a familial rant

They hand me the form non-chalantly. "Oh, and in addition to including the names of your immediate family, be sure to include a picture of you with your family doing something you love."

I pause. (Family? Like you think I'm married with children??? or My family of origin? Do you want a picture of me as a child with my family? Because the only thing we do together these days is go out to eat or sit on a couch and talk about the wierdos in our extended family as if we weren't wierdos ourselves. Or do you want the people that I live my daily life with... like my roommate? Because she is kind of like family, but someday one of us is going to get married or move away or get on the other person's nerves and we won't live together forever so she's not really FAMILY. Or do you mean my basil plant? Because I let it die this fall in a freeze. Whoops. Maybe I should get a dog...)

"Okay, I'll find one. Thanks."

I walk away. (I'm so flippin' compliant. I wish I would call people out on their anti-single behaviors. I like being single at this moment in life thank you very much and I resent the fact that your forms and policies treat me like a second-class citizen. And when the day comes that I am not a single person anymore, a day I do actually hope comes at some point, my language will reflect an understanding that single people are not an anomaly in society. Jesus was a single guy, you know. So shove off. Not really. I'm not that angry. I just think you need a reality check, okay? Cheers.)


on dying

Death and the grief process is something that I find to be highly formative in the human experience. No Impact Man recently shared a link to the blog of a man who is in his closing days of fighting with cancer. He is sharing memories with friends, giving away his books, finding a new home for his cats.

His words are shared with a clarity and a smoothed peace that only the dying know.

He is a Zen Buddhist and his perspectives are very interesting. My heart is necessarily wrenched, but in the fire of sorrow for him, I am given a clarity of hope in Christ. His words have peacefulness, resignation, but not hope and anticipation. I pray for that hope and anticipation. I pray for grace.