I have been in Madison, Wisconsin since Monday morning. I will be here for another day. Accumulating continuing education credits for my licenses as a clinical social worker and a marriage and family therapist.
I dislike intensely hotel rooms. They are boring places. They make me antsy. Purgatory on earth.
But here I am. Listened all day to “The Neurosequential Model of Therapeutics,” which actually is a fascinating new area of research and theory about the impact of neglect and abuse on developing human brain structure and function. Makes a lot of sense, given what I see clinically with people’s behaviors and abilities to regulate and modulate human affect and to establish and maintain relationships.
But after the lectures are over and I have about five hours to kill in the evening, antsy-ness sets in. I can only read a certain amount before I turn to the ball game on the television. Unfortunately, the Yankees seem to have the upper hand.
My conscience says, “Use the time to pray!” So I try, getting in my office and the rosary.
Just so you know, I pray for all of you on a daily basis. Yes, that includes all of you whom I do not know, but who are a part of the Body of Christ. I pray especially for my wife and family, and my brothers in the diaconate, and for the sick and the lost.
