After some time being annoyed by people who like to quote statements that "God has no hands but ours," I am pleased to announce that this has finally come out right in my head...
We have no hands but God's.
There are any number of things I would really, really like to accomplish. These are invariably things that I lack the skills, smarts, wisdom and omnipotence to actually do.
Okay, I've got these nice tactily-pleasant things that come in handy for good stuff around the house & bedroom. They are even useful for such divine activities as art-making, where their very clumsiness provides a healthy challenge & a source of aesthetically-pleasing (or not) irregularities.
But for those really heavy-duty jobs like Saving the World, I have no hands but God's.
I thought of this the other night, lying in bed anguishing about the street newspaper I want to resurrect. I've had this grant almost a year, to cover printing costs; I've got a dedicated lawyer offering to find me an office for distributing copies to vendors (an essential need!) and pay for it!--and every time I break down & hassle him, he's "a few more weeks" from having it.
Plus I don't even know anymore, what I'd print. Terry Messman in the SF Bay Area has been putting out a consistently high-class monthly paper on poverty issues for decades now--and it's still the same sad news he was writing about when he started.
Anyway, for the first time in months I was seriously anguishing; I was going to have to give the money back after having uselessly sat on it for a year.
I was busy the rest of the day, not having much in the way of thoughts on how to proceed.
That night, a friend called me up to tell me: He'd just returned from a meeting of the local Catholic Worker organization, which (at last!) is going to be setting up a Catholic Worker house of hospitality downtown. Now that doesn't mean I've necessarily got the office, or a good bunch to collaborate with in a joint effort, but this just might be what I was waiting for.
And maybe I can wait til Monday to find out.