Sorry there was no post yesterday. The day was jammed and there simply was no time. Then today Blogger was down during the time I would have been able to work on it. Here is post intended for yesterday so – see you next week!
I remember watching movies at the seminary. If there was one, brief, inappropriate scene, it was at that exact moment that a faculty member would walk in. It was embarrassing but it made me aware of what I was filling my head with; a lot of junk that I did not need.
Last night Fr. P, Fr. S., and Fr. M., were going to watch the special on the Vatican on the local PBS station. I have not really watched T.V. since Fr. P. moved here a couple of years ago save for some sports games or the beatification of John Paul. So before the show was to come on I turned on the T.V. to try to find the correct station. I must have hit the payload of inappropriateness just like the professors catching the seminarians watching a decidedly unsuitable scene from a movie.
The first scene involved what looked like a man (boy by maturity standards) proposing marriage to a woman before all of his friends. He got down on one knee, brought a ring box out of his pocket, and asked, “Will you move in with me?” and when he opened the wring box there was a door key in it. Of course the friends cheered and the girl cried and said, “Yes!”
Then I flipped through to find the station that tells you what is playing. While waiting for the stations to cycle though there was a commercial for a contraceptive called “Beyaz,” such an odd name that I thought it was a joke. Beautiful women were running and exercising and picking flowers all because they could live like the couple in the above scenario but be free from any consequences. Well almost. Taking this drug may cause blood clots, stroke, heart attack, and not keep you free from HIV or STDs. BUT you can continue to jog and garden without fear of pregnancy (apparently a worse fate than a blood clot, stroke or heart attack) because you are artificially sterile.
I think when walking the dog at night and seeing the blue glow coming from so many windows. How this stuff is pumped, in large doses, into our homes every day – into nursing homes (please, God, if I am sick in bed and unable to respond, do not let them turn on a T.V. to keep me company) and now into restaurants, grocery store checkout lines, and in our cars. Each of us may say, “Well, I don’t really believe the things they say,” but how can we stay true to that when it is presented to us daily with the message, “This is normal.” Worse yet, when we use T.V. as an unmonitored baby sitter, what will happen to young folk? Then again, even if it is monitored, who can prevent unintended raunchy commercials? How many people do not even see this as a problem?