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My dream self thinks the new evangelization is mainly about cookies.

My dream self thinks the new evangelization is mainly about cookies.

Last updated on: August 29, 2014 at 7:56 am by Simcha Fisher

My dream self thinks the new evangelization is mainly about cookies. 2014-08-29T07:56:55-05:00 Simcha Fisher

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One of the major perks of blogging at Patheos is that Elizabeth Scalia occasionally shares her dreams with us. As the lost sailor in the Dark Island says, “Not daydreams: dreams!”

As much as I loved the dream where I served canned beans in the can at the event that wasn’t no Edel Gathering, Elizabeth dream the other night gave me even more pleasure. I’ll tell Elizabeth tell it. Oh, and for those of you not familiar with Margaret Realy, blogger at Prayer Gardens and author of soon to be four books, most recently A Garden of Visible Prayer, I haven’t spoken with her face to face, but my general impression is that she is . . . not loud.

Oh — and I also appreciate how, even in her sleep, Elizabeth is plugging her writers!

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I awoke from a dream in which Simcha Fisher, Margaret Rose Realy and I were all doing “home visits” as part of some parish evangelical outreach. We were supposed to go to a house, introduce ourselves, say we’d been trained by the parish and ask if they would like a blessing. That’s all. We were just offering blessings to people. This lady opens the door and steps out into the beautiful sunlight with her little dog and says she’d like a blessing for her dog.

I tell her we usually bless the animals ever October for Saint Francis Feast, and Simcha whispers to me, “let’s just bless the dog. It’s evangelization. And my feet hurt!” Margaret begins to bless the dog on her own, very loudly, and Simcha sits down on the woman’s front step, wondering if the woman has any cookies.

When Margaret is done, I ask the lady if she would now like to be blessed. She looks doubtfully at Margaret, and says, “Depends. Does it have to be loud, like that?”

“I can bless you very quietly,” I assure her.

“Can we do the part about rejecting Satan?” She asks.

“That’s the renewal of baptismal promises!” Simcha says. “I have bap-a-tized 15 children. Irene says ‘bap-a-tized.'”

“I don’t see why we can’t let her renew her baptismal promises if she wants to,” Margaret says. “In fact I think every blessing should require that. We should be eager to say ‘I reject Satan and all of his works…”

Margaret is getting loud again, so I tell the woman, “sure, you can renew baptismal promises”, and we lead her through it and when she’s done I pronounce, “this is our faith, the faith of the church; we are proud to profess it,” and then move into a standard blessing.

Suddenly Margaret falls to the ground as though slain in the spirit, and begins shouting about how Christianity is painful and not a warm blanket but the cross, but she is willing to bear the cross.

Simcha sits back down and starts looking at her swelling ankles. The woman lights a cigarette and, watching Margaret, asks “what is this? Is it something new?”

“It’s Flannery O’ Connor,” I tell her. “She must have read Tod Worner‘s latest piece.”

By now Margaret is shouting to the sky, “Take me now, Jesus! If you want me this instant, I am yours!”

The woman says “I guess she and Jesus are having a moment…”

Simcha says, “I think her blood sugar is low, are there any cookies?”

“I think everyone’s blood sugar is low. Margaret, get up. Let’s go have ice cream.”

“Oh, ice cream sounds nice,” the lady says as her dog starts licking Margaret’s face, and Margaret giggles.

“Ice cream!” shouts Simcha, launching herself off the stoop and running toward the car.

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