Thursday, February 22, 2007
Help for Mrs. Federline
With the rest of America I've paid notice to the train wreck that Britney Spears' life is becoming. It's an old story, the story of the rich and famous who, having too much, lose it all as they spiral downward into the abyss of self-destruction.
The talking heads all seem to know that she needs help. What they don't know, or at least don't say, is the help she needs. Our help is in the name of the Lord who made heaven and earth.
Doubtless Britney Spears knows the meaning of a restless heart, but she has not clue where to find its Rest. Nor, I hasten to surmise, is it likely that her rapper husband does, in spite of the confident airs with which he likes to strut around on stage. Nor did Anna Nicole Smith, whose end we hope will not be a harbinger of Mrs. Federline's future.
I don't say this to be judgmental, but to muse on how richly blessed the players on this tragic stage would be if only they would find their Rest, learn the meaning of Lent, and be enlightened by something as simple and small as the Gospel of a Suffering Christ for the sin of the world.
Or, to put it in the words of Blessed Augustine's famous prayer: "Thou hast made us for Thyself, O God, and our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee."