A man of courage is also full of faith.
- Cicero, Great Roman Orator, Politician, and Philosopher (B.C. 106-43)
I’m writing this the day before I go into rehab and I’m postdating it so that by the time this goes live and you’re reading it, I should be locked down in the program at the Salvation Army and unplugged from the Internet.
Think of these posts then as a little series that I’ll call “Ghost Posts” to keep things alive here at the blog while I’m off the Net.
So it looks like I landed a bed, I was planning on The Betty Ford Clinic, but the waiting list was so damn long and . . . ah, who am I kidding? I’m a Salvation Army Rehab project on a Salvation Army budget.
Truth is, even if I had Betty Ford Clinic-type money, I’d probably find myself much more at home at the Salvation Army, where the penniless go when they’ve got nowhere else to turn.
It reminds me of my favorite part of the Bible. I loved the way Jesus always hung out with the outcasts and the dregs of society, seeking to save the lowest of the low first – the lepers, the thieves, the prostitutes, even, *gasp* the tax collectors . . . I always loved that about Jesus, so I’m actually looking forward to being down with the downtrodden.
I also found this looney liberal post listing a half-a-dozen reasons why people should never donate to the Salvation Army and it gave me six more reasons I think that where I’m headed is exactly where I need to be. After reading that post, you may just want to drop a little extra in the bucket when the holiday collections roll around.