Sunday 12 April 2020

Easter Irony, That Book I Wrote, and Me


      Hi guys,

      Well, it’s formally Easter (though it’s been Lentmas since mid-January, eggs and buns ahoy) – Oh, Western Christian Easter, Orthodox Easter is next week. And past three live-streamed mass from near-empty churches courtesy of the Golden Crowned Lurgy, yeah, I feel a part of the service, despite no bite of the bread or sip of the wine…

      Okay, I only got as far as the homily in the St Mary’s Sydney Good Friday service, when the Archbishop decided to decry technology, science, and governance. Ironically through the medium of technology, brought to us by science, from the mouth of someone who is part of a governing body.

      I get it, look to Christ in times of trial. But in the age of Golden-Crowned Lurgy, maybe it’s find Christ in scientists using technology to develop and test a vaccine, in governance showing leadership and steering us to reduced viral transmission.

      It’s no wonder the Church can be seen as out of touch. Admittedly, one Archbishop isn’t the whole Church, and one Bishop saying Coronavirus is a product of a deeper malaise (I see it as an opportunity to address that deeper malaise – carelessness towards the poor, the suffering, etc.).

      Anyway, the Bishop and the Priest’s homilies in my local diocese Saturday and today were better and more on point to the times we’re in. It is my mistake Friday to let a viewpoint put me off the service, the message that technology, science, government, while they can be used for good, can also do the gravest evil. But the Church has done evil, too, so I see the holistics.

      But Happy Easter, blessings of new life and grace to all. Sure that sounds religious, but that’s what recovery is, too, shame to grace, a fellowship to know and live with. Spiritual is the word. And while religion is all spirit, not all spirit is religion. And there’s the good one I usually wish, a warm gift.

      And how’s Three Ways? Going absolutely nowhere really slow. Sod it, I have a reader, and this side of tax time I have designs on a cover artist, maybe an editor, but after the car service, paying off the credit card – okay, part of paying off the credit card. The breaks of being a poor artist. But anyway, here’s my release and self-interview post, and here’s the chapter one tease. And fingers crossed, maybe you’ll click the buy button. Here’s hoping.

      And as I was going to link last fortnight, here’s my other big posts of first quarter, Giftsand Writing Myself In. It feels a better time for it.

      And me? I’m doing well. I’m past the disconnect of online recovery, and already two meetings up and going for the third tonight. It might be ahead of where I’m at, and I might be bailing the meeting right on finish again, I know it’ll be glad for it.

      So, there it is. Nothing more to add. Hope you’re all safe and healthy, but let us remember the sick and those who lost their battle to the Lurgy, think of the poor and needy, and can come out of this crisis more human than when we went in.

      All the best,
      T.M.