Sunday, September 21, 2025

Book of Mormon Musical: Racist and Crude. Or, Vile and Disgusting

Book of Mormon Musical: Racist and Crude. Or, Vile and Disgusting

    To be fair, let me start by saying that I have not completely watched this play written and produced by Matt Parker and Tre Stone. I also have not watched the complete "Birth of a Nation", made over a hundred years ago as a seminal movie in American and world cinema, but openly recognized as racist and celebrating the Ku Klux Klan to the detriment of the African-American and other populations that it portrayed.

    This musical that appears to be playing in my hometown of Bloomington, Indiana, has been out since 2010 or so. People have asked me about the show, at times, or I have volunteered discussions and critiques about it, especially when prompted by it on Facebook over the years. I would add that it was truly racist and offensive, which I have been ingrained to recognize and call out all my life.

    Racism is bad and needs to be pointed out, and mitigated and eliminated.

    Many people seem to be color blind on this issue. They see the mocking satire of the Church of Jesus Christ missionaries as cute and endearing, the crude language as funny and jocose, the racially offensive stereotypes of the African peoples, semi-fictitious characterizations of their language and culture as hilarious.

    Hmmm. I have many family who have lived in Sub-Saharan Africa. They do not have cartoonish depictions of the Black people of Africa. Parker and Stone do.

    Many people claim the music is top notch and catchy, to the credit of the musical writer (fill in name), and his wife who assisted him in co-writing the tunes. I have heard interviews conducted with the music writer, and his wife. They sound like woke people, despite their offensive lyrics and racially and religiously provocative and insulting words.

    Cute? Funny?

    My Indiana University website that I consult to be connected to my hometown and school , the Indiana Daily Student, has been advertising this show for a week or more now. I hope my dad and step-mom do not go to see it. My dad chose to be a member of the faith back in the 1960s, the same time period he spent over two years being a Peace Corps volunteer in Sierra Leone, West Africa.

    My mom was over there, too, between Togo and Sierra Leone. They loved the people of Africa. They were not racist. I know others who are from Africa and those who have lived there. Almost all the countries.

    This musical puts them down in cartoonish ways that I do not accept.

    It insults people of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in the coarse, blasphemous language alone, not just the simplistic portrayals of the characters lampooned.

    The IDS website constantly pushes an ad that says, "Funniest Musical of All Time!".

    Really. Really? Funniest?

    Could we call it the 5th most racist musical of all time? Surely there are four other musicals that are mores racist, right? But not as celebrated.

    Could we call it the 10th crudest play of all time? There has to be nine other plays in musical format that are dirtier and grosser. Some have nudity, that does not make it crude in and of itself, but there must be a score of musicals that throw around more F-bombs and other gross profanities and concepts.

    Funniest?

    I think that it is one of the saddest. I have not seen the whole thing, no. I choose not to see it, which is part of my stand as to what this play shows and represents.

    Love? Acceptance? Not hate and hateful stereotyping?

    I could be wrong. But thus musical may be an offensive heap of trash, which should be called out for being so.

    I said my piece. Thank you for considering my thoughts and feelings about this work of popular art.

Saturday, September 20, 2025

My Fellow Americans

 My Fellow Americans

    Are we living the dream?

    Driving home from work Friday I saw a guy driving an older looking convertible. He was not going that fast, the weather was nice, sunny and pleasant in the low humidity September. He looked to be content, enjoying the ride home on a Friday, likely after a work week well done. 

    If I had to guess he was in his fifties. Maybe he was in his 60s, but he had white hair. Also, being the guessing type that I am, I would wager that he lives in a nice home, where maybe he puts this car in his garage, and where he has a house that he pays on a good mortgage rate, and perhaps he has raised children that are going to college, or maybe they have set out on their own?

    There are people in the workplace of all stations. We have a guy who is 62, working past his retirement age, more or less, because maybe he already earned one. We have younger guys; we are a mix of the gamut of life stages. 

    There is ample opportunity for getting ahead in the United States. There is huge wealth here, and great opportunities for those that work hard and are hungry.

    Are we living the American dream? Is it always "America" first?

    Hmmm...

Bryce Harper among the All-Time Best, Top 100 Home Run Hitters

Bryce Harper among the All-Time Best, Top 100 Home Run Hitters

    He is 32 years-old, and is marching along as an all-time great prospect. As many of us have anticipated for years. My daughter got tired of these baseball posts, but there are a few pastimes that I enjoy. Chronicling one guy, maybe with a few others tossed in, how their highs and lows go. It was Raines, now Harper. What about Schwarber? And Soto, who just hit the most homers in his career for a single season. Also, Patrick Corbin came up as an "all-time" pitcher. For better or for worst, these guys mean something to a few of us.

    Where is Bryce now? Number 89 among the career best?

    A ver...

    
80.Carlton Fisk+ (24)3769853RHR Log
81.Rocky Colavito (14)3747559RHR Log
82.Paul Goldschmidt (15, 37)3728805RHR Log
83.Gil Hodges+ (18)3708104RHR Log
84.Todd Helton+ (17)3699453LHR Log
 Ralph Kiner+ (10)3696256RHR Log
86.Manny Machado (14, 32)3688170RHR Log
87.Lance Berkman (15)3667814BHR Log
88.Freddie Freeman (16, 35)3649335LHR Log
89.Bryce Harper (14, 32)3637640LHR Log
 Aaron Judge (10, 33)3634965RHR Log
91.Joe DiMaggio+ (13)3617672RHR Log
92.Gary Gaetti (20)3609817RHR Log
93.Johnny Mize+ (15)3597372LHR Log
94.Yogi Berra+ (19)3588364LHR Log
 Carlos Lee (14)3588787RHR Log
96.Joey Votto (17)3568746LHR Log
97.Greg Vaughn (15)3557070RHR Log
98.Luis Gonzalez (19)35410531LHR Log
 Lee May (18)3548219RHR Log
100.Torii Hunter (19)3539692RHR Log 

    I know a lot of the above players during my lifetime. I feel like Lee May was more before my time.   Carlos Lee (the Caballo?) and Vaughn squeezed in their numbers in 14 and 15 years, respectively. Berkman, did, too, plus legends like Kiner in 10, Mize in 15 years, and Colavito in 14. Then you have all-time greats like Berra and DiMaggio in there.  Fisk was a long toother, playing 24 years!

    Bryce is  competing with a few contemporaries, the oldest being Goldschmidt at 37, Freeman at 35, Judge at 33 (the amazing phenom) and then the slightly younger Manny Machado. It looks like Bryce has a shot at outpacing Freeman and Goldschmidt, career-wise, but Machado will be interesting to see whom comes out with the most. 

    The only active players with more career home runs are Mike Trout (33) with 399, and Giancarlos Stanton (35) with 449. Could Bryce surpass either one? Possibly, depending on health and a couple factors. Their eyes, their reflexes. Where they play. Who pitches to them.

    We shall see.

    Sorry, my daughter, if this bores you. Some things entertain an older guy...

    The only thing... I wrote "the only", and then I left it at the end. Editing error.  What did I mean to say?

    I love my wife and family, and all my extended family. I love you all!

    Saturday, many family members outs of town.

Thursday, September 18, 2025

Pangs of Love Tempered by Longing

 Pangs of Love Tempered by Longing

    That may not be healthy. I guess it depends. When you love someone so much that it hurts to know that they are not there, and maybe you will not be with them, then the feelings of longing and even melancholy kick in.

    Have you felt this before? I think that most every human has. Many poets and artists portray this throughout their works. We are thankful for them.

    Can God make up for the lack of human emotion and care? Some, I would say.

    But not all.

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Socialism - Works for Some Well Doing Countries?

Socialism - Works for Some Well Doing Countries?

    When I think of socialism in modern, well off nations, I think of France and perhaps some Nordic nations, like Sweden or Norway, maybe. I need to do some more investigating.

    The United States has some, but it has been frowned on over the generations.

Monday, September 15, 2025

Charlie Kirk, September 2025

 Charlie Kirk, September 2025

    This September we Americans entered a new chapter in our history, provoked by an assassin's bullet, which struck the neck of the very popular pundit, political commentator and activist, born in 1993. I must say that assassinations of key leaders and figures mark periods in our collective histories. I did not know that much about Charlie prior to this event. I know I had seen him speak, and listened to his views at the Republican National Convention and Fox News, of which my family members can attest that I watch regularly. I am a Republican, but consider myself moderate. Some Republicans are too extreme for me. Extremism in any form is usually wrong.

    That said, whatever stripe or angle we consider ourselves, we do not stamp out the right to free speech, even if it is considered borderline hate speech; we do not condone or allow actions with violence, and certainly not murder. It is inexcusable that Robinson or any other person would lash out and take the life of Charlie Kirk. Many people loved Charlie, and a large number of people disliked him, considering his arguments as threatening, like pro-gun rights or stopping abortion, even if it is at the cost of the life of the mother. (I do not know that stance for sure, just putting in an example of a slippery argument attributed to the right wing.)

    Famous assassinations go back in time for millennia, past Caesar over two thousand years ago and on and on back. We look at the modern days, of Martin Luther King, Jr, and Robert Kennedy, of the Gandhis in India, of the attempts on Reagan and the Pope in my younger years in the 1980s. John Lennon, and sometimes random killings of those that are famous.

    Kirk has, or had until the last moment of his life, a large audience, which was part of the zeitgeist and genius of his movement. Big attention, large audiences slewing rhetoric and debates. It may be alive more than ever since his death, posthumously. He started it young and it was going very strong. I was aware of some other conservative voices and speakers more than him, but maybe he was the biggest one? It seems like it now. He may have been, or likely was in retrospect for me, the largest conservative voice among youth in the country.

    Things to think about. We will track back to this later.

Friday, September 12, 2025

May God Supply

 May God Supply

    Could be sung to a catchy or poignant tune, as a song. Tender, if you will. Inspirational, like a lot of religious music. Think Lauren Daigle. Sure. Could be sung by Jason Mraz, or Steven Sanchez, or perhaps the best lower voice, or high, of Hozier. 

    If I cannot be the friend that you need me to be

    May God supply you

    If I cannot be the one that thrills you

    May God uphold and keep you

    
    If I am not the one that greets you

    May God embrace you

    If I am not the man to hold you

    May God enfold you


    We love Him

    He loved us first!

    We serve Him

    He blesses us


    Our God supplies

    The Father provides

    He smiles on us

    He gives us life


    He gave me you

    He let me have you

    He allowed us life

    Sustenance and protection


    Our God supplied

    He doth provide

    He lives inside


   Within you and me


    May God supply you

    All the joy you need!

    May God impart

    All the peace and love


    All the peace and love.


    May you be whole and true.

    I will always love you.

    I will not forsake you.

    Your Father and me.



Thursday, September 11, 2025

Finland: Land of Frozen Giants, Epic Tales, and Warm Saunas

Finland: Land of Frozen Giants, Epic Tales, and Warm Saunas

    I like to write about many things, so why not Finland? Should I start with my first impressions, or my latest thoughts, or a combination of all those things? Yes.
    Linguistically, this country is a pickle. The language is unlike most any other on the planet. I do not think that it falls under the Indo-European language group, like the grand majority of the European nations, which went on to colonize and populate the known world. Russian and Slavic languages are Indo-European, as are Germanic and Romance languages, which are spoken all over the globe. Estonian is close to Finnish they say, which is in the language group of: Finno-Ugric, which falls under the Uralic family, which has a few more languages in the family in parts of Russia. Like, Bjarmian, Ingrian, Karelian, Kukkuzi, Livonian, Livvi, Ludic, Veps, and Votic.

    However, as Wikipedia notes:

    The smaller languages are endangered. The last native speaker of Livonian died in 2013, and only about a dozen native speakers of Votic remain. Regardless, even for these languages, the shaping of a standard language and education in it continues.

         Finnish is the big one of the Uralic tongues, after Hungarian (Magyar), which is in the Ugric family of Uralic. The people, by most reports, are some of the happiest on earth? Why? How come the people of this northern, isolated nation are the happiest?

    Happiness

    I have a few ideas, as do many social scientists, economists, and some other so-called experts of why Finnish people are happy, what makes them happy. They have what they want: jobs, health, vacations, travel, peace, security. More than perhaps any other country in the world, the Finns are enjoying these things.

    Not bad, huh?

    In college I talked to people who were Finnish or those who lived there, and saunas play a big part of the lifestyle. These are intimate areas where apparently the folks do not wear much apparel, and they dip into freezing cold water or snow in between the hot, steamy airs. This sounds titillating or embarrassing to many of us Americans, but I guess part of the Finnish culture is to accept these periods of nudity. Missionaries from our church, as I have heard, keep the sessions between the same sex, as to avoid improprieties of protocol and modesty.

    Each country and culture with its mores and values, their images and self-awareness, sensitivities and concerns. Reminds me of Japan. Strong and independent in their own ways. A boon to the human race in so many senses.

    Strength and Power, Grace

    Some of my earliest impressions of Finland were in the Winter Olympics, where their male hockey teams were very competitive, going toe to toe with the giants like the Soviet Union or Canada. Finns were from a small, far flung country, but they were tough and strong! They were free, independent, and fearless, it seemed. They did not need the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, for decades, not too worried about the vaunted Soviets across their multi-hundred kilometer shared border. Hammer and Sickle? Intercontinental ballistic missiles? Nukes? Whatever, these Finns implied in their fierce solidarity among themselves and the Swedes in contra to the massive and foreboding U.S.S.R.

    Only in the current climate of Putin in Ukraine since 2022 has Finland and Sweden seen the light of the North Atlantic alliance with their neighbors and the U.S. and Canada. We welcome the folks of both Scandinavian countries wholeheartedly. Putin cannot last forever. Russia will become what it is, while the rest of the democratic and sensible world. Russia, alas... But this is about their smaller neighbor!

    I saw pictures of the Finns fighting the Germans in World War II. They were stalwart and intrepid, looking like the biathletes on skis with the rifles slung on their backs.

    Finns were pretty cool. Fighting off the Nazis, then later the Communist comrades. They spoke funny words, but they seemed to be programmed right!

    I met some Finns and became acquainted with their character while working overseas. They were military men. One seemed more laconic and subdued, which seemed to be a national reputation or attribute of these folks, while the other one, who was taller and more slender, was more jovial and garrulous. I thought it was nice to have the contrast of styles between them. The shorter, stockier Finn could leave you guessing by his lack of words or emotions. A bit like Spock from Star Trek.

    I met a Finnish Latter-Day Saint young woman in 1998 in the San Francisco area. She had come to the United States to be an au pair, and she happened to come close to where my friend Jorge was living and studying. Jorge had gone to Scandinavia to travel and find a wife. He met her by asking for a suitable mate from a Church of Jesus Christ General Authority at the Swedish Temple in Stockholm. He indicated the Finnish sister was a good reference. Apparently so: I watched Jorge propose on bended knew to her at the Oakland Temple visitor center. Mexican-American Finns, I suppose they would end up having. I should look them up!

    Logos and Mythos

This summer I checked out some books about the relationship between some of my favorite authors, C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. The reading and notes have been supremely insightful. Both of them have had great imaginative impacts on the world, and certainly me. While I read the more child palatable Narnia series more and more repetitively than Tolkien, who put some serious spookiness in my soul with the sequel to The Hobbit, both series of fiction have had big influences on me, even in the last five years, with the Rings of Power being drawn from Tolkien's original stories from the Silmarillion. 

    These have been well cast, scripted, and crafted television streaming epics. The Peter Jackson films were done wonderfully as well early in the century.

    Well, it turns out there is a Finland connection! Yes, truly. 

    Tolkien was a keen study of languages, and myths, was interested in northern tales and lore, and came upon the Finnish epic which I did not hear much about in my life compared to Norse mythology.  Tolkien and his friends and colleagues were erudite polyglots, with amazing powers of creation, or imagination. For him, this Finnish work of fiction and lore had a great impact and place, infusing his mind and soul with ideas and content that he would eventually manifest in his new myths of Middle Earth. He studied and analyzed the story, or stories of the ancient Finns, which inspired him to get more into "faerie", which is the imaginative and fictitious realm of old and new fables and stories, from which people find pleasure, delight, escape, freedom, hope, and many good things, despite the claims or accusations of many that the worlds of make-believe have little or no pertinent purpose in the world of reality.

    Real or not, these stories affect many of us and drive into our consciousness or sub-consciousness, taking up space in the real minds and feelings of millions of us. Individually or collectively, therefore, ancient lore and art of the Finns had their profound effect on J.R.R. Tolkien, who with his Inkling friends like Lewis, Williams, Barfield, and host of keen and prodigious others, co-inspired and directed each others' works and developments to become and produce what they did. None are bigger in their total effect and influence than Tolkien, one could reasonably argue. I will and do.

    The history and tales of the Finns have had large and small psychological and nuanced impressions on us all! The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion evinced in the Rings of Power. Galadriel and Sauron from the ancient depths of northern, Finnish lore.

    Finns and Finnish. I have done some mind searching, across the decades. They have had their place in music, sport, science I am sure. Politics. The Helsinki Accords, the fuse lifter to the awful, ominous, Cold War of the late 20th century. Finns are part and parcel of the peace  process of the earth, naturally? Why? Because they are smart, and happy, and with it. 

    Is this not true? Did Tolkien have any idea of their presence on the world stage, then in millennia past or how they would figure into the future? Little hyper-active Finland? Among the last two nations to join NATO, the Swedes and they bolstering efforts to ensure no further Russian aggression would push into sovereign lands? 

    Do the stories of Middle Earth verisimulate (I guess I made that word up) or parallel events in today's world? Drone and missile attacks in Ukraine? Devastation and starvation in Gaza Strip? Internecine warfare and gang and terrorist violence across Africa? Drug and illegal production and marketing in Latin America?

    Ahh, what the Finnish might teach us! Should we learn from them? Tolkien did.

     Other Linguistic Musings

    I was in a cafeteria overseas with over a dozen different nationalities, 13 years ago. I would see my Finnish buddies mentioned above, and a few others from their homeland, wearing their flag. In this very multilingual and international milieu, I approached a Finnish man and asked him how to wish someone "bon appetit" or "enjoy your meal", a phrase many of the Europeans thought was the traditional way for us to express good health to each other, like the French term, a courteous way to let other people know that we care about their well being and how they engage the sustenance of life.

    The Finn told me a string of syllables and pronounced sounds that were a mouthful and long, complicated enough to struggle to repeat it. I tried, maybe got a little of it right, but realized, as the reputation of Finnish is, that this language is another type of beast.

    Not all languages are built the same.

    And perhaps when it comes to the strangeness and difficulty of Finnish, as Tolkien intuited a hundred years ago, conjuring up his Elven faerie languages and cultures, histories and mythologies, synthesized and culminated in his fictions now ubiquitous and everlasting.

    What more tales and epics will be written and spoken and played out in the world of the 21st century, between the Finns of the north and the rest of us? The intrepid souls of the biathlon and the sports courts and tracks, libraries and science centers and hospital, political diplomatic lecterns and daises, cyber classes or codes and digital wisdom of our modern age?

    Who else will derive wisdom and Godly joy from these lands, these lakes, these icy wastes and warm spas, the seas of the Baltic all the way up to the Arctic, from these stoic and at times laconic yet kind and courageous people? From north to south, we respect and honor the good Finnish people. We respect and honor the fact that a land can be free and prosperous, strong and inspiring, and that they through economic and intellectual prowess and ingenuity are who they are for us, a jewel sitting upon our earth, a light to others, that with God and us His children, all of the children of the earth, along with flora and fauna, God's vast creations, may live up to its eternal destiny.

    Life and love. Long live Finland and God's peoples everywhere!


Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Life and Death: Meaningful and Sweet

 Life and Death: Meaningful and Sweet

    Today while listening and contemplating during the hours I spent at my local church, or the chapel edifice where quite a few hundred of us congregated at our special six month or semi-annual meeting, which we peculiar people call Stake Conference, I was thinking about death on a few different levels, or in a few different angles or lights.

    They will be the following four references, for the purposes of this discussion: 

    1. The death of Jesus
    2. The deaths portrayed in film and art
    3. The deaths of those that we know personally
    4. The death of someone close to us, in person, in the time they expire

    Do we find beauty, grace, sublimity, value, meaning, goodness, or negative factors, in any of above? I do. I will explain. Life and death are partners, and as such, the dance between them is one eternal round of opening, dancing, and closing.

    First, the Death of Our Savior Jesus Christ. We Christians continually and consistently commemorate and memorialize, laud and recount His death, which is symbolic of what is to come, the greater goods of physical resurrection and the triumph of purity and cleanliness over sin and wretched filth. Death in Jesus is life eternal, the ultimate pay off for this life as we know it, according to Christian theology or doctrine. Death is requisite for Life Everlasting. The biggest dance that we know: God and existence, all of it. The totality of all creation.

    Second, the deaths that we see portrayed in film, or in art like paintings or nursery rhymes and books and stories. There are heroic and tragic deaths: some are gory or very traumatic. Some deaths are understated, or glossed over. There are the anonymous deaths, the ones that transpire without much acclaim or fuss. Sometimes soldiers or fighters are wiped out in fell swoops, while other victims are innocents that disappear from the realm of living without any identity or attribution. Anonymous, forgotten as living or dead, on screen or pictured or not. Some deaths are drawn out and poignant. The main characters, or side characters, may suffer from a terrible wound, or a long-standing illness, and he or she themself, or the others suffer and live till their last moment, which leaves us the viewer or the reader verklempt, caught up, engaged, living and processing as they die.

    Death be not proud. Whatever that means. I am not sure.

    Art in all its forms can bespeak and message the meanings, the beauties, the pathos and the drama of death in all its ways. From the Greeks to Shakespeare to George Lucas or Quentin Tarantino, Ernest Hemingway to Salmon Rushdie to Toni Morrison to a million other raconteurs, we look at, peruse, feel and process the passing of life in ourselves and others. Through art, a vicarious yet often emotional or cathartic exercise, for us the viewers and participants who go along with the creators vision of life and death.

    More of the eternal dance, personified in animals, like Charlotte's Web, or heroes, or their opponents the villains, who may  and all the dying ones in between. The aged, the infirmed, the young or snake-bit, at times literally. So many deaths in film and art! It helps us deal with the real thing, right?

    Then there is the real thing, the deaths happen in our personal lives. Grandparents, other family, friends or colleagues, and even closer relations die and go away. We can be thousands of miles away from where it occurred, but we feel the pain and the loss, sometimes forever. We may never get over it, as they say, the loss and death of a person near and dear to us. Some celebrities' passings can also affect us. Some of those artists or famous ones we become attached to emotionally, intellectually, artistically, so their loss can be very personal without a reciprocal association or kinship to us.

    If a baby dies, or a person dies suddenly from a car accident, or from so many unexpected means that delivers the final breathe to a person, to include wars or violent crimes, most of us do not see and feel those events up close. But some of us are closer to those that pass than others, which brings to my mind and soul a more meaningful and sweet experience with the death process, the transition of the soul to the next place.

    Real time spirit gone away, the life force has moved on.

    I was close to my mom when her spirit finally left her body. She was holding on the last few days, after a year and half of fighting the terminal liver disease. I have written about losing her before, about memories of her and her meaning.

    I was overseas, working on a base with military around 2021, some seven years after the passing of my mother. I was recounting my experience of my mother's physical death with another man, slightly older than me, me in the young fifties, he a slight be tougher, crustier guy. But friendly, for sure.

    We had both seen our mothers pass. My story touched him, as we ate a lunch together. I could tell. As I explained the details, which for me, a son, were sweet, perhaps it reached the sublime in the feelings it evoked. I told him this story in a busy lunch hall we call a DFAC, short for Dining Facility. We sat across from each other nearer the end, where members of our faith tended to congregate when we did eat together. It was likely a sunny and pleasant day (actually!) in Kuwait. Maybe November, or January. Perhaps a mild 80 or degrees outside. I cannot recall my exact words, so here I pose it retrospectively.

    It was the first week of March. Snowy in Indiana that year. The Sunday that she went to hospice was dark and grey with snowflakes. Tuesday came with some sun, but it was cold. I went to the Indianapolis Airport to pick up her dearest life-long friend and sister, and her only brother Bill, with his wife Anne. I took them the hour back to meet mom at her death bed. They all bade her solemn and kind farewells. It worked out well.

    Tuesday afternoon, getting dark, I took them back to my mom's house where they would stay. I was inside my mom's house, the one she had lived in married since I was in high school, minus the church missions in southeast Asia. Since 1986, now 28 years later a familiar abode. I received the call on my cell phone. It had to be Terry, my step-father, but perhaps it was my sister who was there, too.

    She had passed. We all got in my car again and returned to the hospice, to her room. Her body lay there lifeless, but I went and kissed her face. I cried hard. I think I uttered audibly "I love you, Mom!" Then I did something less usual. I felt the warmth in her body; I uncovered her feet and cried over them, sobbing and holding her feet. Still warm with her life now gone.

    The tough guy soldier listened to this and I could see some tears welling up in his eyes. Yes, this is the love of a son for his mother, I say.

    Weird, strange, odd? Maybe, to an outsider. That was my last farewell, my final touch of her mortal remains. She had given me many foot massages over the years, probably more as an adult. She believed in and learned and practiced reflexology, which posits that the foot has corresponding parts of our body that can be accessed to heal us and make us whole. She had done that to me when in my teens maybe, certainly in my twenties. Had she done it for me in my thirties or forties? I cannot remember. But all the times were sweet, comforting, loving. My mother made me feel loved and whole.

    Christ washed his disciples feet, with his hands in a ritualistic act of love. Women washed the Savior's feet, with their tears? Behold, thy mother! Yes, I held her 73 year-old feet, worn, tired, old. But fresh and clean. Now to be buried with the rest of her. Till the day she would stand again at the Resurrection. 

    And me with her! We should all be with our mothers and Jesus. Yes.

    I did not say all of these things, nor think them, at the cafeteria table, but I say and think them now.

    And thus I declare: Life and Death is Meaningful and Sweet.

    Yes, the whole thing. 

    From one to four, wherever we fit. May we all see it, approach it, embrace it. 

    Life. And that what comes.