Thots I have from time to time

I am not connecting very well in the moment. 
Which is to say I am not connecting very well with God in the moment.

I don't know if you have ever felt this way?

For a long time I felt content to think that I had done well enough in the past
and that my life was best viewed through the rear-view mirror.

But living that way stops me from being fully able to live in the present...

Note to self:

Be present in the moment and stay connected with God!

The 5 EEEEE's to EZ Writing

 Dear Rough-Drafter,

Regarding your project book, How the Footnote Led to World Peace, I am delighted to hear that you found my input "insightful." (I never do get that feedback from my own Focus Group, however.  Usually it's, "Why are you wasting our time with this trash, Boss?" -- the last deferential appellation thrown in, I assume, to reassure me that they still wish to be on the payroll?)

Further advice?  More input you ask?  I dare say, you don't need much.  You make writing look soooo easy.  Your encyclopedic knowledge is so much more impressive than my dictionary knowledge.  Not only is it more informative, but it is usually a much funnier read as well. 

But since you asked for advice, let me share with you the "bones"  and a brief summary of my soon-to-be Best Seller book project: 

The 5 EEEEE's to EZ Writing

Evoke  --  Good writing is sometimes built upon the foundation of an evocative, stimulating premise which arouses an emotion, or an interest, or recalls an image, or a memory for the Reader. (i.e., How the Footnote Led to World Peace, interesting...)

Elaborate  --  Once you have hit upon a surefire evocative premise, you must then actually begin writing the book!  Elaborate upon the topic from every imaginable perspective that you can think of, (I call it writing "off the top of your head,") before turning to the dictionary or the encyclopedia. This way you can give it your own personal and fun-loving flavor.  (And people can more easily see what a free-thinking artist you are.) 

Sometimes it is slightly helpful to check out a dictionary or encyclopedia to get a broader overview on the topic.  (But if the encyclopedia's coverage is simply amazing, you must resist at all costs the temptation of copying it straight out of the book for your book...) 

Evolve --  As you write, your thoughts will undergo an evolutionary process, and change.  Don't get flustered by this.  It is during this crucial time that the material is trying to find, and refine, its "voice,"  (i.e., lots of rough drafts, unless you are a "natural born" writer like I am, in which case, only one draft is necessary.)  Write about what interests you, but always bear in mind who your audience is, ie. the Focus Group! -- and pray that your blather resonates with them... 

Eviscerate --  Once you have accumulated a sufficient amount of Drabble, then its time to run it past your Focus Group, and let them do their job.  After all, this is what you are paying them for.  (Their task is to eliminate all the useless parts of your Block-buster and render a verdict on the merits and commerciality of what is left...)

Eventuate  --  Depending upon the feed-back from the Focus Group, you may finally go ahead with the Book!

(Or, possibly not!!!)

On a side note:  What do you think of these "bones" for a potential block-buster book concept?  Could it not help but become a Best Seller?  More importantly, Would you buy a copy or two if I priced them under say, $50 a pop? )

In any case the book writing process is simply this: 

• Start with an idea that interests you,

• generate a catchy title,

• expand the central theme into a paragraph,

• then into a chapter,

• then digress sufficiently and blather away to give the book the proper "heft,"  

• and when you take it to the Focus Group, pray that they like it! 

        and then... Make many trips to the Bank! 

Ideally, the Focus Group will give you the "Green" light, and demand a series of sequels.  They may even go so far as insisting that you turn it into a screenplay, or  a mini-series, or some other such goldmine!!! 

Or they might respond like my bunch usually does, "Whoa!  Slow down, Mister Writer Man.  Red light.  Red light!  Why are you wasting our time with this drivel, Boss?"  ("His writing used to be sooooo much better... and he wrote about such more interesting stuff then, too!  Well, at least our paychecks keep clearing the Bank, but at this rate, who knows for how much longer..?")

Simple enough, see?  

So, write on, dear Rough-Drafter and make me proud!

 It's EZ!

-- Tips from the Bardmeister  

No Longer the Same

As a young pregnant mom, my grandma eased into the day, still in her bathrobe.  Esther, her second daughter, was down the street at a skating party at the church.   A distress call came in reporting that Esther had been hit by a car and was on the way to the hospital.  Grandpa went directly to the hospital, but Grandma, who could not go outside in her bathrobe, stayed home to get dressed.  By the time she got to the hospital it was too late.  She never got to see her daughter alive again.  Grandma never talked to me about it, but it is reported that after that, no one ever saw her less than completely dressed when she started her day.  I believe Esther was 6 years old....

I went in halfsies on my first surfboard when I was in jr. high.  My parents disapproved, feeling that it was too dangerous, but they allowed it.  One summer day to back up her case, Mom showed me an article in the paper about a 13 year old kid who drowned while surfing at the Huntington Beach pier.  I scoffed as I began to read the account....  Wait a minute!  I know this guy.  Wayne!  He was a classmate of mine, and a really good guy.  I only half-heartedly embraced surfing thereafter, and to this day I have never ventured out into the waters at the HB pier....

Theoretically, nothing wrong with Grandma's routine, nothing wrong with the waves at the HB pier, nothing wrong with that stretch of roadway.  But for those who have experienced personal traumatic loss along the way, some things will forever be tarnished.  Most people will not understand.  Associated smells, sights, seasons, mere mentions, second-guessings can re-trigger crippling emotional grief and unleash seemingly insurmountable sorrow.

There was one who was reportedly acquainted with our sorrows and griefs.  We can turn to him to begin finding traction, or we can tough it out, bear the pain, and hope to avoid any triggers....

Trauma comes in many forms.  I have know people who have unexpectedly lost a child, lost a husband, lost a wife, lost both parents.  Lost their innocence, lost their faith, lost touch with reality, lost their will to live.  No doubt, trauma taints and distorts much of our daily experience.  We all seek understanding and rest.

Writer's Notebook: The ARRG Policy

The origins of the ARRG policy as set forth in correspondence between the Mermaid Queen and my wife, Maryly, a.k.a. Staff with Standards, in my upcoming, block-buster Book, Shirley! You Jest!:                                                                                                                              

Hi, MermQ,

I have often experienced the strange phenomena of spending quite a bit of time writing a piece I congratulate myself on as being oh-so-clever, only to find that the next day when I read it again with fresh eyes, I don't like it AT ALL.  It is humbling. It can be mortifying.  Others may try to comfort and reassure with nice words of, "Oh, no, really, it is a good piece of work," but that doesn't matter if YOU the AUTHOR don't like it anymore.

It is risky to distribute things hot off the presses of the mind. But if everyone let every communication sit for a day or two in order to reconsider its brilliance and merits, well, we'd all be sitting around twice as long waiting to hear from each other!

So let us adopt a new policy, the Author's Right to Retract because he/she now considers it Garbage policy, which we will affectionately dub the ARRG Policy (up to the individual if a pirate accent is included while announcing that he/she is invoking the policy).  It is a No Questions Asked policy.  The policy goes like this: Author announces he is invoking ARRG. Readers respond with gracious attitude of, "Say no more. It never happened."  It is then their Duty to delete all copies they have (unless it is evidence in a crime investigation, of course, but we don't expect that to happen).  Author may keep his/her copies if he/she wishes.

We do this with photographs we take.  If we see we have taken an unflattering photo or we hear that someone doesn't like how they look in a photo of ours, it's history, kaput, destroyed forever with no record kept, no questions asked, happy to accommodate (even if WE wickedly think it is funny and would like to have it--it's a matter of personal honor and respect of our photographic subjects, unless they think it is funny too, but that is rare and usually only happens with guys). We wish everyone would do this for us, too, but then there would be almost NO photos of me for the last several years, which would be perfectly fine with me.  Just last night I saw photos my niece displayed online that included some she took of me when she was visiting at Christmas, and they are absolutely DEPLORABLE!  I adore my niece, but the girl needs lessons in how to take flattering photographs and to know when to destroy ones not up to snuff!  But I digress.

I hope this meets with your approval.  By tomorrow I may wish I hadn't made harsh reference to my niece's photographic judgment, but I don't want to wait till then to send this.

Love,
Staff with Standards

Filtering for a "Best friend" ?

My mind is fleetingly hovering around the topic of “friendship” and more specifically, the dynamic of “Best friend” - ship.  (Please indulge me while I blather…)

For me, as a youth, the paramount concern when filtering for a “best” friend was simply what kind of snacks did their Mom dish out?

The most sought-after “Best” friends were those whose Mom’s couldn’t be bothered with a sit down meal, choosing just to hand out “Moon pies” or “Ding Dongs” to the kids as she showed them the door…

“Go outside to play…  OUTSIDE!!”

Now that was a Mom!  When word on the street got out that someone actually had a Mom like that, he became the most popular and sought after playmate, and his house became a veritable social Mecca!

New “Best-friend-wannabe’s” would crowd up to his house every day, jockeying to curry “best friend” favor.  (Side note:  What power and influence wise Mom’s could wield if they only knew it!)  

I thought I had such a potential best friend once, but when I gravitated over to his house one lazy, boring summer day, I was disheartened and flummoxed when I spotted him “holding court” in the midst of the hopefuls (and was not encouraged as I noted the “candidate” line wrapping around the corner.)  As I sized up the situation, I stopped, and a dread fell over me.  With a noticeable “Huff” and/or “Sigh,” I turned aside and reluctantly paddled over to my “old” Best friend’s house.

“Wanna stay for lunch?” he asked.  “My Mom’s got some celery stalks and carrots!”

(Man, I’ve got to make some new, and better, “Best” friends…)

Acquiring a Best friend according to an earlier Blog which outlined my potential best seller and Pulitzer winner, The Rules of Play, is simply finding a playmate who 1. Wants to have some fun, and 2. Consents to the rules you both agree to (and isn’t always quibbling.) [“And doesn’t get you into trouble!!” so says Staff.]  Just to note:  You give a kid a much wider latitude on the Rules if his Mom has good snacks.

It’s All About the Rules of Play!  Coming to a bookstore near you!!  (Well, after it gets past the Focus Group and is actually written...)

Side note:  There is no better feeling possible to experience in youth than when a poor, deflated (and hungry) chap hears the magical music as if from heaven:

Friend:  “Hey, wait up!  WAIT UP!  Where you been?  I’ve been  waiting for you all day over at my house.”

Chris:  “I saw you holding court and I thought that you didn’t…”

Friend:  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t see you.  I slipped out the back to find you.  Do you still wanna play?” 

(As previously stated, when Rule #3 is properly employed, it saves the day and hence the Play.  Let the games continue!)  (until dark.)

Friend:  “I’m really sorry I almost missed you.  Look what my Mom sent along…”

Chris:  “Moon pies?!!”  This has been the Best day of my whole life!  Life is good and it’s fun to have fun especially with my new Best friend (and his Mom.)

Blatheringly yours,

                                     

Chris

Misc. Thoughts

Why is it that each person naturally perceives himself as the center of the universe? 

For the most part, after all, is it not our own point of view, or life experience, that we instinctively compare all others by? It happens so effortlessly.  Most often we extend (or rescind) to others a little bit of  warmth/chill based solely on their perceived alignment (or deviation) from our own point of view.  Accept/avoid, embrace/balk, welcome/shun.  Why is that?  And has this natural, (self protective?) auto-response proven itself to be a satisfactory matrix through which to evaluate, and conduct one's social values and life? 

Is it serving us well?  
(I've pondered this topic in a previous Blog.)

For example, I could be doing 90 down the freeway, but if I get passed, I think, "I drive fine; but man, is he ever the reckless driver!" On the other hand, if I'm slowed down by someone who insists on "going the speed limit"  while driving in the "passing lane," I mutter "Sunday driver!" as I swerve around that slow poke and leave him in the dust to frustrate others.   Why is it so natural, and why does it come so easily, to attach relative value to another person's actions (or inaction's) based solely on one thing:  "How would I, or ANY OTHER NORMAL PERSON, have reacted?" 

We are perpetually presented with the variant, often seemingly idiotic, choices made by others.  And we make a mental note. Sometimes the mental note is accompanied by openhearted approval; other times a menacing word or gesture is the response.  

On a rare occasion we see or hear something "new," we  think "Wow! That's brilliant!  It never occurred to me to act or think that way!  I'm going to change and adopt that new insight.  From now on this is how we roll!"  (Side note:  Wasn't that the intended effect of all that political grand-standing on FB a few months back? And even now?  BTW:  Did ANYONE change their mind or vote as a result of that bombardment?)

Usually, and more frequently however, when confronted with thinking and behaviors which deviate from our own, we think:  "Stupido!  Why didn't it occur to him to think, act, or react just the way that I would have, Mr. Poop-For-Brains?..."    

Has not this happened to us all?   Depending upon the setting, and calibrated by our own personal perspective, people are relatively regarded to be either...

     Speeders                            or  Road Hogs
     Totally Rad Trendsetters    or  just Wannabes
     Adventurous Wildmen       or  Homely Couch Potatoes
     Among the In Crowd         or  Clueless
     Worthy of Admiration        or  Not worthy of Spit
     Inspiring                             or  Insipid
     Helpful                                or  Hopeless
     Mensa's                               or  Dunderheads etc.     

I'm sure a flood of relatively brilliant examples have come to your own mind already without too much effort.  (If you need prodding, just look or listen to the next person you see.)  Why do we do that?  

The interesting point to me is the relativity.  Everyone draws the line a little differently.  We observe, take notes, compare, assess, then judge from our personal perspective.  (We are, after all, the Center of the Universe!)

For example, your average mass murderer probably couldn't help himself from assessing his peers.  (Disclaimer:  This I suspect, not that I personally know any such ones.)  On the relative basis of his thoughts and/or experience alone, he might well be thinking, "Man, how does that guy do it?  He's my idol.  I wonder if he's teaching a class anywhere?  I'd take it!"  

Or rather, if his peer didn't quite measure up, he might well be thinking, "Sloppy work, Mr. Amateur-night.  He's bound to get caught.  If I ever meet him, I'd "off" him myself just do everybody a big favor.  It's guys like him that give us true 'hobbyists' a bad rap..."  

"And while I'm at it:  Hey you, Mr. Slow-Poke!  Stay outta MY lane, too!"  

I don't know where I am going with this, but that's all I have right now. So if you, dear Blog reader, were to collaborate, where might the perusal of this quandary go?  

Why are we so profoundly wired to be judgmental?   
And by this behavior are we serving ourselves well? 

Latest Book Presentation to my Focus Group

…Now, getting back to the bones of my latest blockbuster book-project topic, designed to bring global harmony and understanding.  (I think it has Pulitzer, and possibly Nobel, written all over it! ) 

Much like Einstein, who reduced the complexities of the universe into the simple formula "E=mc squared," I find myself on the cusp of reducing the complexities of ALL HUMAN SOCIAL INTERACTION into a simple, yet easily understandable model.

The material tells me it wants to be entitled--

        The 3 Rules That Govern ALL Social Life !!!         
    or,  How the Social Matrix Works -- In a Nutshell               

                     By Chris Cushingham

What are the 3 cornerstone Rules that govern all social life, you ask? I call them The Rules of Play.  Simply put, they are these... Follow closely: 

Rule #1:    It’s fun to have fun!  (Easy enough?)

Rule #2:   THERE  ARE  NO  RULES!!! 

   

 --except those AGREED TO by the players (and sometimes their parents or police.)  Players enjoy the free flow of the passing of time by just being together and having a bit of fun -- the joking, the kidding, the “ape”ing, the daring, the faux-mocking, the adventure, the adoration, all of which results in time “well-spent.”

            (Side note:  It has been my observation and time-tested truth that one never feels “old” or “infirm” whilst engaged in “play time-well spent.”  Is this not so?   Of course, you may feel like taking a nap after reading this crap, so I say PLAY ON, NOW!  and then take a nap.)

             “Best” friends are invariably those who easily fall into play and waste little or no time quibbling about the Rules.

Rule #3:   Should some “dis-Content” fester into “dis-Consent” over the Rules among the players, the result is typically a Suspension of Play.  

Dis-consent undoes Rule #2 and brings the "social" element among the Players to a halt. You know when this happens because someone usually walks off in a noticeable “Huff!” and takes themselves, and their ball, out of the Play.  

Play has been suspended!  In order to Resume Play, “Consent” must be restored!  (see Rule #2.)  

“Dis-consent” over the Rules can usually only be overcome with a lot of  re-defining, re-adjusting and re-agreeing to the Rules among the Players.  Also, a lot of “I’m Sorry’s!” and/or “I’ll never do that again’s!!!” are involved.  (The only legitimate time the use of never is to be employed in our vocabularies.)

So much fun to be had, so little time (and paper).   More blathering to follow... 

Anyway, these are the bones of my latest Book project which I just thought up this afternoon.  Would you buy a copy of this cutting edge block-buster?  I'd be sure to sign it!

Or, might you prefer to take your ball and go home, in which case I will never bother you again (until one of us gets bored enough and want to Resume Play according to the protocols of Rule #1, #2, and #3...)

Chris

Overlooked Perks of being a 'Book Writer'

    When you let it slip that you are in the process of “writing a Book,” or better yet, if you ask anyone if they have ever thought of writing a Book, you will be amazed at the enrichment it instantly brings to your average boring conversation.  Really!  Try it out and see if it is not Verdad!

Example:  Say, you’re at a dull party, or talking to the policeman who comes to your door responding to an unfortunate and misguided neighbor’s complaint, or better yet, try it next week after church!    I dare you to try this! 

At some point there will be a lull in the conversation, a pregnant pause if you will.  The conversation is looking for direction…  In that seminal  moment, just look the other directly in the eye, and ask:

“Have you ever thought of writing a book?”

Try it!!!  There are only 2 possible responses to this inquiry:

1.    “Why, yes I have!  May I run my ideas past you?  (Wow, I’ve been coming to this meeting for over 50 years, and finally someone who wants to talk about something interesting!)”  I guarantee that you will learn more about that person than you could have ever imagined for you will have struck to the core of their passion.  (Let someone else talk about the weather…)

Or,

           2.  “No.”

Do not be dismayed by this response!  If you just bite your tongue, the immutable laws of conversation will soon click into play, and save the day!

       Rules of Conversation 101

1.  Rule One:  When you initiate a conversation, the questions you ask will be the exact same questions that people will ask you back!

                  Example:  Asker – “What do you do for fun?”

                 Askee – “I don’t talk to people like you!”

Well, that was a bad example, but the point is this: You ask a person “Have you ever thought of writing a book?” If they answer “No” they will usually follow with “Have you?”  Good Answer!  Because then you might have 1. A slight opening to convey your passion (or other interest) and 2. You may get a gauge from this focus group (albeit unscientific) on the viability and potential buyer interest regarding your forth-coming (or not) Book project!

If they smile politely after you “launch” (nautical term) and respond with “So, how’s about this weather?” you know right then and there that you do not have to write that Book! 

Win-win!!! 

(I hesitate to bring up the 3^rd potential response to this question i.e., “Have you ever thought of writing a book?”

3.  “Why yes I have! 

      I have written dozens of books! 

      Have you not read (even) one??? 

      Perhaps you would you like to buy one?

      Or, several?

      I take checks or cash!”)

Ponderifically yours,

Chris

So, "Have you ever thought of writing a Book?"  

       I dare you to ask the first person you see.

       Then tell me all about it...! 

Struggling Writer Needs Your Help!

Since I haven't been writing much of late, my personal archivist  Ignostrial Q. Crumpwater III, expressing the sentiments of the entire Staff, barked over at me:  "We're bored!  Write something!"  

Well, to be fair, I have been a bit negligent.  So in order to hopefully get the creative juices  a flow, I asked "Iggy" to send up some old stuff from the archives, which I have slightly modified for your consideration, and hopefully the material will engender your helpful responses.  As Jay Leno would say, "Here, just take a look at this..."

Dear Writer Friends of America (you know who you are),

A trip down memory lane is a trip I take more often these days.  As one ages, one ponders and ruminates with greater frequency, (and with much less clarity), on the eventful moments of days gone by.  A good deal of my life, these days, is best viewed through the rear view mirror, I have to admit. 

Somewhere you mentioned a number of your book projects that have yet to see the light of day.  I know getting the "green" light from my Focus Group is usually the biggest obstacle for me, too. (Well, and the fact that my drabble is generally rubbish anyway.)

That being said, I'm sure that you have some excellent material, which with a little tweaking, could end up as a completed project!  The great American novel?  a screenplay for son #2? or some such?  For me, it's just finding the uninterrupted time to blather and see what might develop.  Well that, and so much more...

I get the sense that you are very adept at assembling and evaluating good book material and that is where I fall so very short.  I find it considerably more difficult to come by "good" material.  Why, a few years back I resorted to a targeted, mass mailing in order to come up with enough good book material  to get my project, Chris Cushingham--What a Guy!  in front of the Focus Group. "Not your best work" was their cryptic analysis...

(I'll have to remember to have Ignostrial Q. Crumpwater III, my chief archivist, find the aforementioned document so I can run it past you, that is, if you don't mind...?)

The fact that I have never gotten anything past my Focus Group is a bit disturbing to me.  And that is why I am turning to you. Firstly to ask "What have you found interesting enough to write about lately?"  And secondly,  (perhaps even more importantly), "Might have you some helpful advice and/or tips to pass along to this fledgling writer?" 

Can you help?  Any morsel would be appreciated...

Yours truly (with a bit of fun)

Chris

And so it begins (again)...

In the quiet of the morning, my thoughts (re)turn to God...

 

"Let the words of my mouth,

and the meditation of my heart, 

be acceptable in thy sight,

O Lord,

my rock,

and my redeemer."

~ Psalms 19:14 ~
 

These hands, heart and mind which are mine have little value in and of themselves; for by themselves they have not gotten me far.  It is only, and always, as I apply myself unto Him that I find fulfillment, an (excited) peace, and rest...

 

Notes to self: 

• Organize my orientation that I might 'have to give.'   (More specifically, that I first take the time and effort to amass a good supply of that which I subsequently will have available to 'give')
• Owe no man anything which must be repaid, but owe God and men heartfelt words and services that are freely rendered in love
• Be clear to communicate, and further to demonstrate, a heart of devotion through radiant living and charitable service

 

Today, I do not strive with you,  my God and Maker.  I delight only in your presence and in your truth.  I gladly welcome the knowledge of you as revealed through scripture, which in turn leads me to bask in your actual reality and in your actual grace.

 

The form and forms of scriptural words which describe you, although breath-takingly beautiful and amazing, have in fact changed over time, but you have not.

 

Nor has the path to your heart...  

 

"Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, 

and into his courts with praise..."

~ Psalms 100:4 ~

 

And so it begins (again) for me.  How about you?...

Pondering Pivotal Points/Persons

A few years back I found myself in a reflective mood, and was taking stock of my life.  I had arrived (so far) at a pretty satisfying place.  Most of my life's major decisions were best viewed through the rear-view mirror.  Questions long ago grappled with and settled.  Such as:  Now that you are an adult, what are you going to do about it?  How are you going to support yourself?  Where are you going to live?  Will you marry?  Raise a family?  If any, who, what and where are you going to worship?  What do you hold most dear?  What difference will your having been alive have made to anyone, anyway?

In a sense, my life unfolded from a handful of choices I had made years earlier, and they were just playing themselves out.  My life had purpose, and it was filled with faith, family, and friends.  I pondered, 'Just how had my life been influenced along the way?'  I most certainly did not arrive at my current state by my own efforts alone...

It was very clear to me that there had been a handful of distinctly pivotal points in my journey.  Maybe you have had them, too?  You know, you are just cruising along, living your life, and then Bam!, you are suddenly struck by a person, an idea, or an event that captures your imagination, and everything changes!

Some new person, or insight, or happening interrupts life's equilibrium and causes you to just stop dead in your tracks, re-evaluate your path, and abruptly surge forward in a slightly, or entirely new direction!  The new path may be short-lived (and later abandoned), or it may lead you onto a life-long journey.  Ultimately, however, there are only a handful, 8 or 10 perhaps, of significant pivotal points in one's entire lifetime which explain how you arrived to become the person that you are today.

In that reflective moment, I determined to return the credit to whom the credit was due.  I made a record of the wonderfully pivotal people in my life, and noted their various contributions. 

I called my list:  Godly Pivotal People Who Helped Change my World.

Then I tracked them all down, those who were still living.  Why?  In order to personally thank them for their influence in changing my life and my world.  As a direct result of their influence, my life's direction was reshaped in a wonderful direction.  I have no idea how my life would have turned out if even one the the pivotal person's contributions had not been afforded.  I and many others have, and continue to be blessed because a handful of wonderful, caring people crossed my path and caught my attention...  

Since I have been fortunate enough to have had an impact on others along the way, I also was able to add with my personal thanks-giving the following sentiment:  "My Mom thanks you, my Dad thanks you, my Sister thanks you, my Brothers thank you, my Wife thanks you, my Children thank you--along with countless others that you will never meet!  We all thank you.  Your efforts have changed the world...!!! "

Well, it was fun, and time well spent!
Let me know how it goes if you try it....

Like I Should Care

I don't go looking for causes much these days.  Each new day brings to my doorstep enough of its own challenges, adventures, and rewards which test and re-test my mettle, and give me a chance to give.  Although I've heard that the race goes to the swift, I have to admit that I am not as fast as I once was, and find myself "in the dust" much of the time.  And actually that is generally O.K. with me.  To be sure, I am still in a race of sorts, but I try to pretty much stay out of other people's way who are in a hurry trying to get to their particularly important place, i.e., "the Cause."  For the world's sake, I only wish them well.  But there is plenty enough for me to do around here.


To be fair, each cause is to be evaluated on the basis of its own merits, and attracts its own set of supporters.  There are zillions of areas of concern, interest and need in life, both great and small.  One does not have to look very far to notice a spot where one might fit in and be a blessing. 


There are many benefits of getting involved with life's needful causes and varied interests.  There is a connectedness, a brotherhood so to speak, that develops among the supporting members of a common cause.  Efforts are expended together; sacrifices are made together; successes and disappointments are shared together.  Change may be effected.  In some new found way, your life matters, and the world becomes a better place.  When you invest the coinage of your time into some pursuit, you trust it will have the return of having been time "well-spent."


I have written before that "I have not been called to change the world, I will leave that for others.  But I have been able to change my world, and for that I am thankful."  You do not need to be among the fastest to stir up a little dust along the way.  But if you are fast and in a hurry, please, do not let me stand in your way.  By all means, go for it!  There is endless work to be done!  Thanks for your effort!


Know what I mean?  There's something for everyone to do. 
There's no law against love.

     

Thoughts with a capital T

It's a dreary Sunday morning in SoCal.  Here I am sitting at the keyboard in my bathrobe.  It's quiet.  I like that.  I can think.  Well, I wouldn't exactly call it thinking,  I'm not all deep and stuff.  More like I have thoughts.  Things occur to me, or I see patterns, look for explanations, endeavor to make sense of it all.  As I expressed in my profile, in my life I have been interested in a couple of things--one of which is appreciating what is right about people. 


I don't know exactly why this interest caught my attention early on as a child.  Scientists of behaviour might examine the crucible of my early family life.   As a second son in a family of five children, I precociously noted which childish behaviours were rewarded with warm parental approval and which were not.  Behaviours which elicited either an icy coolness of parental indifference or an heated explosiveness requiring parental intervention were to be avoided.  Most kids glean from their parents an  initial ideal of what's right about people, and tangentially how to act..  Because children yearn to be appreciated, and long to be adored, they make the necessary adjustments on their way toward adulthood.


Could life be that simple? Is the road to the promised land of adulthood as simple as Just Please Your Parents?  To simply think like they would want you to think?  and do just what they would wish you to do? 


Oh, if only life were that easy.  The problem is that I don't always think like my parents would have thought, nor do I do what my parents would have done.


For me, it has always been much easier to notice that which is to be avoided, than to clearly see that which must be embraced.  What really is right about people?  And what was really right about me?   And what about that mysteriously large gap between knowing what one ought to be doing, and what one actually finds one's self doing? 


The forge of personal experience teaches us what not to do, but it only hints at what to do.  The lessons of what is right about people and their behaviour start in the family, but they only go so far.  It is interesting to keep an eye out for what is right about people and how to bring out the best in them....


What have you noticed?

Spiritual appetite?

Having reflected on the blog post, Reactions to Pie, a reader queried: 

I was just wondering about those who seem to have no appetite at all for spiritual things? Your article did not address that, but it made me wonder whether or not you would "condone" it? 

I responded with the following:

  

God, taking the initiative and acting first, prepares a feast for His handiwork. Does He not know what to serve? If He knew much of His handiwork were plagued by no appetite, why go to all the trouble to put on the spread? "Let's just be content to watch the televised football game, instead." Why waste every one's time with useless food? (if indeed the food is useless, or merely discretionary.)

As His handiwork, it is helpful for us to occasionally reflect on whose part in the mystery of life is whose?  For me, the break down in Proverbs 1 clearly resonates:

Wisdom uttereth her voice in the streets--It's God's job to put on the feast.

If thou wilt receive my words--It's our choice to avail ourselves according to our own individual appetite...

They would none of my counsel--or not;  again, it's our choice according to our own individual appetite, or inclination.

So they shall eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices--Everyone is respectful of everyone else's choices. 

All choice's will be honored, even in the face of the Creator's clear declaration to all His handiwork that:

the prosperity of fools shall destroy them;  

and that those who hearken unto God shall be quiet from evil, shall understand righteousness, ... and every good thing.

Save us from our overly inflated selves.

Let God be God, and let us not try to be (God.)

However, if you find God to be a crappy cook and host, please feel free to do the entertaining.

It's our choice. 

Let me know how it's going.  We're all in this together...

Reactions to Pie

One thing I love about my Father is that He is not overly pushy.  He is a beneficent, loving provider, not a barking, unappreciated requirer.   I guess I am sensitive to this because on my 5th birthday, I had a "mildly" traumatic experience:  Mom served apple pie for dessert at lunch.   "What a treat!,"  she thought.  "And I gave you the biggest piece!" 


Well, as delectible as that apple pie may have been for her, I did not find it appetizing in the slightest.  And I did not touch it.  Long story short, I was to be kept at the table until I finished that piece of apple pie.  The kids went off to play, but I had to sit there until I woofed it down, and apologized for being such an unappreciative son.


Well, after a lengthy standoff, I was dismissed from the table and restricted to my room, having left the pie untouched.  "Whose birthday was it anyway?," I thought as I sulked....  It took me over 20 years to get over that episode, and actually sample a piece of apple pie.  I found it to be pretty good! 


One verse I love to consider, especially at Thanksgiving time is Matthew 5:6 where Jesus revealed a bit of the Father's point of view:
    Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.


I am not a bible expert, but I was taught that the standard of this filling was not a filling according to capacity, nor one which might result in overflowing, but a filling 'according to the standard of one's appetite.'  I love that.  Why?  Because our loving God allows for variations of appetite. 


I think about a wonderful piece of pie.  When offered to me as the the grand finale, after I have just stuffed myself at the Thanksgiving table, I usually say, "No, thanks.  Maybe later..."   However, were I to be offered that exact same piece of pie after a day of not having eaten, I would devour it, and lick off my plate.  My eating, or not eating, of the pie is no reflection on the pie.  It has more to do with my appetite.


Do you have a big spiritual appetite?  God says, Eat and be blessed.  Do you have a small spiritual appetite?  God says, Eat and be blessed.  Are you spiritually stuffed?  God says, That's Okay.  Food is ready when you are.  My Father's end game is to show His love and to bless.  I like what's on the menu, even when I'm not particularly hungry.  It's easy to love God, because He is so loving to me.  He seldom sends me to my room because I am not ready for His pie.


Maybe later....