I have a friend who jumps right into the deep end of conversations. Usually about faith, and usually in a very challenging and direct way. It really bothered me when I first met him, I thought it was rude. It still bothers me, but I don’t think it’s especially fair, how much it bothers me. It struck me today that he does it not out of pride or anything like that, but out of a kind of love. He’s deeply passionate about the subject and he knows and awful lot, and he’s eager to share what he knows, and he doesn’t want to beat around the bush to do it. I just feel nice that I feel that way about it, and maybe that I’m more up to speed with him than I was before. 

We were texting while I was on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner, which was a pleasure as always, especially within a fast. Having sweets, having alcohol, over eating a bit and farting around on the tee vee, it’s an especial pleasure when it’s surrounded by days of self-denial. Though not as much of a pleasure as I had expected.

Not that it wasn’t nice, it was, but what I enjoyed wasn’t the sumptuous food, it was the people. And they’d be there wether or not I was drinking or having a second piece of pumpkin pie.

there’s still nearly a month left of the nativity fast and I don’t want to waste it. I’m going to continue to not eat on Wednesday and Fridays, and not drinking alcohol or having sweets or bread the rest of the time. 

Maybe it’s enough. 

I should talk to my priest.