Scrubatory for Poor Sinners
I’m probably all wet about this, and if it’s heresy ecclesiastical wheels may turn to let me know, but I’m an old duff so I might be gone before they can serve me papers, the way things poke along in Church matters. It’s about what goes on after death anyway. I like to think that the Lord intends to, and will, clean almost all of us up from all our sins, stupidity and faults in some kind of Purgatory scrubbing, a Scrubatory. if I may coin a word.
We are such bumblers and fumblers that we can’t get hardly anything right even when it’s in plain sight before us. Not doing right about pleasing invisible, incomprehensible God would never be expected.
It’s like fish: all fish have to be cleaned after pulling them in, before they are fit to eat. So I figure that God’s plan involves drastically scrubbing up and reorienting just about every soul he pulls in, like fish, getting us ready for Heaven, whether we wanted it or not, because it’s where He wants us, and it’s why He created us. Think of the term ‘poor sinners’: we are such dummies that we can’t even sin effectively. We are poor, as opposed to effective, sinners, which is good, if it obviates Hell.
May 3rd, 2009 at 2:22 pm
YES,
I
KNOW NOVEMBER
Yes, I know November
The tolling of the bell,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls
From mountain top to dell.
The chilly, gray, damp mornings
The rusting of the leaves,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls
Like moans from one who grieves.
And in the windy noon-time
When clouds fight ‘gainst sun’s might,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls
Cry, “Sanctuary light!”
So ‘fore the red-glassed candle,
Compelled, I go to pray,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls
Plead, “Sacrifice today!”
Now, deep, dark sanctuary
Is lit by candle, bold,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls…
“Your prayers are autumn gold!”
So like the leaves of autumn
I fall to kneeling posture,
The whispers of the suf’ring souls
Beg, “Say a Pater Noster!”
The flicker in the red glass
Burns hotter, now, with Creed.
Oh, yes, I know November!
The month of Hope…souls freed!
May 3rd, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Yes, I know November so well. My father and mother both died in that month.