Saturday, May 07, 2005

Deep Within The Silver Minds

There are people I know whom I sometimes wish I could strap into a chair and force to tell me their stories.

My father-in-law is one. We have a good relationship and I have heard some of his adventures and certainly plenty of his opinions. Make no mistake I cherish them, but there have been other - less frequent - occasions when our conversation has slipped slightly beyond the comfortably familiar to the more personally insightful. It's then I realize that he has many untold tales, and perhaps not all are pretty stories.

I desire more.

My friends Roy and Charles are on my inquisition list too. So is my relatively new friend Chuck.

All these men are in their 70's - active and relatively healthy. Perhaps they'll all out live me, but even were that to prove true, without more purposeful effort on my part I would still be shortchanged their wisdom.

Chuck and I have known each other for shortest period of time, but our conversations have been deep and meaningful. We talk often about God.

I suppose this is due in part to the fact that Chuck is entering a new season of life and with it has come a renewed desire for spiritual sustenance. Chuck knows a great many people, but I don't know how many of them are people with whom he can be candid about his faith, or forthcoming with his fears. I'm not sure I've reached that level with him yet either, but I hope we're at least heading in that direction.

Alas, like many things of true value the conversations I seek can't be forced or timed or demanded...the words must be gleaned in circumstances of comfort...in unchallenged times of quiet ease.

Such moments are not as easy to find as you might imagine.

But I think I am going to try harder.

I'm becoming increasingly aware that these efforts yield the building blocks of character.

I'm mining silver and finding pure gold.

5-7-5

Oh! Five, Seven, Five
The date that is - Haiku Day
For those who might care.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Pennsyvlania...Who Knew?

I have on my desk a letter sent to my office...destined for my Ignatius file - this one is from the Government...the Government of God.



I know you can't read that...and it's probably just as well. It doesn't make a great deal of sense. It's from Joseph A. Friscia - Governor of "The State."

In it he advises the Government of the U.S. and all Judeo Christian churches that effective today "I've removed my special protection and favored-nation status from the United States of America. You have been my servant, but the time and space allotted you has been taken up into the time and space of the heavenly dimension. It is now time for My Time. I establish a spiritual State on Earth. The seed will reside exclusively in the State of Pennsylvania until my Son's arrival."

The letter goes on to say that "effective today My Son's churches are decommissioned. Well done beautiful servant, but your message is now an old one. Beat your tithes into business shares and fill your purse."

There's a lot more...Governor Friscia,who seems to confuse himself sometimes with God points out that there is no other intelligent life in the universe. That "My Son's sign will mark the deliverance of the new covenant. The sign consists of an isosceles triangle denoting the new order of the age. Hovering above this will be the two great living lights which will beat and throb in unison."

Compared to a lot of religious pronouncements I receive this is actually quite sweet. He talks of joy, and how "all will be saved one day...even the silly Satan will be loved and saved! And all the universe will be transformed to perfection as it is interpenetrated by the eternal Negative Love of the God Family."

Okay, I'll admit some most of it is a little confusing...The only real requirement though seems to be we've got to be in Pennsylvania.

"Physical Pennsylvania , that is to say The House of Joseph, will be the only safe haven for My children. No one with the marks of heaven will be safe elsewhere."

I've never really spent any time in Pennsylvania, but my nephew and his wife live there. I'm traveling to Ohio in a week or so....maybe a quick a side trip....you know...just to be safe.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Jane And Prayer

Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes - Ephesians 6:11

Many of us have prayed for her...some still do...many don't know her name, some of us never did.


Photo by:Bahram Mark Sobhani
Her name is Jane Swanson and she quoted that verse from Ephesians this morning as she stood bravely before a crowd of students, a TV camera and a microphone. She has stood bravely before...in front of a crazed gunman - a co-worker who then shot her point blank in the face.

"I truly believe the power of prayer from our local community and God's grace provided me with the opportunity to continue my life." That's what Jane Swanson said today.

The shooting took place in July of 2003 less than 10 miles from our home, even closer to our church. It had an impact on a lot of people I know. I mentioned it briefly back then.

It was a workplace shooting rampage, which sadly in this day requires little or no additional explanation. Jane Swanson - a devout Christian - was the person the gunman came to kill that day...the others got in the path of his wrath. All of the other victims died. The gunman killed himself. Every local media outlet and some from other cities covered the story. It was on the national newscasts. Workplace violence. Senseless. Merciless.

Jane's wounds were unthinkable...her prognosis quite poor. Hospital officials we spoke with shook their heads, and mentioned the very remote chance she had of surviving, and the lesser chance of a substantive quality of life. They also mentioned her family's strong faith and asked that we write about their request for prayer. I wrote those stories, but I admittedly expected the day to come when I would be called upon to write about her valiant fight for life failing. I prayed I would be wrong.

On this National Day of Prayer we wrote about Jane Swanson, standing before students and two reporters at a Christian school - physical and emotional scars still visible from a horror none of us are likely to ever understand - but she is alive and growing stronger. She is mentally alert.

Also still visible, perhaps more than ever before, is her faith.

She told the students that seconds after she was shot she began reciting that verse from Ephesians...and she believed. She believed one day she would stand before them.

She believed she would have the chance to tell them about the power of prayer.

The Morning Of Enlightenment

My cell phone rang at 1:30 yesterday...1:30 a.m.

For most folks that would be an annoyance...for me it was a signal of panic. It meant I had overslept somehow. The caller was only a few feet away upstairs...Erin. The power was out in the house and Erin wanted to make certain I was up.

I have two alarm clocks...both are supposed to have battery back ups (apparently you have to change those batteries by the way). It was no major crisis. Mercifully the one day the power failed was the day Erin was staying up because I was giving her a ride to the airport on my way to the office. So I stumbled around in the dark trying to get ready for work.

We have an emergency flashlight in the house, but not in the bedroom and I had already overslept. I figured I could shower and get dressed in the dark without too much difficulty. That proved harder than I imagined - I literally couldn't see anything. Then I remembered my cell phone. I kept punching buttons on the phone to get it to emit enough light to find my toothbrush, locate shoes, and be relatively certain I was wearing matching socks.

Evidently Erin packed by the light of tiny tea candles.

We made it out of the house without any additional problems and I dropped Erin at the airport before going into work.

As I write this morning (yes, I consider 1: 50 a.m morning) the house is comparatively ablaze in light. There are lights on in several rooms, something for which I'm grateful...I haven't banged my shins on anything yet today and I've been up for an hour.

I'm also thankful though to realize often times we can get by with a lot less than we suspect.

Additionally it's perhaps a good reminder that when we allow only a small sliver of our light to shine it can be quite illuminating.


Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. - Psalm 119:105

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Achoo! You're It!

Okay... I've been "tagged." Twice actually - by Bet at Dappled Things and Katy at Fallible.com

I wasn't going to play for a variety of reasons, but I fear I'm going to keep getting tagged and then I won't know who to tag in return because everyone will have already been tagged. I have a limited circle of blog friends who might participate in something such as this, and a large number who might retaliate.

Oh, sorry...you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?

Well this is what's called a "meme" which I had to look up but I gather it's sort of a self propagating societal reflection...something like digital snot. Okay, that might be a little graphic...a mental cold germ of sorts.

Anyway, here's the deal.

If you're tagged, you need to choose 5 (or more if you like) occupations from the list below and then finish the sentence for each that you've chosen.

You then tag three more people who must do the same. You can add more occupations to the list when you pass it on but you must choose your 5 from the list provided by the person who tagged you. You're also asked to trackback to the blogger who tagged you if you know how. Since I was "tagged" by two people I combined both of their lists into this list before adding my three

If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist...
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete...
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a llama-rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be a service member...
If I could be a photographer...
If I could be a philanthropist...
If I could be a rap artist...
If I could be a child actor...
If I could be a secret agent...
If I could be a comedian/comedienne...
If I could be a priest...
If I could be a radio announcer...
If I could be a phlebotomist...
If I could be Paris Hilton's stylist...
If I could be the CEO of Microsoft..
If I could be a movie producer.
If I could be a laser hair removal specialist.
If I could be a dog groomer...
If I could be a bicycle repairman...
If I could be a member of the Royal Family...

Now my responses:

If I could be a child actor I'd have it in my contract I had to act like a child. I'm tired of watching kids on TV that we've made funny by robbing them of their innocence.

If I could be an inn keeper there would always be at least two rooms open at no cost....one for old friends...one for strangers who couldn't pay.

If I could be an athlete than I'd be fairly certain Armageddon was near.

If I could be a professor I'd teach common sense...anyone who was still in the class at the end of the semester would fail.

If I could be a llama-rider I'd be quite a sight and I'd ride my llama to places llama's don't get to go often...like Dairy Queen. The thought of being a llama rider in a Dairy Queen drive thru has a certain appeal to me.

Why do I have a feeling the next person tagged is going to add "If I could be a psychiatrist I'd ask Michael Main more about llama riding at Dairy Queen?"

Anyway, the folks I'm tagging are Matt because he needs diversions. Amber because she's doesn't have time for such things so that makes such things all the more important, and Captain Wow because I threw a digital dart at my blogroll and that's who it hit.

Tag! You're it!

Or Achoo! Depending on your viewpoint. Sorry...I'm sure that will wash out.

Did I Mention I Have A Birthday In June?



From ThinkGeek.com

Monday, May 02, 2005

Halftime Thoughts

I can't tell if I'm slipping into a dream state or not but does anyone else think George Karl looks like something out of Lord Of The Rings?



I should be sleeping.

Head West Young Weekend

I haven't blogged in four days. I think that's the longest I've gone without writing, with the exception of vacations, since I started this cozy corner of confusion.

Over the past four days I've really barely sat down at the computer. We had a garage sale Friday and Saturday which primarily constituted work for Amy but somehow I used that as an excuse. I did move a lot stuff and had some nice conversations with neighbors I didn't know we had. Admittedly there's something odd about talking to a couple whom Amy befriended earlier only to have the wife point to her husband and then say to me, "He's wearing your pants. We bought them for a dollar!"


Friday night Amy and I had a late dinner with friends...It was elegant and spiritual...I'm not sure where that relationship is leading us...I'm sure God wants us to explore it though.

I had a meeting of the church leadership Saturday morning where the pragmatic met the spiritual and each dipped their toes into the waters of wisdom and patience. I'm not sure where that will lead either but again I'm certain of our Guide.

Such deep thought of course led me back home to a period of profound reflection...in other words I napped most of the afternoon away before having to take much of the stuff we didn't sell at the garage sale - stuff other than my pants - to the Cancer Society.

Then there was a late night Spurs game which I was actually able to watch since it was on free TV.

Sunday afternoon Amy and spent almost entirely in bed watching "The West Wing" on DVD.

We've never watched the West Wing...there isn't room in our lives for another TV show and I think both of us didn't want to like the show to begin with because it deals with politics and we tire easily of politics....but we had caught a few shows while channel surfing and had decided to rent the early shows when Erin told us she owned the entire first season on DVD...whoosh....there went a weekend.

And we didn't even get halfway through season one.

What's worse...or better depending on your level of denial...Erin came back from visiting family with season two in hand.

I may be out of contact well into June.

Now it's 2 a.m. on Monday and I don't really have time to blog, but Amy works for an hour this afternoon and I swore I was going to use that time to clean out a closet downstairs (Erin's evil influence is at work again) so we can store all of Amy's bread baking supplies in there. Should I succeed we will have reclaimed our front room for things that have not been seen for some time...like furniture.

When Amy gets home from work I'm sure she'll want to relax...and I'll want to join her because we don't get to spend enough time together...

Plus if I don't join her, she might watch the next episode of The West Wing without me.