Shamefaced……

I sit here in my comfortable recliner, warm, fed, healthy, and shamefaced by the very reality of my circumstances. As I dressed myself this morning in my favorite black jeans and a favorite sweater, I failed myself as a compassionate, aware human being.

As my arthritic fingers failed to push some relatively small buttons into their corresponding button holes, I let out my favorite expletive several times, in frustration. Then I walk into my living room and turn on the TV!

The first thing I see is a little Ukrainian girl lined up at a train station trying to escape, expressing to the reporter that she had lost her toy train, and all of a sudden, her face lit up in a smile, saying, “Oh, there it is!” Children in this world should never have more than a lost toy to worry about. I’m shamefaced.

Shamefaced as I slather butter and a fresh, plump tomato on my English muffin,

Shamefaced as I push a button on my Keurig and out comes a steaming cup of coffee.

Shamefaced as I step outside for my morning walk in a calm, beautiful neighborhood, with a faint smell of an errant skunk it’s only problem

Shamefaced that I plan to go shopping later on today with a list of things to buy without any concern that what I seek will be there and I have the money to buy them

Shamefaced that my greatest worry is what this human crisis does to the cost of gas and consumer goods for my cost of living.

Forgive me, God.