I was grocery shopping last week when I bumped into a couple who attends my church. Now we go way back, some twenty years or more, when I used to pitch for a church softball team and he was my catcher. We chatted a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries and catching up on things, then I went on my way. A couple of days later I received a call.

It was from my old friend, who told me he had a friend in need and, after running into me at the store, thought he might put the two of us together... This new guy had no job, was looking for a place to live, and really had no where to turn. My friend knew that, in the past, I've given people help, jobs, and even allowed some to live in my home, so he called...

Now I must be honest- more often than not I've been severly disappointed when helping people. I've had my business robbed twice (by a "Christian" man I employed when he was down and out), my home has been robbed, personal items, money stolen- well, you get the picture. At first, I told my friend I'd give it some thought, but after a couple of days I called and passed on helping him. Smart, right?

I don't think so... I really could find any justification in the Scriptures to validate my decision. I did find time and again where we're supposed to help those in need, those less fortunate than ourselves. And I came to this realization- Helping others really doesn't have anything to do with the way I feel. If I wait until I "feel" good about doing something then I may never act. If I wait for that ideal time, or the perfect circumstance, then I may never help another again. Instead, I must sieze the moment, must act courageously, despite my feelings, or busyness, or fear of disappointment. god doesn't call me to act when it feels right to me, or when I have time, or because it makes me feel good to do so- no, God just calls me to act. Period.

To act regardless might be viewed as foolhardy by most people today. I believe to act shows courage, and boldness, to trust God for the eventual outcome... Henri Nouwen once prayed: "Let me have the courage to live fully even when it's risky, vibrantly even when it leads to pain, and spontaneously even when it leads to mistakes". Lord help me to act in Your time, and not when it's convenient for me... Food for thought...

Alone vs Lonely...

To be alone is not the same as to be lonely. I can't believe how long it's taken me to realize this simple truth, when in fact I've lived it's wisdom most of my life... I have always been a loner, even in the midst of people, guarding and insulating the "real me" behind a facade of humor and extroversion. To know the real me is a feat of gargantuan porportion, that so few have accomplished that I can number them on one hand, for in my innermost being I am a social recluse, while appearing to be socially extroverted. To penetrate that veneer takes time and trust, and all to few have had enough of the one to earn the other, and so I live alone in my mind, content in the knowledge that I am secure in my ability to fool others...

Yet am I not fooling myself, for if I claim to be one way yet live another, who am I really? What is truth and what is facade? Perhaps to live long enough contrary to the true me is, at some point, to begin to own the contridiction as truth...

Still, I've learned it is better to be alone than to be with another and feel lonely. To desire to share one's life, one's most personal inner self with another, one's hopes and dreams and deepest longings, and discover that depth is missing in the relationship leaves you lonely... and depressed... and desiring more. It is totally possible to be with others and be completely lonely. And it's just as possible to be completely alone and not be lonely at all...

I should add that while often in my later life I find myself "completely" alone I really am not alone at all. I am so grateful for my relationship with Jesus Christ, for God's grace to allow me to be in community with Him at any given moment, that loneliness is not an option. Sure, I occassionally allow my focus to be on myself and feel sorry for myself for past relational failings, but He is always there to remind me that no matter how bad I screw up He is waiting to love and forgive me... Perhaps someday He'll drop a mate into my life that has the same grace and forgiveness and I can taste a bit of Heaven here on earth before my days are done... And Hope lives on...

Stars...

My daughter is currently in the midst of a 5-week missions trip to Haiti. She called one night, a week into her trip, and excitedly told me all about her trip thus far. One thing she especially marveled at was the millions of stars she could see in the night sky. The thought came to me of how we gaze into the heavens, amazed at the millions of stars we see, but the reality is, because it takes hundreds of light years (and more) for the light from those stars to reach us, we really don't know if those stars are still live or if they've burned out... We might be staring into a cosmic graveyard without even realizing it. But one thing is true- as we stare into the night sky and admire the heavens we are actually staring into the past, into what those stars were hundreds of light years ago...

When we look to the stars we look to the past. When we look around us, at our lives, our kids, our jobs, our desires, this is our present, and we need to learn to live in the moment, to enjoy today, for there is only one today. If we are always living in our past then we miss today, until it becomes our yesterday, and then it's too late. If we always plan ahead, look to the future then our awareness of today is when it's still tomorrow- something to be anticipated, but no place to live. The ability to live in the moment, to appreciate today, is what gives our lives flavor, adds depth and meaning to our days... Learn to stop and smell the roses (literally and figuratively!)

Our faith is our tomorrow, and our hope is our future. Some lack faith, some feel hopeless, and their tomorrows are bleak to be sure. But, as a Christ-follower, my faith is in God, and my hope is in an eternity with Him. What better future could one aspire to? So I live in today, and I aspire for tomorrow, and am warmed by the memories of my yesterdays...

Food for thought...

Faster than the Speed of Light...

It's been a while, but good to be back...

I enjoy mowing the grass, for it is almost always a time of reflection, sometimes of abstract thinking... I had an epiphany the other day, while mowing.

We often think of the speed of light as that fastest speed possible, that 186,282 miles per second. Some speculate that to reach or exceed the speed of light could possible stop or reverse time itself. I don't know about that, but to realize, as I gaze into the heavens and realize that, despite light traveling at such a speed, it takes years upon years for the light of those stars to reach me. As I look at the stars it is entirely possible that many of those very stars have burned out and I'm really staring at a cosmic graveyard. I'm actually marveling at the past, for those stars in their present state are a mystery to us...

There is something that is faster than the speed of light however. It moves so fast that it is literally instantaneous- given and received simultaneously. What is so speedy? Love. As fast as I can show it to you you can feel it, can experience it if you're open to it's possiblity. Love was, love is, love will be. We don't fully understand it, but we desire it, we crave it, we seek it out. Love fulfills us, it warms us, it satisfies us. Love is all powerful, for it is the very essence of God. God is Love (I John 4:8). God, all-knowing, all-powerful, all-seeing, all-encompassing, is love. Love is what satisfied His perfect need for justice; love is the essence that redeemed mankind and reestablished community with God. It's no wonder we seek it with all our heart... Food for thought...

Communication...

We all, on some level, desire to be good communicators. One of the fundamental mistakes that we make is that we forget the communicating is more than just speaking, it also involves listening. While most of us can speak fluently enough to get our point across many tend to be poor listeners. I think if we can recognize and understand why we are poor listeners we can improve our communication skills immensely. Some reasons why we tend to listen poorly may be:

*We are distracted by other things/issues on our minds and we don't or can't switch those things readily off.

*We allow ourselves to get distracted by things around us.

*We jump to conclusions, which can lead to us interupting and/or talking to much (you can't listen when you're talking!)

*We dismiss what we're hearing as irrelevant, unimportant, or uninteresting.

*We try so hard to remember everything that we lose the main points of the conversation. And probably the biggest culprit to good listening-

*We stop listening because we get too anxious to rebut!

We need to concentrate on the art of listening if we indeed want to become effective communicators. Once we learn to listen we will be amazed at the amount of misinformation we receive each and every day. Rarely do we converse with someone without an agenda- people are always trying to line us up on "their side", or to get us to react to their "enemy", (whatever or whoever that may be), or to have us do them a favor, and usually they believe that if they disguise their agenda within their conversation they stand a better chance of success. Much of what we hear is weighted toward the needs or wants of the speaker, sometimes at the expense of the truth. We need to train ourselves to weigh all options before making decisions, to consider the "why" of what we hear as well as the words themselves. Learning to discern why will help us understand and respond to the motivations as well as the words and make us much more effective communicators... Food for thought...

Reunions...

It's been a challenging month thus far, for in addition to the challenges of our economy as it affects business, (and selfishly, my business), I have also been grappling with that ever present topic which we tend to push to the backs of our consciousnesses- Death...

I have three wonderful brothers-in law and this month two of them have had calamities strike their families. My oldest sister's husband lost his brother when he was struck by a car while riding his bike. My baby sister's husband lost his brother to a long illness, at age 37. As I pondered these events I came to again realize that we all suffer from the same desease from which there is no escape- that of mortality, and the death rate is 100%. We will all die, barring the return of the Lord, for those who believe... My brothers-in-law's brothers were both believers in Jesus Christ, and I do believe that they are in Heaven, in a far better place, now.

As I attended this most recent funeral I again realized how close my time is coming, as I consider my life in the grander scheme of things. David wrote in his Psalms that our life on this earth is like a breath of air escaping- it is that fleeting. I picture a frosty winter morning, standing outside and seeing my breath escape into the cold air, a warm vapor quickly disapated into the cold morning air... That is my life here on this earth in the grander scheme of Eternity... But I realized something else too- that on the day that I die, that I pass from this earth, that day is a day of celebration, for it is my birthday, my eternal birthday, for I will be reborn into a new body, a new life, with my Savior Jesus Christ, a birthday I will celebrate into eternity... I will not be lost to my friends and loved ones of this world; we will have only lost contact for a season, until that time that they join me in a far more glorious country, a country called Heaven. Indeed, my brothers have not lost their brothers, only lost contact for a short while, for a part of a breath, and then there will be a joyous reunion...

Food for thought...

Love vs Geography...

A friend recently wrote me that her "Physics teacher tried to tell me love is geographical. I challenged him on that, and spent many years trying to prove him wrong." I gave this alot of thought as I was out mowing the grass today. I found that I could make a convincing argument for either position and that left me feeling very dissatisfied... So I removed myself from the argument and examined the merits of each viewpoint to see if I could reach a conclusion in my own mind. These are my thoughts:

I don't believe that "love" is geographical. I believe we can find that special person, that connection, that chemistry anywhere or anytime. Love is not bound by time, space, or distance. The concept of love comes directly from God, for it is the very definition of God ("God is love"). The concept, like God, is infinite, and is not bound by finite boundaries that limit us. I also believe that while love is not geographical, when we experience love with another person that geography definitely plays a role in the growth and health of that love, because, unlike God's love for us, we are bound by finite limitations. Love needs to be fed, to be nurtured, and that is done by giving it our attentions, by speaking our partner's love language. Distance prohibits the personal attention that the healthy growth of love requires... So the reality is, love with another person is not geographical, but for it to grow, to be a healthy, vibrant entity in our lives, we need connection, and that requires a geographical closeness because we have finite limitations. A starved relationship is ultimately a dead one...

With that said I examined my last significant relationship, which was somewhat of a long-distance relationship, although unique in many ways. I think that possibly this very concept played into the demise of the relationship, for my partner was very closed off emotionally. As I mowed today I couldn't help but wonder if the fear of the distance played into her inability to open up, to be willing to be vulnerable. I heard a number of times, "I wish you were closer; I wish you were here tonight"... Perhaps if we were closer the relationship might have grown in a different manner than it did, which ultimately starved... (I don't pretend to have the answers for all long-distance relationships, I can only venture a viewpoint based on my experiences)... Food for thought...

Commitment...

I have long admired Michael Jordan. Not because he's most probably the greatest basketball player of all time, and certainly not for some of the lifestyle choices he's made, but I've admired Michael because he's a man of commitment. I remember in the early glory days of the Chicago Bulls, when they were in the midst of winning their first three championships, and Michael was approached by a reporter and questioned about his contract. You see, the Bulls had just resigned several players and they all made more than MJ. In fact, MJ still had several years left on his contract and was sure to be considerably underpaid in relation to his teammates and the rest of the league for the balance of his contract. The reporter asked MJ if he was going to seek a rengotiation of his contract (which the Bulls were sure to do) and his reply was, "No, I signed to play for this amount and I will honor it. When this contract is over I will ask for what I'm worth and if the Bulls want me they'll pay me." And if memory serves me correct, his last year of his contract paid him $2.3 million dollars. The following year he asked for $16 million, and the Bulls countered with $20 million. That is honoring commitment.

Commitment is a lost art today. It is cheap, selfish, and covenient for most people. Commitment is good as long as it makes us happy, but when it stops, we bail. That's not commitment. True commitment is a willingness to demonstrate responsibility. It has nothing to do with our right to be happy, and everything to do with our right to be mature and responsible. Today many choose to defer from their relational responsibilities in favor of individual happiness, which selfishly is the driving motivator for many today. Commited people are persistantly responsible, and ultimately find a much deeper well of happiness and satisfaction because of their actions... There's nothing fleeting, nothing temporary about commitment.

(I've been told on many occassions I should be committed- Is this what they mean? Food for thought...)

Pivital points...

I've often said that there's nothing so powerful as recalling a negative emotion. If I took the time to read back through all my blogs I'd guess that I've even written it a time or two, because it is a truism that I have enjoyed quoting. This morning I realized that I am wrong. While it is true that negative emotions can be incredibly powerful, and can impact our memories fror years to come, it is not true that they are the most powerful.

This morning in church, the message was about growth, and how God will "prune" us to develop the character and the person he wants us to be. One point of the message was how we face growth at "pivital points" in our lives, usually those times we find ourselves despairing in one of life's valleys. As I sat there and listened I recalled a pivital point in my life, a time I was mired deep in one of those valleys, and the power of those negative emotions welled my eyes with tears as I sat there.

I have three children today, two sons, 27 and 24, and a daughter 21. Some twenty-three years ago I had another daughter who, at 8 1/2 months in the womb, turned and strangled on her umbilical cord. I can still remember, as vividly as if it were yesterday, inducing labor and delivering a beautiful baby girl. As I held that lifeless form of my beautiful baby daughter the pain, the grief so overwhelmed my broken heart. Later, I found myself sitting alone in one of the waiting rooms in the hospital and I recall praying, "God, I have loved and follwed you; how can you take my baby girl, something so precious, so wonderful to me?" And He answered my heart, so clearly that I remember opening my eyes and looking around, to see where the voice came from. He said,"You lost a child you never knew; I lost my son whom I knew forever." And as I sat there I felt the Father, greiving with me; two fathers sharing unbearabble pain together. In that moment, that experience, I knew the awesome presence of God, and comfort and peace that surpasses all understanding. In my lowest moment God was there, and holding me close to His heart, safe in his hand. That day I learned that there is something that is far more powerful than a negative emotion- it is the comfort and security of the Father. It's just taken me twenty-some years to realize it.

Today's lesson is this: You can't experience and appreciate God's comfort without first experiencing pain... Food for thought...

Cayman Comaroderie...

I spent this past week with my daughter, on a cruise to the Cayman Islands. What a wonderful time, and wonderful memories to warm my heart in years to come. A week together sharing a little cabin and not one problem, not one cross word, not one disagreement... I was so blessed and amazed...

There was an incident one day however, that I found very interesting. My daughter and I were out by the pool soaking up some rays when the guy on the other side of Ali started up a conversation with her. She has a tattoo on her wrist and another on her foot. He was questioning her decision to get them, and sharing "wayward" decisions he made in his youth. Both of Ali's tatts have significance to her faith so she began to share with him their significance. Clearly he was a skeptic, and it led him to ask some seriously troubling questions. To Ali's credit, she responded in a non-confrontational manner, but clearly he was trying to trip her up. I decided to inject myself into their discussion.

The first comment this guy says is," I'm 57 years old, and I've found I can ask 5 different Bible scholars the same question about something in the Bible and get five different interpretations on what it means. So who's supposed to be right?" I responded, "I know what you mean; that irritates me too. I wish they would put aside their personal beliefs and interpretations and just take their answer from the Bible without trying to add to what God has to say." All of a sudden we were on the same side of his argument and he went from being irritating to being inquistive. He shared how early in his "search for meaning" in his life he was turned off by religious zealots that tried to force their beliefs down his throat- can't drink, can't smoke, can't watch movies, etc. until he was so turned off that he just walked away from "religion". It sadden me, for I'd heard that same story all too often. There were these same people in Jesus' day- they were called "Pharisees"...

My new friend began to ask questions, real issues that had bothered him, and we engaged in some real and honest dialogue. I think he was a little embarassed, because several times he said, "One more question then we're gonna stop talking about this"... We were still talking strong a half hour later. When we finally wrapped up our conversation he turned to his wife and said, "Honey, I gotta get back to church more often." I couldn't help but think that this was exactly the kind of heart Jesus seeks... When questioned by the religious leaders of his day on why he ate and "consorted" with tax collectors and sinners Jesus replied, "I came to heal the sick, not the healthy." Ifr Jesus came today I think many in our churches would be astounded to find him in the malls, and bars, and places people gather- but not necessarily in their church. I think that speaks volumes ... Food for thought...

A dream...

I had a dream...



I was cast away, on a sea of lonliness, darkness lay heavy all around. I sensed the prescence of others, but the inky black of midnight left them as lost as I. My heart longed for respite, for direction, but I remained adrift...

After what seemed an eternity I felt a summons; not so much audible, but a call to my heart. Suddenly I felt direction, purpose to my drifting, and frantic at the thought of losing it I paddled through the night, until my eyes beheld a light breaking on the horizon.

As the dawn broke I could see a rough shore ahead, the surf pounding mercilessly on the rocks, and though the way seemed difficult, perhaps too difficult, I determined that if fate had set this course for me so I must continue on, to pursue the pull on my heart...

After much dilegence I managed a landfall, a lonely, savage shore, yet beautiful in its aloofness. I wondered what land this was, so lonely, yet so beautiful. There was a suggestion of a path, where some person or persons might have gone on before, and so I set off to see where it might lead. I soon found the trail steepened, became more difficult to ascend, and the rocks I climbed sliced razor-sharp through my palms, my knees, as I sought to scramble over one barrier after another. Still something inside drove me on, something inside gave me pause to realize that I was not the first to walk this path of pain. With all my strength, my dilegence, my desire I continued on- until...

Suddenly, coming over the rocks the path descended into a narrow gorge, a mere slit in the face of the rock, barely wide enough for me to squeeze through. I half slid, half fell to the bottom where to my surprise the way was blocked by a massive oaken door. It was magnificent in it's day, set directly into the rock, no hinges, no handle allowed me access. I saw I was not the first to reach this point, for the door bore the marks of those before me. Some had tried to hack their way through, leaving gashes and scars on the beautiful wood, orthers had tried to set fire to it, to burn their way through, for the charred marks marred the beauty of what once was. My heart hurt that such beauty could be so damaged, that some were so cruel to try to destroy something so beautiful, so I set out to repair what damage I could.

From the side of the trail I scooped sand and began to gently caress and rub the char and brands of the fire away. I found a stone, flat and smooth, and gently massaged the slashes and cuts out, to restore the beauty that once was. My labors were long, but I could see the beauty being restored, and, to my surprise, the door responded to my loving touch, and swung inward...



And I walked into your heart...

I Get No Respect...

Today was my day of annual self-reflection. It's the one day a year I've come to set aside specifically to be with myself- I figure if I can stand myself for a whole day then there's hope that others can stand me in smaller doses. My daughter however, doesn't honor my desire to be alone, to wallow in self-pity over my lot in life, and has insisted on injecting herself in my day. Is it asking too much to want one day a year to just be alone!? This year, despite my best efforts to sequester myself away, to seclude myself and tell all I was feeling ill, still my daughter came over to "share" in my day. And my brother dropped by. And this evening both my parents came over and insisted on visiting. Do I get no respect? And to top things off, my phone rang all day. I heard from people that rarely ever call. Why can't I have one day to call my own!? After all , everyone who called said to "enjoy my day". My parents, brother, and daughter, all called it 'my day". Yet I couldn't have it without sharing it with everyone else. So what's the big deal?

Today I turned 51... I guess a birthday isn't the best day to choose to be alone...



Just a PS here... I wrote this tongue-in-cheek. I am not really upset that I had company on my birthday- indeed, I am honored that people chose to remember me on this day. So a heartfelt "thank-you" to all who made my day special...

'Til Death does it's part...

As I grow older and begin to see and hear that friends and aquaintances are dying, passing away with increasing frequency I am left facing that ultimate reality- one day my time will come to discover I'm a very, very old man with no friends left... Seriously, one day we all must face that thought of death. All too often we find people at death's door, wanting to right wrongs, seek forgiveness, mend relationships... One truth that seems evident- most don't want to leave this life with unfinished business, but it seems all too frequently we find we're using our last breaths trying to make amends...
What if, instead of waiting until the very last minute, we choose to live our lives as if each day was our last? What if treated each person we came in contact with as if it were the last time we would ever see them? Would it change our behavior? Would we treat people with more kindness, love, and respect? How would we be treated in return? Would that love, and kindness. and respect be reciprocated? I think, living each day as if were our last, would increase the quality of our lives... Live like Jesus; Love like Jesus... Food for thought...

Our Most Priceless Commodity...

Our most priceless commodity, of all that we can attain or are given, costs us exactly nothing. Our most priceless commodity cannot be bought, but when we have it we all spend it. It would be nice to think we spend it wisely, but at some point we are all guilty of wasting it. And we can never get it back, but God, if He is gracious, gives each of us more, each day... That gift is time. Time. We all have the same amount each day, to use as wisely or as foolishly as we please. For some of us, this day, or the morrow, or one day soon, we might run out of our time. But there is one truth we can rely on; one day we all run out of time. It is that time, just before those sands of time finish trickling through the hourglass of our lives that we tend to reflect, most often on how we've spent our time. Why do we wait until the end of our time to reflect on how it was spent? Is it that we finally realize that is the most precious thing we have and soon it will all be gone?

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could learn to live aware, to live in the moment, to appreciate each minute, each second of time that we have? Wouldn't it so greatly expand our experiences if we appreciated them while we were actually living them? To enjoy the journey as much as the destination? To not just see roses, but to inhale their aromatic essence, to feel the silkiness of their petals, the harsh sharpness of their thorns? To experience a rose... But we move too fast through our lives to actually slow down and live them. Gotta work to make money to pay bills, and buy things, that cost money to run, or fix, or replace. We have doctor appointments, and soccer practice, piano lessons, grocery shopping, meals to fix, homework to do, TV to watch, games to play, friends to see, places to go... It never ends, and we let it carry us faster and faster through life until each thing on our list is a destination, and the journey to get there blurs into all the others... What if the journey were more enjoyable than the destination? What if that time was well spent? Perhaps our world would begin to slow down, perhaps we would learn that there is beauty and life going on all around us that we never even realized existed... Perhaps our lives would take on a slower pace, but one with flavor, with more substance, with the essence of life, not just existing... Food for thought...

PS. If you tend to disagree with this post all I can say is, by reading this there's several minutes you'll never get back!!

He Is Risen!

This is the the most important celebration of my year, for today is the anniversary of the followers of Christ arrivivng to find the empty tomb, for Christ had risen, defeated death, and gave hope to a fallen world. He is my hope, and this day I celebrate his tremendous sacrifice for us, for me. Not everyone stops to appreciate the meaning of Easter; indeed to some it's all about candy, and colored eggs, but that's not Easter. Easter is the culmination of a gracious and loving God's plan, a plan to re-establish community that man had broken, through the sacrifice of His Son as the price for our sin. In this act of sacrifice God's perfect love satisfied his perfect justice for the sin of this world. We can see and embrace a love like no other, and a grace that is almost incomprehensible to our human nature...

Today is the very crux of Christianity. Many call themselves "Christian" today, because it has become politically acceptable and advantageous, but only the acceptance of His gift, the embracing of Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, only through a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, the risen Lord, is one truly a Christian, or Christ follower... And today we celebrate!

Born too late...

I think I was born in the wrong era... In my lifetime I have seen our world shrink so dramatically, become a global community, where our entire world is now our neighborhood... There's something inside me that cries out to lose myself in nature, to walk or ride where no man has gone before- but I am several centuries too late for that...

I think I was born too late in another respect- I am just not geared for this "instant" society we live in... I have learned that there is great joy in taking things slow, enjoying the trip rather than total focus on the destination. We are in such a hurry to aquire "things" that we miss out on the truly valuable things in life... There is anticipation in having to wait, that only heightens our appreciation when finally we are able to partake... Baking from scratch always tastes better than "box" baking- they can't box the care and love you put in to your own creation...

I'm finding I'm in the wrong era in the dating world now too... Everyone is in a hurry to meet someone, to get in a relationship that they don't take the time to find out if they really like the other person, or if they are indeed liked in return! How can one be a lover if not first a friend? It's a mystery to me, but not something on which I am willing to compromise myself... Must be true to myself, no? I think we lose so much when we forfeit time in building our relationships... I see so many women literally begging for romance in their relationships, but failing to understand that romance is a product of time and desire on the part of a male... We don't just "get romantic"- it is a natural oveflow of the heart when we seek out and pursue the one who catches our fancy. Romance is part of the mating ritual- the act of seducing the will, the winning of the heart of the one we cherish and desire. Yet it takes time to develop, and in this "instant gratification" society time is the first casualty, and following right behind, romance...

As long as I'm rambling, what is it that draws women to the "bad boys"? Is it that they think they're wild, and the woman entertains some hope of taming them? Is it that they think they are more exciting, because they could "get" any woman, but they've chosen you? Here's a newsflash- bad boys are bad. They are selfish and self-serving.They've learned how to manipulate and use women and they are smart enough to get out before they are "tamed"... And in the end you get hurt, because you cared and they didn't... Take it from a former bad boy... In my younger days I dated many women, broke many hearts, and today it is not something I'm proud of. Today I'm proud that I've learned that behavior was destructive, and hurt people. Today I'm proud that I've learned the importance of being vulnerable, of being sensitive to my partner's needs, and wants, and desires. I've learned that it is more important to treasure each night with one woman, than a different woman every night... I guess I've become boring...

Island Community...

I sometimes think I am strong, an island, capable of standing alone through the storms of life. A few months ago I walked away from a woman I love because she was incapable of loving me back, because for any relationship to survive there needs to be a mutuality of giving... It was perhaps one of the most difficult things I've had to do, yet I did it to protect my heart... I thought I could weather the pain and disaster of the situation alone, and indeed I fooled myself into believing I was handling it well, but my God knew better...

A good friend, far better than I could ever have imagined, came from New York to visit me this past weekend, in part because she knew how deeply a wound of the heart can be, for she's grieved through her own. She spent the weekend just being my friend, listening to countless memories from a relationship now dead, mostly just listening and being there, occassionally sharing or counseling out of the experience of her wounds... And I learned once again, I am not an island, I lose something special trying to stand alone. There is nothing more comforting than community when we deal with grief. Our most base response is to squirrel ourselves away, and be alone with our misery. But community allows our grief, our burden to be shared, shared by others who care, who are compassionate and empahetic, and it is lessened, lighter, easier to bear...

I read once that even though we might be living in present pain or disaster that after grieving through our pain we can and will live again. The secret lies in our response to our pain. if we choose to allow it, our pain can narrow the generosity of our heart, and can make us too self-protecting, too careful, or it can make us more sensitive, more helpful, more generous. It all depends on the creative response to our heart, our pain, our grief... I believe that this past weekend I again learned a valuable lesson- community gives us a much better chance of responding positively to such powerful negative emotions and situations... Community gives hope of a better tomorrow, of a brighter future, of the opportunity to live creatively in the present despite pain and grief... So to my friend I give heartfelt "thanks" and an undying gratude for your selfless act of reaching out to me... You are greatly appreciated...

Potpouri Politics...

I have avoided writing politics in my past but in today's economic situation it can't help but creep in sooner or later... I have been following with some interest the plight of our automakers, especially these past several years, because they are a microcosim of our economy. Today they are virtually bankrupt, receiving government bailout monies, and not changing failed practices still.
Years ago our automakers had the opportunity to observe our foreign competitors and change themselves to be competitive. Honda and Toyota were producing better quality products cheaper, better engines that were lighter resulting in more efficiency and mileage, and their plants were half the size and people but turning out the same production. As American automakers tried to modernize and keep up our unions throttled the efforts by bulking at the idea of losing jobs or concessions. GM created a "job bank" for those employees whose jobs were eliminated. They still carried employees who were basically dead weight, plus the cost of retirees' health care and pensions... They spend about 7 billion a year on retired or past employees... Meanwhile our foreign competitors opened factories here, in the US with non-union workers and none of the dead weight. They are leaner, more cost effective, and profitable.
Today Detroit is half the population as in it's glory days in the 1950's. Houses that sold ten years ago in excess of a hundred thousand dollars can be bought for ten thousand or less. The future of our auto industry is in shambles, and the unions still refuse to concede. So what's the answer?

Our current administration (and our elected officials on both sides of the aisle) seems to think bailouts are the answer. My question is: "What problem has ever been solved by throwing money at it?" If history has taught us anything it is that unregulated spending only creates bigger problems. The "temporary social programs" that were instituted in the 1930's to pull us out of the depression has cost our nation hundreds of billions of dollars since, for those temporary programs still exist today with minimal positive effect. Our welfare system is a mess, Social Security has been in trouble for years... "Temporary" programs that threw money at a problem. (Another of many examples: the Department of Energy was established in the early 1970's with one mandate: Reduce our dependence on foreign oil. Today that department employs over one hundred thousand people and spends billions of dollars and we are more dependent on foreign oil than ever).
I believe that giving money to people without the ability to earn it robs them of self-worth, and eventually self-esteem. People who earn their way have a pride in themselves, and a sense of worth. We've stolen that from thousands and thousands of people. If people need money to get through a rough patch I say okay, let's help them out, but let them earn it. Let them feel like they deserve what they're getting.
I also believe that once upon a time unions had a place and a purpose in our society. Today our government has assumed the role that unions once played- keeping business fair. Instead, today unions need to be regulated as much as industry. Today unions have outlived their usefulness and now are strangling free comerce. We cannot compete, as a nation, with other countries if we have to rely on union labor. Unions claim to be for the "worker" but are often more corrupt than any business. There is not the incentive to excel within the structure of the union, for individual effort is not recognized within the union contract. Quality of work is established at the level of the weakest union member. It is the opposite result of the concept of competition for better quality products in a free enterprise system.

Perhaps the answer can be found in the basic tenets of the free enterprise system on which our country was founded. The efficient survive, the inefficient die. Instead of throwing money at the failed policies of our automakers, instead of bailing out the failed practices of our banks let them fail. In their place new, more efficient, better managed and regulated businesses would emerge. And our economy would begin to heal, would strentghen, would lead once again. Instead of throwing money at our problems we should begin to reward excellence again, to pay for incentive. We should allow non-union businesses to grow without being picketed or harrassed by union employees who feel threatened by those who acheive excellence on their own individual merit, who don't rely on the stranglehold of a union contract for "automatic" raaises or advancement.
We should also reduce the size of our government. We have hundreds of thousands of governmental employees, only a small fraction of whom are elected. Our government is highly inefficient and needs to be overhauled. As any industry, the larger it grows the more likely the accumulation of "dead weight" is to occur. And, as any company that desires to be profitable knows, purges are necessary to remain a profitable and viable entity. We are leaving our children and grandchildren incredible debt- much could be allieviated within our lifetime by simply reducing the size of government and purging some of its dead weight...

We won't see any of these changes however, for the very people who need to fix the problem are the very ones who are guilty of corrupting it. To fix our economy right would spell the end of the golden goose that so many politicians have reaped the benefits from... Change takes time; without change to correct the failed policies money is just a tempory "quick fix" and when it's spent the problems remain...
On a more personal level, we need to learn to live within our means. We have lived extravagantly, in the eyes of the world, for a long time. We accumulate debt, not for necessities but for our pleasures. We need to learn to live wisely, to save for difficult times, and learn to curb recreational spending. Or we all better learn to speak Chinese, for they will end up buying all our debt and owning our country...