Regarding something I mentioned on yesterday’s blog post, all the online stories relating to the mother of our diocesan priest being kidnapped have been taken down. What does this mean? Did they find out something wild like that she “kidnapped” herself? Are they afraid her safety would be compromised if there are all sorts of stories on the internet about her? I can’t imagine our parish priest thought the story was anything but genuine when he announced it at Mass, during the Prayers of the People. So I don’t know what to tell you, my readers, about this, but you can certainly continue to pray for all innocent victims of kidnapping in Nigeria, like those two hundred girls who still haven’t been found, last I heard. I have always wanted to visit Nigeria for some reason, and at brunch on Sunday we were joined by a graduate student from that country who told us Lagos is relatively safe. Boko Haram is way up in the north part of the country, nowhere near the coast. I was once invited to join an order of contemplative nuns who live, if I am remembering this correctly, in the eastern part of the country. I keep meeting people from Nigeria, which probably has a lot to do with my interest in visiting there. Maybe I will be like Tiffy, who says she will visit risky places like Egypt after she turns fifty. Of course, fifty is a lot closer for us now than when she said that, so who knows if she still feels that way? Maybe I will visit Nigeria when I am eighty. And hey, maybe by then it will be totally safe.