SKApril!

The Rebel Black Dot Song of Holy Thursday
Rude City Riot, "Shots and Pills" from the Rude City Riot E.P. (T.L.A.M.)

Skammentary:

"Save me, Sugar, for I am ill,
And the touch that I crave so much
Comes from your fingertips.
Doctors orders, shot and pills,
Still I'm sure that the only cure
Is a kiss from your lips…"

He's Dead, Jim | Urbi et Orbi
Yesterday morning, in a nail gun mishap, a nail was propelled into my gloved hand, mercifully glancing off instead of burrowing in. I was helping to build a ramp for the home of a fellow Knight who is confined to a wheelchair; as I prepared to leave the house & head to the work site, I murmured to myself that old saw, "No good deed goes unpunished," something I've said less & less as I've become more engaged in the life of the parish, in the lives of my fellow Knights & parishioners. I claim no gift of foresight, it was merely coincidence*, & as these things go my good deed was not very severely punished: the nail didn't appear to penetrate my glove, though a divot was taken out of my thumb by the impact. I quipped to the fellow operating the nail gun, who was very remorseful, "Hey, there is no better week of the whole year for a Christian to have a nail put through his hand."

Bonus Skammentary: A SKApril Song of the Day about the healing power of love on a day when I'm afflicted by both a boo-boo & no one—neither girlflesh nor wife—to kiss it better. Yes, sometimes we here at The Secret Base almost know what we're doing.

*"Oh, I believe in coincidence. Coincidences happen every day. But I don't trust coincidence."