Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Yesterday afternoon found ol’ Robbo taking a break from his yard work duties to run the Middle Gel and a friend into town.
It turns out that this weekend is the 2015 AVON 39 mile “”Walk to End Breast Cancer”, and part of our route ran parallel to a long string of marchers on the sidewalk. Most of them had pink hats or ribbons or some such, but a fairly large number seem to have gone all out: tutus, bikinis, (pink) dyed hair, boots, lavish jewelry, etc. I even saw one fellah inexplicably dressed in a dog costume.
Now this is going to sound churlish, but here it is: The cause is, of course, perfectly worthy, but it strikes me that there is a line somewhere between supporting it and making a spectacle of oneself. (I had the same reaction to that whole “Ice-water Challenge” thing.) Money is money, true. But considered as a spiritual matter, charity is displaced by vanity, and this is not a Good Thing.
And, I might point out, Somebody Else doesn’t approve either:
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.
2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:
4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
– Matthew 6:1-4
It’s the age in which we live, unfortunately.
Oh, and one other thing. When I become Emperor of the World, spandex tights will be worn by license only. Yeesh!