D.C. Deux

by Shannon


Basically a photo dump from Day 2 in D.C. I spent the first couple days in seminars, eating free food and schmoozing, so this post is just the guys, perdy much.

DAY 1

The view from our hotel room. You can see the Washington Monument off on the left,
in scaffolding due to earthquake damage. 

While I wasted away in seminars, Ryan and Cruncher walked to the
Capitol Building, and then off to the Newseum. 

The view from the Newseum balcony (Canandian embassy on the one side, Pennsylvania Avenue in front).

Ryan TOOK PHOTOS in the bathroom because he got a kick out of real (goofy) newspaper headlines on tile. SO HE TOOK PICTURES. WITH A CAMERA. IN THE BATHROOM. Weirdo. 

Some stinkin' cute kid on TV.

TV broadcast antenna from Ground Zero.

Unabomer's cabin. Yeah.

Top down: part of the Berlin wall, looking up into Checkpoint Charlie,
sign at Checkpoint Charlie, view of Checkpoint Charlie.

This picture warrants a story, not a caption. Those are Cruncher's shorts. And the pocket of Cruncher's short's. When I met Ryan and Cruncher in the hotel room after seminars, eating free food and schmoozing on Day 1, I was told a jaw-dropping story about how my son almost perished on one of those three-story Metro escalators. One second, he's standing there like a good 5-year-old. And then the next, Ryan is ripping my screaming son off of the moving death-stairs, which ate the pocket right off his cargo shorts. After filling out an incident report with the perplexed Metro workers (Cruncher escaped with only scrapes on his ankle), then Ryan almost died/lost Cruncher when the Metro doors slammed shut on Ryan's forearm — with Ryan standing on the platform while holding Cruncher's hand, who was inside the Metro train. Two strangers helped Ryan pry open the doors so he could jump on before losing our son for eternity. Sigh.... Cruncher eased my worries by saying not only did Daddy handle all of these tragedies remarkably well, but Cruncher was also relieved I wasn't there. What a thoughtful boy.  Moving on.

Crazy-long escalators. You'd think a small child would be fearful of escalators after such an incident,
but he seems to love them even more. He lived to tell the tale, I guess. 

Churchkey, where we met one of Ryan's Internet beer friends for dinner.
And beer. Duh. We ran/walked through the rain for about 15 blocks to get there.
Luckily, the food was tasty. We caught a cab back to the hotel, and the fare wasn't
much more than Metro tickets for all three of us. I was pretty tense the whole
eight-minutes cab ride, though, since it was Cruncher's first car ride
without a carseat or booster. Okay. I was a wreck. We all slept well that night.

Death in Judgment

by Ryan

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends..." 
– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

These words, among my favorite in the Lord of the Rings series, stand as a lesson on mercy and grace for the Christian. We should have mercy for the creature Gollum, who may deserve death, but we must also trust in grace. Grace can produce fruit out of the most hopeless of situations; this story provides a perfect example. Unfortunately, for every Abby Johnson there seems also to be a George Tiller — some human being who performs acts that are, in the understatement of understatements, utterly disgusting. Surely, if anyone is in Hell, it is men like Tiller the Killer (as he was often called) who is now paying for his crimes against life. Does that conclusion make you happy? Are you glad that Tiller the Killer can kill no more? I am glad that he can kill no more, too, but I am none the happier that he is part of the body count.

What if the story had a different ending? What if "Tiller the Killer" had a "Damascus road" moment and repented of his past life? What if George Tiller became the biggest advocate against the abortion industry, and became its biggest enemy? What if his book had a 4 1/2 star rating on Amazon.com? We will never know; the man who cut so many lives so violently short had his life cut violently short.

So, most of my loyal readers (I know you're out there, mom!) would never go so far as to kill someone who is doing evil — we cannot use evil means, such as murder, to reach good ends, such as a reduced number of abortions. Still, we would do well to mind the tone we take in the numerous "social network" debates that we have with "Osiris Nostradamus Darko" or whichever bogus name the secularist we are arguing with this week happens to use. While we aren't killing these people with a weapon, we cannot calculate how much damage we are doing to the soul of a person by using the same sarcastic tone and cutting insults that even they might be using. We have to be mindful that the mission of Christ is one of mercy, and not condemnation, when having these conversations.

As always, scripture provides us with good company in our errors. This week, we have the always "encouraging" example of the apostles; pre-Pentecost, of course. In Luke 9, the apostles have just been given the authority over demons and disease, which they put to good use immediately. Yet, in no time, the apostles come across a particularly difficult case of a boy with a demon (Lk. 9:37-43). The response of Jesus, who heals the boy, is telling:

"O faithless and peverse generation, how long will I be with you and endure you?" (Lk. 9:41)

It seems that a lack of faith was a culprit in the failure of the apostles. Surely, the same would apply to the apostles when proclaiming condemnation, right? Later in the same chapter, Jesus and his apostles are passing through a Samaritan town that does not welcome him favorably. Instead of the customary "dusting off the sandals," James and John have another idea:

"Lord, do you want us to call down fire from heaven to consume them?" (Lk. 9:54)

Are we so different from the apostles in this story? Don't we too often have the faith to condemn, but not the faith to heal? Are we so obsessed with winning arguments that we forget about winning souls? It would seem to be no coincidence that the story of the Good Samaritan, who saves the man near death,  even when a priest and Levite will not, is located in the next chapter. In Scott Hahn's commentary on the story, he points out the lesson of St. Augustine, who compares the man "near death" to Adam (or fallen man) and the Good Samaritan as none other than Jesus, who comes to save the man near death. Christ brings him to the inn — the Church — where he continues his healing, even after Christ departs. Perhaps Augustine would permit us to be fellow lodgers at the inn, caring for our brother on his road to recovery. After all, Jesus has provided the denarii — the grace — to provide for all of his needs.

"Whatever you did for the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."