Monday, July 31, 2006

We Are What We Eat, Hear, See!






I was driving down the interstate Saturday and something caught my eye. It was a poor baby choking in the back seat of a car! No, no sibling sitting in the back seat with their hands around the little one's neck...maybe it was worse. Instead two parents sitting in the front seats were smoking up a storm. There were no windows cracked or down. I had to turn away as I thought about little Johnny in the back seat choking on second hand smoke. I continued thinking about it.

If there were someone actually hurting their baby, I bet they would be up in arms.
I bet if someone were praying about God around their baby, they would be up in arms.
I bet if someone were feeding their child poison, they would be up in arms.

How odd the normal has become.

I wonder how much more careful I should be when not paying attention to what I see, hear and eat. Are we not all just large fetuses with invisible cords connected to our friends, the media and our own selfish wants/ambitions drinking in desperate hopes of choking long before the pain sets in from seeing all the dark pain, despair and junk littering our everyday lives?

Thank God for love and Jesus — or there really would be NO HOPE for us and our appetites......

M

Friday, July 28, 2006

The Value of Time -- Lost, Cherished, Missed...MORE!






Here it begins....the "now." It's always now when it's a question of when. Everyone wants more time; and when it's all gone — it isn't more money, cars, chicks, dudes, houses, trips or etc. that people want more of. It's time! Whoa be unto the day when we figure out how to bottle or sell more time.

Even our memories will be bottled someday and sold. What is science fiction today is tomorrow's reality. The world is being prepared for many "unmentionables" to come including "contact" which may undermine every check and balance we are acustomed to enjoying or ignoring.




On the other hand...the image above really generates some other thoughts about another blog topic/idea. Hmmm...."oh the mind when it studies......"



M

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Death Lurking in Life






L — I — F — E! It's the thing we wade thru each day ...
moaning til it has fallen into yesterday so we can begin the same lathargic crawling swagger again.



I see it lurking...death.....right in the middle of life. It's the one thing that stops every hope, dream and destiny in one felled swoop. It has the power to stop the greatest juggernaut in its tracks, immoblized like marble at just the thought of it. Is it philosophical mumbo jumbo....."death lurking in the middle of life?"

LIfe and Death are the same coin; just opposite sides, carried in the pockets of Time or Eternity. Time is the left pocket, opposite of Eternity...which has a hole in it. Eternity tends to be air-tight, no runs, drips or errors....just perfectly continual. Anyway, back to the death in life. There it is lurking right in the middle of life. It's "i f!" If has the power to stop the biggest juggernaut or the cockiest pig — using the worst doubts against one's only fears. "I F"...ringing in the distance like the churchbell at a large funeral, snickering like the first wind before Halloween and running behind every nook and cranny like a desperate mouse just before winter, scurring around for last minutes and last chances. IF... ...it's just two little letters sitting innocently, propped at the boot of 'L' and the back of 'E."




M

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Deep Uneasy — Hunting Myself


Come out, come out, where ever you are... I know your in here, myself...





Hmmmm.....what a phrase... the Deep Uneasy....Even the thought of it stills my blood and wretches my stomach. The blood in my brain pauses to mark its location upon uttering such a phrase. How do we decide who we are? What makes us stop to ask, "did I do that?" Something buried down deep inside our darkest, warm parts makes and keeps record of who we are and what we stand for. When something is off radar; that thermostat kicks in to warm things up or cool them off.

I spend time trying to study the mind and how it works, as well as why it works. What a fascinating device. What a phenomenal Creator must have made it. How do we stop ourselves from being ourselves? What makes us do other than what we want or would rather do? Can we reprogram our minds? Paul speaks of "We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:5, NIV). Boy, that seems exhausting. I am certainly no Bible-Thumper or perfect saint; but I have all the respect for someone who is perfect. I do the best I can; really more accurate; we do the best we want to.

What do you do when someone else is so much a part of you that they have all the access codes to everything private about you? How do you kill what's inside without dying yourself? It is certainly true that everything familiar is not necessarily good for you. A soldier trains for combat before he needs to; the same is true for every other walk of life. What do we spend our time training for? It becomes obvious by looking at the battles we lose continuously. The other side of that is being sure we "actually" wanted to win in the first place.

We drive along the highway of life with its potholes, signs, accidents and exits. We know the end; but it is also foreign to us. We know each other; but hide ourselves — thus, we are all strangers.






M

Isn't It Odd....






Well, yesterday was Independence Day and most folks celebrated with family, fun and fireworks. It wasn't particularly joyful for me. My neighbor came over to tell me the day before that his son was dead. I could not feel right about celebrating next door being aware of his great loss.

As I drove in today, it was raining. My wife had said it was supposed to rain for the next 3 days. After seeing Superman and it's similarity to the Passion; Christ was dead for 3 days and the Trinity is made up of 3 beings--hmmm, how interesting. I couldn't help but wonder if the rain was from the tears of all the fallen who died to ensure and preserve a freedom that so many take for granted. I wondered how many actually thought about them or their families? I hoped that those left behind are not fighting with the government just to get enough money to live each month. I hope all this was just a passing thought only rooted in my own melocholy odd.

M