Sunday, June 14, 2009
Schantz Woods
Mark,
I wanted to let you know that a group of alcoholic assholes who meet on Thursday evenings are praying for you and also the boys from the C.Y.O. wrestling team.
I’ve heard it said that God hears the prayers of drunks and children so we’ve got those bases covered. I don’t think even Mr. Gurdjieff could steal these sincere prayers before they get to heaven.
I’ve tried to keep this image of you in my mind- when we were working on the movements hall roof, you were cutting up that steal beam and I was thinking “man, this guys tougher than I thought”!
A group of learned men got together once and asked “what’s the worst sin a man could commit” after some time they decide that it was being a bad example.So I think the best thing a man can do is be a good example,which is what you’ve been for me.
I’ve always admired your kind nature and the way you handle people,always with a sense of fairness. I feel that you and your father can both be called “good householders” in the highest sense.
I want you to know your in my thoughts and prayers thru this difficult time.
Wishing you well,
Matt
(enclosed is a special prayer from Thomas Merton)
11-24-08
Rest in Peace my friend.
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Friends
When we look up friends we open to their world, a different world.
We see the world momentarily from their eyes,
Experience their frustrations, successes, methods, tributes,
Open to their questions about life.
We realize the vast incompleteness of our understanding of them,
How little we actually know or care,
How unprepared we are to enter their lives.
Yet we do enter, whether boldly or timidly,
Blindfolded we enter their domain.
We are aghast at that painting or in awe of another,
We pause at a thoughtful memorial of a common friend,
And wonder at our own lack.
We digest the offering of intimacy over tea,
Recall past conversations with other friends,
Affirm current interests and trends,
While drinking in the deeper meaning:
So much is missing, so much is here,
What really is required of me?
Down what path do I walk?
Our friends can remind us to take a different look.
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