joseph where Jesus worked before he began his ministry.

I would like to have been a fly on the wall of Apollo 13, just to hitch a ride to the moon.  I prolly would have died, though.

The trip before the trip

I love to travel.  I love the smells, the signs, the unspoken social mores for being in a crowd, seeing the different people, seeing the same birds. (A pigeon is a pigeon is a pigeon!) For those that have followed my writing for a bit, this will come as no surprise, but my favorite part about visiting a new place is the imagination fodder than travel provides.

Case in point:

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