Friday, April 20, 2012

Get a life.......a post on my view of true friendship

Being a some what above average participant on the social media site "Face Book" has enabled me to be "connected". I say connected because not only have I reconnected with presumed long lost friends and acquaintances, but I have also managed to meet new, previously unfamiliar individuals, who in turn became my "friend" on the popular web page.
Now, my tally is much, much lower than those who came in with established popularity and notoriety, but it is also much larger than those who rarely use the site or limit themselves to people they have known in the "real world".
But let me say this about that. Although I fully understand the benefits of real, face to face interaction, I also understand in many circumstances, particularly on "Face Book", that level of communication is not only impractical, but also impossible. So, with that being said I have determined to make my friends where I find them. They too live in the "real world" because they exist. They are not some fabrication within my own delusional mind. Instead, they are actual people with actual feelings, interests, and opinions, just like you and I.
I have often heard the worn out cliche' "Get a life", and I perceive it as an attack on my character the majority of the time it is directed at myself. It is almost as if they see me as someone who is inactive or shut off from the world around me. There could be no assumption made about me that is more inaccurate. I have concluded that those who direct that statement to me do not have enough understanding of who I really am to say such a thing. That in itself is not a bad thing but it does define them as coming from a place of ignorance when it comes to labeling me.
Soren Kierkegaard once said "Once you label me, you negate me.". To me, it says I am much, much more than a Face Book profile. I am a father, a son, a husband, a brother, an uncle, a nephew, a cousin, a college graduate, a Sunday school teacher, an occasional writer, poet, and blogger, an intermittently successful comedian, philosopher, pundit, and counselor, I am a long time surveyor and mapper, I am a veteran, a long suffering Minnesota Viking fan, an avid history buff with emphasis on the American Civil War, and with great pride and honor I call myself a friend to those who claim me as such. This list is by no means exhaustive and I feel I will never be done adding to it. That is exactly why I see myself as an individual who does indeed have "a life". I am flawed, but who among us is not? Many of the flaws I am aware of and some are difficult to remove from my character because the flesh is weak and desires what is contrary to the Spirit. But I believe my God is a patient and forgiving God because God loves me and when I read his word he clearly defines love as being patient and forgiving.
As I type this out I am hit with the reality of this day and it being the 47th anniversary of my arrival into this world. I will say with all sincerity that my experiences have been enough to fill the resume' of any octogenarian trying to get past Saint Pete, and I am not done yet (unless God calls me home for an unexpected interview).
At this age I have transcended the gimme gimme stages of youth and greed that told me my birthday was some kind of mini Christmas where I could justifiably demonstrate my grasp of narcissism. Today, I actually treasure the cards and what they really say. I actually associate a birthday wish given from a friend as something better than a tangible gift. I see it as a person who has a "life" actually taking time out of their day to stop and recognize me with appreciation that I am a part of theirs. Looking at it from that point of view causes me to be extraordinarily grateful for every true friend that I have. Believe me, and I am sure if you have some years behind you, TRUE friends are more valuable and rare than the finest gold and gold is not having a rough time of it lately in the market place.
True friendship is an investment of time on the part of both individuals and it must be valued if it is to endure. I want all who actually value me to know I do not take the honor and privilege lightly and that in turn, you too are valued by me as that rare thing we so often take for granted. Real.

Monday, April 16, 2012

A new beginning

A new beginning
Or perhaps a start
From the place within
Called the heart

Not the organ
That keeps us alive
But the center within
That makes us thrive

It's a chance today
To start anew
To change how we see
The things we do

To be more focused
On God's will today
Instead of how
We can have our say

The book of John
Says we should be less
So he may grow
And fix our mess

A mess we made
When the world held sway
When what we sought
Was to have our way

Now a new day dawns
And we can show
This life is Gods
Because now we know

That a beginning is meant
To learn and grow
To improve our perspective
On all that God shows

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Spiritual Growth

As a child, I thought Easter was the minor league Christmas. The whole affair encompassed fake grass hiding cheap candy and peeps, scratchy and uncomfortable Sunday School outfits my mom called adorable and smart as in "Now don't you look smart?", and the expected annual edition of the Guiness book of World Records that always came off as freak show to me. I mean almost every edition had this picture of a Pakistani man with the worlds longest fingernails. They were twisty and two toned in color as they resembled small snakes emerging from the tips of each finger on his left hand like some Middle Eastern version of Medusa.
I always had this misunderstanding of the entire occasion and what it really meant. Heck, for what it's worth I even saw Christmas as some kinda reverse birthday party where the guest doesn't show and all the other kids got his gifts. Santa always brought a few but not all and the ones he left were usually big and preassembled like a slot car race track or a miniature train set. I can remember my dad telling me I should appreciate the gift from Santa because Santa really had a time putting it together. I remember one year being told by my mother, "Santa got kinda mad putting this racetrack together for you. He almost gave up on it and went to bed....er...I mean he almost left and went to another boys house.
Don't misunderstand, I mean we had the nativity scene set up and alot of Christmas spirit. The true meaning wasn't ignored but we always watched Rudolph and Frosty as well as Charlie Brown. The fake candles were in the window and the tree was always bare until Christmas morning. I just never really took in what each holiday was really all about.
Then I had kids. Two boys two years apart. My wife and I got to play the roles my parents played throughout my youth. By this time I had more than a rudimentary knowledge of the gospel's and their message. As soon as my boys were old enough to comprehend the scripture I began sharing stories of the Bible and what they meant to me. In turn, I also gained a new perspective on all of it. In short, by teaching them I taught myself. From David and Goliath to Sampson and Delilah to Abraham and Isaac to the trials of Job to the Sermon on the Mount to the Passion to the significance of the sign of Jonah to the missions of Paul and the Acts of the Apostles.
My children were my best educators regarding the messages of the scriptures. I really wanted to share the true meanings because Paul warned of false teachers and the importance of removing myself from the lesson and being as much in the Spirit as possible. I know I am flawed due to my humanness. "For all have sinned and fallen short....."
Easter is the foundation upon which the entire Christian faith is laid. Without it we who claim to follow Christ are merely members of a failed cult. I feel if it were all a hoax and a put on the Apostles (with John being the exception) would not have proclaimed Christ the Messiah all the way to their own crucifixion or flaying or beheading. Stephen was the first Martyr and even Saul (later to be known as Paul) held the cloaks of those who stoned him while Steven prayed for them. At no time did any of them declare, "WAIT!!! It is all a charade!! A hoax!!! I didn't mean it!!! Don't skin me alive!! Don't feed me to the lions!!! Don't crucify me upside down!! Don't cut my head off!!! Don't burn me alive!!!!". No, instead each and everyone of them proclaimed the good news to their own gruesome and painful death. This is a faith built on truth and the human condition and the nature of man would argue if it were not true it would have died and faded away long ago. Instead, we have this faith based on love and forgiveness and charity, not a faith based on beheading all who reject it or killing our brother in Gods very name.
I am grateful for where I am and where I have come from to get here.
Happy Easter to all.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Self Help

To look at yourself
to see who you are
is easy to see
it's not very far

Just you and a pen
and paper to write
a quite little corner
and a bright enough light

Then sit back and think
contemplate what you feel
think on your past
determine what's real

Not how the world sees you
Not on others opinion
that's out of your hands
it's not your dominion

But your character is crucial
and God and you know
the quality within
and the feelings you show

Get it down and be clear
be honest with you
because to lie to yourself
is worthless, it's true

Sort out what you hate
what you love and desire
to be in your heart
be real, not a liar

It's just you and the pad
Just you and your Lord
Be open and real
The pen never is bored

It waits for your thought
Your dictate to share
and you see from your words
that you're showing you care

Your words are sincere
because the audience is you
so share all your dreams
to make them come true