However, I had to admit that on my long trip home from Alabama to Minnesota, by planes, (monorail) trains, and automobiles, the idea of mentally ticking years off from purgatory increased in value exponentially. So if I used that kind of language, this is how I would suggest the Church measure the pains suffered in traveling with small kids:
- Child developing 105 degree fever on plane: one year off
- Child screaming 30 minutes straight: one week off
- ...for one hour straight: one month off
- ...for two hours straight: ten years off
- ...the entire time on both flights while people turn around with "I wish you death" glares in their eyes: 100 years off
- Getting screamed at by TSA agents because you can't hand over the boarding passes while also holding your sick toddler, your driver's license, a diaper bag, the camera, and the ziploc baggie of three ounce shampoo and toothpaste: one month off
- Having your shoulder dislocated by the monorail poles: one month off
- Running through the airport to catch the connection: one year per child dragged along
- Missing your connection anyway: three years off
- Children getting bored with books, crayons, and soduko books lovingly bought especially for their enjoyment ten minutes into the flight: six months off
- Child spilling complimentary juice all over only outfit on flight: six months off
- Getting a flat tire in rural America without a cell phone on the last leg home: five years off
- Getting a flat tire under those circumstances and realizing your have lost the owner's manual to your new used car: twenty years off
And, of course, all these things together in one trip? Well, let's just say you are covered and really need to be actively offering this for the souls who have no one to pray for them.
All I can say is...if the Church adopted this formally, I'd be sitting pretty.