Oh, well, there are good things too.

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One of my favorites?  Actually a woman?  Yeah.  Always right?  Probably not.  Did she just do her best though?  No.  She made it right, in living and efforts, even when it no longer made a lick of sense to her own brain.  It's like her spirit knew, though.  She was lead.  She followed.  And, on this one, I believe it is right to call her a saint.  What is better?  She is wholly rejected by the left, if that really boils down to her belief in life and her faith in spite, sometimes, of herself.

She knew suffering, personally and among those she served and with whom she worked.  She fully admitted not always understanding.  She suggested for many years she lost a connection to why to serve, or who her Lord was, or as I gather things.  These things I know, if no longer anywhere nearly as well as she knew them.  If I have been far farther from the path than she could ever have known, and more lost than any alive probably understands, for decades.  If she is in a totally different class, a more rarefied one, purer, thus more beset by evil.  She put these things into her service.  Not a simple plan to follow, but the only one that will get you where you really want to go.  Even the damned want heaven, for what little want alone will get one.  Yes, yes, I... leave these things in God's hands, for I have failed.

Suffering isn't a thing to be avoided.  To my way of thinking, the song from a recent post, about being addicted to pain?  That isn't as direct as it seems.  Someone who is addicted to drugs is addicted to the pain of trying to escape pain.  Some do it with drugs, others with sex, others with porn, and yet others with intellectual, philosophical, psychological games.  Facing true suffering with courage is a maturity.  Some days I am weak to it, facing pure physical pain often, and yet I have learned to live and move through it, or simply endure it.  No longer seeking a way out of it.  Handing it in, as with my blindness, to God.  If He won't fix these things now, I believe they will serve as a duty.  The worst of pains is the avoidance of pain.  Because pain will find you everywhere in life.  Only in death can you truly escape it.  Meaning, especially for the desperate, suicide of one form or another.  Though, if you are a true human, you cannot die.  Yeah... avoiding pain will lead to eternal tortures.

Hmm?  Oh... well...  I think this is positive.  A warning, but also remembering one who suffered for life, even when she didn't understand, and is truly hated by this world for that.  A saint without a doubt.  Amen.