He Loves Mankind

Life is busy, and I am tired. Very tired. We are boxing up every inch of our lives except for the Icons and the Rosaries that most matter - the ones already frayed from years of prayer and contemplation. We won't actually wrap up any Icons and nothing that is blessed. We will hand carry all those very necessary reminders of the mighty cloud of witnesses who intercede for us - and all who need them - every day.

We are going to see our new home in a few days, and we are all looking forward - amazingly - to being out of this one. We are selling the big beautiful home and praying that it beats the foreclosure date. The sheriff stopped by today to very apologetically inform us of the court order against our property. Even he seemed surprised that we have been denied a reinstatement amount, and that late payments can result in such harsh treatment. We could have our home sold out from underneath us by Halloween. Even the mortgage company employees seem appalled for us.

Several friends have called or sent encouraging emails. My pal, Nancy, is making us dinner tonight - which is great, because I only have the energy to make everyone more peanut butter and jelly. Several people have told us how odd this treatment is, especially in this economy. Especially since we have been paying our mortgage all along. Several more friends have remained completely silent, and one even suggested that she really can't speak to us until this whole thing is over, because it is too upsetting for her. I know several more are rightfully (and hopefully) enjoying their much-deserved summer vacations, and will have no idea why we no longer answer our phone on the mountain when they return in the fall. Why the phone number no longer exists. I am not going to email everyone. I write about this for two reasons: One, I have no ambition to write about anything else. This is taking all my concentration. Two, because I know so many who are in worse places with their mortgages and it could be any day for them. Perhaps, our example will encourage them to starve the cable bill a bit. Not that we didn't. It seems that mortgage companies will work with those who have lots of extra money they are tossing at "non-essentials". On things other than food and gas. We don't have extra, so we are getting kicked out.

It's all very strange. To be moving this fast. But, in all this weirdness - while others who truly are behind in their payments remain safely in their homes - we are grateful for God's goodness, for His hand on our lives. What else can we do? Absolutely everything except our attitudes are completely out of our hands. It is a harsh realization that no one with a mortgage actually owns their home until the mortgage is paid off. Thus, it can be taken when payments are late. The true owner (the mortgage company) wants their property back.

I am reminded of the Divine Liturgy as I pack and run through reams and reams of Duck Tape..."For He loves mankind."

In all of this, I know His love is real forever. And this is all the information I am privy to these days.