Five Minute Friday — Support

Time for Five Minute Friday!

Five Minute Friday is an opportunity to focus on a prompt word for five minutes (more or less), write a pithy (or sometimes not so pithy) post, share it with others at Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com and sit back and enjoy other posts from other writers. It’s an exercise that keeps your mind sharp … and introduces you to a world of thought on the prompt from the other talented participants. It’s free. It’s easy (okay, not always). It’s addictive (in a good way). You should visit and check it out or — better yet — join in the fun of expressing yourself!

This week’s prompt is SUPPORT. The timer is set, so let’s GO …

Each week, I send a note of encouragement to my family and friends. A couple of weeks ago, it was a story about James Dobson and his interaction with a seventh grade student when he was teaching in the public schools. She looked him up years later and when asked why she went through so much trouble, she told him, “Because when I was a seventh grade student in junior high school, you were the only person in my life who acted like you respected and believed in me and I wanted to know your God.”

That’s support … support of your belief system put into action.

I like to think my meager contributions to family and friends are also support, catching just some one some day at just the right time to lift them up to see the Light.

That’s what we do here at Five Minute Friday … support each other by writing, sharing our thoughts, reading and responding to others. That’s what drew me here — that’s what keeps me here.

That’s our role as Christians … to support each other, spiritually, mentally and, when able, physically … STOP

through prayer, an understanding mind and an open heart.

In fact, I’ve been using testimonials about the group and the exercise from other members as collected in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Flat. This week’s it’s Amanda. I encourage you to listen to the words and visit Kate and her wonderful corps of writers … and maybe be inspired to join in!

“I started Five Minute Friday shortly after my son was born. A new mom struggling to survive and Lisa-Jo’s [Baker, the blog exercise founder] posts were a life line I clung to in those hard early days. I was transitioning from being a captain in the Air Force to a stay at home mom. It was hard, so very hard. I went from rock star to failure in a matter of weeks. I was searching for a way to cope and I found writing. Reading blogs was the start and then when I learned about Five Minute Friday I jumped in. As a new mom I didn’t have a lot of time, but I started to commit to writing for five minutes each week and found so much joy I started writing more and more. Eventually, it led me to starting my blog. Five Minute Friday opened up a door to a part of me that I didn’t know I needed.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: When you help someone up a steep hill, you get nearer the top yourself.

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‘Go Back to Maine’

Those were the words my doctor greeted me with the other day as she entered the room with two thumbs up and an ear-to-ear smile. She then gave me a big bear hug as we settled in for the purpose of the visit, a follow-up to my overall health.

Those who know me know my “health” isn’t something I take too seriously. I mean, if I’m not feeling well, I will take action but I’m not particularly buying into preventative medicine. And I detest medication, or as I have been known to say, legalized poison.

Dr. Coan appreciates that  mindset, gently prodding me rather than fostering anything upon me. From day one, she has said any changes have to be my changes, otherwise we’re just treating symptoms and not causes. More important, because she has a PhD in pharmacology in addition to her medical degree and spent years in the pharmaceutical industry, she knows the pharmaceutical language and can dissect fact from fiction.

Now, I have no real serious issues, just a number of small annoyances, like early stage diabetes, some hypertension, an a-fib heart that beats to its own beat, weight issues {I do like to eat} and sleep apnea {not a good combination with a-fib}. Typically, patients with these ailments might have a medicine chest filled with prescription drugs … this one for that problem, that one to counter the effects of the medication, others for other ailments, others to counter the side effects. I take five prescription drugs {two as counter measures}, I do supplement the regimen with 11 natural herbs. In fact, it’s Dr. Coan’s philosophy to attack problems naturally and supplement with pharmaceuticals. And she has been there to advise me and answer my questions … even three states away.

Certainly, Dr. Coan has been on me to do the obvious … lose weight, exercise, eat healthier, blah, blah, blah. And for five years we’ve been doing this dance.

Guess what? The latest blood work indicated I wasn’t stepping on her toes.

So, what changed, she asked. To which I answered, not much, really. Her response, “Really!”

Okay, so my stress level is down because I have now formally retired.

“A lifestyle change,” she interjected.

I’m sleeping on a regular eight hour schedule.

“No 16-18 work days followed by two or three days of catch up rest. A lifestyle change,” she remarked.

I tried the CPAP again.

“How’s that working?” she asked and when I said a lot better than my first experience, she added, “Hmm, another lifestyle change.”

I got a dog who needs me to walk her at least four times a day.

“Walking … about a mile a day and stairs four times a day. A lifestyle change.”

I’m eating on a regular schedule. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Not usually at night.

“Good. Another lifestyle change. I suppose you’re still eating toast for breakfast — there are alternatives. What about your main meal?”

Well, sometimes I have a muffin for breakfast {head shakes}, but generally I have chicken and fish … not too much beef. I broil or bake more dinners with fresh roasted vegetables.

“Good, another lifestyle change. “Try organic chicken. I’m proud of you! What about peanut butter?”

“Still eat it, but mostly fresh ground with no sugar. Just peanuts and oil. I tried making my own. It was okay, but more trouble than it’s worth on a small scale. I’ll pick up some before I go back.”

“It’s taken awhile, Joe, but I really am proud of you. These are the best numbers I’ve seen in all the years I’ve been seeing you. You lost five pounds, every marker is down. The only confusing thing is you have good bad cholesterol numbers and bad good cholesterol numbers which skews the ratio, but even that’s lower. And we are talking about you … nothing is ever normal.”

She added, “The sad thing is I may not see you again.”

When I asked her what she meant, she said it was a long way to Maine. Hey, what’s 589 miles for comfortable primary care physician.

“Well, if you still want me, I’ll come back,” I said, drawing another big smile and a hug — which is somewhat atypical since she’s not generally a hugger.

“I’d love that!” she said. “We’ll make it six months, but behave yourself over the holidays. I want to see more improvement!”

As she exited the room, it was with another bear hug. “I love successes!”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. — Albert Einstein

 

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Five Minute Friday — Work

Happy Five Minute Friday!

The rules remain the same. Ponder the weekly prompt. Nothing too pithy, just honest as the words flow from the brain through the fingers. Keep it limited to five minutes {or so} with limited editing. Link at Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com and sit back and enjoy other posts from other writers.

In fact, I’ve been using testimonials about the group and the exercise from other members as collected in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Flat. This week’s it’s an anonymous post. I encourage you to listen to the words and visit Kate and her wonderful corps of writers … and maybe be inspired to join in!

“It all started with Lisa-Jo [Baker, the originator of Five Minute Friday] and when Kate was the new hostess, I wondered if my season for FMF was over. I stuck with it and I am so glad I did. I enjoy the Thursday night Twitter party and the challenge to say something in five minutes!”

I’ve approached this week’s prompt — WORK — with a little tongue in cheek, but nonetheless, the timer is set so it’s time to GO…

Thanks Adam. Thanks Eve. We toil from dawn to dusk (or dusk to dawn). We work for years on end. We work at real jobs. We work for pleasure (like gardens or exercise … not me, of course). We work, work, work.

Once upon a time, we were kids. We didn’t have to think about work. We thought about entertainment like pick up ball games with our friends or an afternoon at the local movie house. Alas and alack, we grew up and as our toys got more expensive — like our first car — the responsibilities started to add up and guess where we landed … in the workforce to keep gas in the tank to fuel our  entertainment.

Of course, then comes love and marriage and back to work to keep the lights on and the roof over our heads. And we all know how challenging the “real” work of keeping a happy, healthy, marriage alive is as well as keeping clothes on kids who grow an inch every day and food on the table for their never-ending friends.

One day, finally, you get to bid the workforce … STOP

… goodbye. But it quickly becomes a parade of volunteering, which means — you guessed it — more work.

This weekend, for example, I volunteered to babysit four of my grandchildren. End of day one. We got through it with just one overly dramatic scratch (the boo boo bandage sealed with duck tape), tried to keep a persnickety puppy from the ever-pawing paws of the littler grandkids (I don’t know how many times poor Angelina was locked in her kennel to escape), ate PB&J sandwiches on the picnic table outside before running around and playing for an hour or so, sat through I lost count at nine My Little Pony episodes, had burgers, fries and a salad for dinner and watched Paddington. It’s now bedtime, with the eldest fighting the youngest to go to sleep and the two middle one settling in to bunk with me in the living room, complete with forts and sleeping bags. UPDATE: Youngest has joined the party.

I even missed my afternoon nap!

Now, in all my years, I didn’t do a lot of manual labor, but I have to tell you THIS day’s work was exhausting! And I did have a little help (?) from the older ones.

One down. One and a half to go!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Every problem has in it the seeds of its own solution. If you don’t have any problems, you don’t get any seeds. — Norman Vincent Peale

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Happy Anniversary … To Me

When I checked my notifications this morning, there was one from WordPress. “Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!You registered on WordPress.com five years ago.”

Wow! Five years!

When I checked further, that’s 689 published posts, not including this one. This year, there were 106 posts, 48 of which were Five Minute Friday exercises.

According to the stat tracker, based on a combination of likes and comments, the most favored post was The Church Mouse posted Jan. 26. The most popular in likes was Just Dreaming, published Nov. 3. The post receiving the most comments was a Five Minute Friday offering, Future, published June 2. Others reaching double digit acceptance were I Guess I’m in Deep Doo Doo; Prayers, Prayers and More Prayers; Welcome to Rockport, ME; I Lost a Sock; The Russians Are Coming! The Russians Are Coming!; I Did It!; Dreams … Dreams … Dreams; Finding Maine; O Canada; Love Songs; Happy Birthday to Me; Pete’s Dragon; The Visit (my favorite post of the year); Treasures on the Road;  The Shack; and My Life with Angelina; and the Five Minute Friday contributions Guide, Journey, Breathe, Abandon, Expect, Control, Friend,  Enough, Visit, Worth, Play, Speak, Path, Crave, Middle, Connect and More.

The stat page says there were 9,885 views over the past year representing 660 blog followers, 239 on Facebook and 74 on Twitter. And I’m always amazed at where the hits come from — literally around the world!

I said it on day one, “I have no idea what I will write about. I have thousands of ideas collected over the years, but sharing those ideas with strangers (who I hope will soon become friends!) is the challenge. That’s where you come in. I need feedback. I need suggestions. I need constructive criticism.”

As I celebrate five years of writing on this platform — part of a 50-plus year writing career — I hope you have enjoyed the journey from Don’t Flinch to the current post. Who would have thought my little words, ramblings and free range thoughts would go this far.

Thank you!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: If you’re going through hell, keep going. — Winston Churchill

 

 

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Five Minute Friday — Neighbor

Howdy, neighbor!

See how I deftly included this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt in the introduction?

I’m actually going to deviate from the usual five minutes and propose a new outreach ministry. Of course, that means some background … and a whole lotta explanation!

Who is our neighbor?

Well, it’s more than our immediate neighbors. It’s our family, our friends, this FMF community and everyone else we come into contact with on our journey through this life. That’s why I’m expanding the initiative beyond my family to my neighbors and yours.

A few months ago, my daughter suggested the family participate in family photo challenge. Each day she would supply a word and we would dig into out galleries to come up with a visual representation of that word. Yesterday, for example, it was “angles”. Each night she would post our visuals in a Facebook post for all the world to see. It was just another way to keep a spread out family connected.

We got three or four months out of the experiment, but interest has been starting to wane. So, yours truly came up with a twist. Since I’ve been preaching about everyday miracles, how about sharing those in photos or text? Everyday miracles. Something unexpected that captures your attention if only for a moment. Like the dancing river or a flower in the crack of the sidewalk or a cloud or kids laughing and playing or …

The purpose is three-fold. First, it preconditions us to look for God’s hand in the ordinary. It doesn’t have to be a burning bush moment, just a moment in time when you stop — even if for just a few seconds — to marvel at the Higher Power at work, be it something you saw {that you might have otherwise overlooked} or a catchphrase that resonated at just the right time and perhaps turned around the tone of your day.

Second, it gives you an an opportunity to share this “ah ha” moment. From experience, I can tell you these random posts can sometimes make quite an impact. You may not think they do, but God knows when and how to use them. It gives you the chance to be a conduit for God.

Finally, since we’re focusing on blessings, it becomes a ministry, a light to shine God’s power in our lives to an often unbelieving world.

I told the kids I would coordinate by posting the album each night. And now I’m extending the offer to the rest of the neighborhood as well.

Thoughts?

If interested, message me your blessing {I’ll only use first names and no reference back to you} or e-mail to dadsiccardi@gmail.com. You can find me on Facebook @joesiccardi. And of course, that’s where the day’s blessing will be posted each night. Or you can start your own blessing party with your friends and family.

Now that I’ve co-opted the Five Minute Friday script, I should probably remind you what the exercise is really about. It’s about free-style writing on a specific prompt word for five minutes, then linking and sharing at at Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com.

I’ve also been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Elizabeth, who I hope inspires you to check us out or, better yet, encourage you to try your hand at focused, unscripted writing for just five minutes. And share it on Kate’s website.

“Lisa-Jo’s blog [the originator of Five Minute Friday] was one that I started following and pretty soon, I couldn’t keep myself from joining in FMF. At first, I tried to limit it to the comment box but I had things to say, and I needed a place to say them. I started a blog strictly so that I could participate in FMF. My blog became my writing incubator and I didn’t share it with anyone except the lovely FMF participants. My own mother didn’t know I had a blog! I needed to start writing again but I wasn’t ready to share that writing with the world. FMF gave me a supportive but private community with which to share my heart through writing again. I’m incredibly grateful for the push that joining this writing community gave me.”

There you go neighbor!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God is in everyone’s life … even if the life of a person has been a disaster … even if it is destroyed by vices, drugs or anything else. God is in this person’s life. — Pope Francis

 

 

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Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart

For the 40th plus ninth time, Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart!

I can’t think of anything more mushy than anything I’ve said over the years. Yet, in each of the “plus” years, I realize how blessed I was to have you for my wife, how much I miss you and how much I love you.

My thoughts this year drifted back to my dog story days in the garden outside St. John the Baptist Cathedral. I won’t bore anyone with that moment, but reflect instead on what was going through my mind on that hot, humid day back in 1968.

There were basically three questions that swirled in my mind, each spinning off additional questions. I know my response, but I wonder what your response would have been.

First is a broad thought, what the heck are we doing?

As excited as I was, I was equally scared to death. What did I know about marriage, a 21 year old sheltered and protected guy? What did you know about marriage, a 20 year old kid who was a little more street savvy but surrounded by realities of a sometimes harsh life? What is this whole marriage thing all about?

Well, looking back, we weren’t the first couple to go through these thoughts … and we certainly weren’t the last. It was a learning curve, not all glitz and glitter.

We thought we would live a fairy tale life. We were going to the chapel to get married and life would be peaches and cream. We would never have to say good night and leave again.

It didn’t take us long to realize fairy tales are … well, fairy tales. Marriage was hard work and love was not a three letter word {S-E-X}. It meant putting our wants and needs aside to protect, honor and respect our mate. It meant sharing. It meant helping each other. It meant supporting each other. It may not have been a fairy tale, but it was about as close as you come. It’s a commitment not meant for the faint hearted. And it is hard, hard, every day work.

It’s easy as the years roll by to start cutting corners, getting self absorbed in work or children to where your partner gets shoved to the background. We start taking each other for granted. That’s when it gets hard … and that’s when you have to marshal every ounce of energy to get back to the euphoria of day one.

Someone once said marriage was a 50-50 relationship. They were wrong. It’s 100%-100% commitment, and I’m sure on your part, often stretching to 120% and above as you tried to corral my wanderlust and wild ideas. Looking back, I got off easy — I just had to navigate through mood changes. Once I got that down — okay, it took me 40 years — it was smooth sailing.

I know there were a number of skeptics that day, wondering how these two kids from different backgrounds with different temperaments were going to come together as one. I guess we showed them!

My second question was, what kind of husband would I be. I’d like to think I was a good, loving, supportive husband, but I know there were times I made some bad decisions, took you for granted and didn’t back you up as much as you needed. There were too many “ordinary” days, but I did try to spice things up with the unexpected. And I hope my silly traditions — Christmas stories, daily cartoons, flowers, words of encouragement — lifted you up.

That’s through my eyes. What I would give to hear your take on what kind of a husband I was.

Finally, I thought about what kind of a father I would be if we were fortunate enough to be given custody of young ones. Of course, we were, blessed with five amazing children, each with a unique personality. I would like to think I was a good, supportive father … firm yet always loving. I’m not sure about the firm part, especially with the girls, but you and I always tried to make our kids feel loved. We weren’t perfect. I know that looking back.

I can get feedback from the kids … and grandkids … and great-grandkids, but input from you about my role as a father would be immeasurable. I’m just not going to know — at least not yet.

For 40 years we laughed together, cried together, truly enjoyed each other’s company {okay, most days}, shared our accomplishments and disappointments, moved and moved and moved and moved, raised five beautiful children, were blessed with 18 grandchildren and two great-granddaughters. It was quite a ride from naive kids to learning the intricacies of life and relationships to bonding more strongly day by day to being there for each other for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And we sealed it with “from this day forward until death do us part.”

We weren’t thinking about the “death do us part” part on that day. But, death is inevitable … and it was you who was called first shortly after our 40th anniversary in 2008.

My biggest regret over the last nine years has not been the loneliness {although that is VERY real}, but the fact you aren’t here sharing this season of life with me. This was supposed to be our time. WE were going to retire to Maine. WE were going to watch our family grow. WE were going to spoil the grandkids. WE were going to welcome our great-grandchildren. WE were going to travel. WE. WE. WE.

The plus nine hasn’t changed things. In a very real way, you are still by my side. Poor kid, you just can’t get rid of me.

Often we didn’t know

what tomorrow would bring,

but we believed things

would work out …

and they usually did.

And today as we celebrate

another anniversary together,

I just have to smile

when I think of how far we’ve come,

with nothing but love

and a few crazy dreams.

I Love You … Yesterday … Today … For Always

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Live life with music in your heart.

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Looking for a Date

Okay, that title is somewhat tongue in cheek, but it underscores a real concern for those of us who are single. But, before we move forward, you have to get a sense as to why I make the plea.

A couple of weekends ago, I attended the local community theater production Nunsense. As I looked around the theater, I couldn’t help but notice as I sat alone, most other patrons were in pairs. There were young couples, families, middle aged folks on a date afternoon and elderly couples still holding hands and chatting before the show, during intermission and after the show. I miss that.

After Karen died, I couldn’t help but feel alone socially. I couldn’t go to a “couples” event without feeling like a wall flower or third wheel. Sonni understood that and helped guide me through those socially awkward moments. We often went to events as a couple. And I cherished those moments of companionship and  communication.

There is a difference between local community theater and other events, however. For example, I missed going to see Jersey Boys on the Broadway stage. When I had the time, I didn’t have the money and when I had the cash for a weekend on the town, I didn’t have the time. Lo and behold, there’s a performance Oct. 8 at Cross Insurance Center in downtown Bangor! I am really considering it … but I hate the thought of not sharing the experience. In fact, it’s the opening production in a five-set Broadway’s Best in Bangor series that also includes Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer — The Musical (Dec. 13), Dirty Dancing (Jan. 2), Cinderella (Feb. 1) and The Wizard of Oz (April 10). I might be open to any or all of them, but I’m not sure I’m willing to go solo.

And there is The Phantom of the Opera. Karen and I almost made it to a Rochester performance way back in 1996. We had the tickets, {in fact I recently found them in my suit jacket} orchestra left center, but skipped it because my newest grandson at the time had an ear infection and high fever and Karen was more comfortable staying home with our 16 year old new mother/daughter. We always promised ourselves we would spend a weekend in New York City for the Broadway production. Well, that never panned out, although it still is running. Again, I’m not sure I’m willing to go solo.

I probably could ask someone, but it’s been a long time since I was in dating mode and I’m still too much of an introvert to ask any of my lady friends to join me.

Oh. The pitfalls of being single.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Set your goals high and don’t stop until you reach them.

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Who Is Jesus?

Following tradition, here are my words from the back side of the pulpit today at Dover-Foxcroft (ME) United Methodist Church.

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

A Sunday school teacher at a church slightly larger than ours was testing the children in her class to see if they understood the concept of getting into heaven.

She asked them, “If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?”

“NO!” the children answered.

“If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?”

Again, the answer was “NO!”

“Well then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?” she asked them.

Again, they all answered, “NO!”

The teacher was just bursting with pride for them! She figured they understood the concept.

“Well,” she continued, “then how can I get into heaven?”

The room was quiet. Finally a five year old sheepishly said “yousortakindagottabedead.”

“What, Joey? Speak a little louder so we can all hear,” said the teacher.

The little boy shouted out, “YOU SORTA, KINDA GOTTA BE DEAD!”

Of course, what our school marm was after was we don’t have to do anything. It’s through God’s grace that we enter heaven. It has nothing to do with what we do, how committed we are, how much we give. Our ticket gets punched through the grace of God. As John Piper said, “What defines us as Christians is not most profoundly that we have come to know Him but that He took note of us and made us His own.”

That’s one of the paradoxes in today’s gospel reading. Jesus is trying to find out the scuttle on who people think He is. And his merry followers tell Him what some people think . They tell him, John the Baptist, Elijah, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.

It wasn’t the answer Jesus was looking for. Who do you say that I am?

Okay. Who do you say Jesus is?

That’s our question for today. Some say Jesus was a great teacher. Muslims say Jesus was a prophet but not God. The Mormons say Jesus is the Son of God but a totally separate Being from God the Father and the Holy Spirit and He is the brother of Lucifer. Some say Jesus never lived and He is the wishful thinking of demented minds. Those are the answers we get today.

Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” Most of us, girded by the Word, would probably say something similar … or at least I hope we would. You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.

But, just exactly what does that mean? Let’s parse it a bit.

You are the Messiah…

Messiah was the term given to the Promised One, the leader the Jews were waiting for to deliver them. He was the One promised through the prophets.

…Son…

Son depicts a relation, a kinship.

…of the living God…

The relation is to God. He is God’s Son. But more important, God is the living God. He isn’t just floating around in the cosmos. He is real, active in the affairs of His creation. And since Jesus is His Son, He too is real and active in our lives. He is more than a prophet. He is more than those who preceded Him. He is God’s Son.

I have to break for a second. While “Messiah” may have been understood, “Son” was more problematic in those days. Followers could recognize Jesus’ earthly lineage, but this whole “of God” thing was a new concept. The disciples hadn’t quite made the connection. Until now. Until Simon Peter blurted it out.

To be honest, I am always amazed with this story. I don’t think Peter was the sharpest tool in the shed. And we know his faith was, well, human. He had his ups and downs. But you can’t find fault with his passion. And when his passion for the Christ intersected with his faith on the upside, the fisherman had his “ah hah” moment.

I think Jesus might have been surprised too. He tells Peter, flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but My Father in heaven. And He commissions Peter as the Rock of His church, the foundation, the keeper of the faith to follow.

But then Jesus does something very strange. He tells His disciples not to share this revelation. That’s actually the opposite of everything we’ve been told as post-Christ Christians. We’re told to proclaim the Good News, to share the message of the Gospel, to let the light of Christ shine through us.

I don’t know if there is a simple answer why Jesus took this tact. I suspect it was because the time wasn’t right. Jesus’ ministry wasn’t over. He still had more to do before making His final commission. He still wanted His disciples to look and learn from Him. There was more that had to be told. Perhaps Jesus told the disciples to wait because the people wanted to make Him an earthly king and didn’t understand His kingdom was other-wordly and spiritual, or perhaps it’s because the disciples didn’t fully understand Jesus’ mission until after His resurrection.

This moment was the rock. This was the foundation. But it wasn’t the final structure.

In that moment, Peter’s eyes were opened, but we know his faith still wasn’t anchored. He ran away — sort of like Jonah, his ancestor, whom Jesus referred to in our reading. I think the message was you can run, but you can’t hide but if you follow Me in My time, great things will happen for the glory of God.

Those words weren’t just for Peter and his crew. They are for us as well. We often run from God, but we can’t hide. And, all of a sudden, when we “see the light” we become passionate. We want to scream our faith from the rooftops … only to become disillusioned when those words appear to fall on deaf ears.

I think Jesus was telling us through His disciples in this story — and others — to wait for Him. There’s a time to preach. There’s a time to reach out. There’s a time to tell our salvation story. But there is also a time to shut up, to be still, to catch up with Jesus and His message.

It is easy for us to hear something and make decisions, especially when we are feeling “spiritual”. Here lies the problem. When we begin to feel “spiritual” we often forget it is God who produces those spiritual things, not ourselves, and the next thing you know we are doing the talking, planning and decision making for God.

Peter had no problem confessing Jesus as the Son of God but he had a huge problem with Jesus dying on a cross. The cross was a symbol of terrible shame and humiliation and Peter just wasn’t going to let that happen. Peter had allowed his flesh to jump in and he started looking at things from the world’s view. Remember the garden?

The world’s view is never God’s view. His lens is much wider than ours. Our time is never God’s time. We’re constrained; He’s not.

Jesus is a gift from God, but we have to unwrap the present in His time.

Certainly some of us just tear into that package. Shards of paper go flying as we rip open the wrapping to reveal the gift. Others are more deliberate, carefully unwrapping the box. It takes seemingly forever to separate the paper from the gift.

Once we open it, however, what are we going to do with that gift? Are we going to place it on a shelf and look at it from a distance? Or are we going to use it, enjoy it, share it.

You see, I think when we meet God face to face, He’s not going to ask us how much money we gave or how often we went to church or how we supported missions. He’s going to ask us two simple questions.

First, He is going to ask us if we believe in His Son.

I think everyone who passes themselves off as a Christian will correctly answer that question. You see, Jesus Christ – His Son – is the gift. For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him may not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16). That’s the good news.

But I think there will be a second question. What did you do with that gift?

It might be enough to get us into heaven just believing in Christ but if He is just a trophy sitting on a shelf to be seen only on Sundays and special occasions, do we really believe? Or are we fooling ourselves?

Friends, we’ve seen the fulfillment of Jesus’ ministry. It’s not a time to be quiet and wait. It’s time for action.

That’s why the second question is so important. We have to believe not only in Christ but in His power. And we have to use that power every day. And we have to share that power. And we have to allow Christ to shine through us in all we do and say.

Is it easy?

No. In fact, it’s hard … real hard. And there will be times when we fail to let Christ shine through us. We’ll do things we shouldn’t. We’ll say things we shouldn’t. We’ll go places we shouldn’t. We’ll try to outshine Christ, take His glory. It’s all called sin.

God knows we fail. And we’re in good company. Noah was a drunk. Abraham was too old. Isaac was a daydreamer. Leah was ugly. Joseph was abused. Moses had a stuttering problem. Gideon was afraid. Samson had long hair and was a womanizer. Rahab was a prostitute. Jeremiah and Timothy were too young. David had an affair and was a murderer. Elijah was suicidal. Isaiah preached naked. Jonah ran from God. Naomi was a widow. Job went bankrupt. Peter denied Christ … three times. The disciples fell asleep while praying. Martha worried about everything. The Samaritan woman was divorced. Zaccheus was too small. Paul persecuted early Christians. Timothy had an ulcer. Lazarus was dead.

God doesn’t look at our failures. He looks at our actions. He looks at how we share our gift.

A holy purpose would be to bring God’s wholeness into the brokenness of our world. A selfish focus makes the world more broken. If someone walked 10 yards behind us throughout our day – a football first down – would he find a trail filled with more kindness than if he walked 10 yards in front of us?

The answer to that question would say more about our purpose in life than any message I could ever deliver.

Through our faith, we actively make choices to do something. Is that “something” always the right choice?

Probably not, but if it is guided by our faith, we’ll make another choice to correct it and get back on our original path.

We all look for the “flashes” of miracles, but we ignore the everyday miracles right in front of us. That’s what happened 2,000 years ago. People were mesmerized by the miracles of Jesus, but couldn’t figure out His message. That has happened through the ages. That continues to happen today.

Chances are, we are going to see few “flashes” of miracles in our lives. But there will be times when we get by – and not know how we did it. That’s our fish and loaves miracle. There will be times when our illnesses go into remission. That’s our healing miracle, even if it’s just temporary. There will be times when we see the hand and heart of God with complete clarity – perhaps just a precious few times. That’s our burning bush. Truth be known, the burning bush is there all the time. We just fail to see it.

Even Jesus did things … made choices … performed actions. He instructed the servants on what to do when He turned water into wine. He told the disciples to find the kid with the fish. He healed the sick … but not everyone. He raised people from the dead including Himself — again not everyone. He took advantage of the circumstances at the time and used them for God’s good and glory.

That’s what we’re called to do. Use the gift. Make choices. Do something. Be observant. Keep the big picture in sight. Let the Light of the fire shine through. Take time to witness the little ordinary everyday miracles. Refresh in the summer breeze. Be energized by the majesty of fall’s colorful landscape. Enjoy the sunshine even on a cold, windy, wintry day. Watch spring spring. Hold a baby. Dance in the rain. Sing. Soak in life.

Each day, angels visit the footsteps of the faithful, leaving gifts that quietly offer God’s grace, comfort and protection. All we have to do is recognize them and pick them up.

Some of us received the gift at an early age. I, for example, accepted Christ as an early teen when I received the sacrament of Confirmation. It was then I reasoned, if I was talking the talk of following Jesus, I had to walk the walk as well. And even though I’ve strayed from the path from time to time, I’ve tried to make sure my way was synonymous with His way. Others come to Christ later in life, an epiphany, an “ah hah” moment. They tend to be passionate about their faith. I call them Paul Christians, turning their back on their past on their own road to Damascus and using the gift to move forward.

Others, unfortunately, are still waiting. Some may be working on the wrapping. Others may be working on other presents – self, idols, control, anger, impurity, evil desires, greed.

It’s up to us seasoned and newbie Christians to let the power of Christ shine through for them, not by telling them but by showing them. You can’t preach or prod or persuade or nag them to salvation, but you can show them salvation. You can be the example. You can be the spark. You can be the conduit God uses to present His gift to another soul.

Don’t leave your Jesus in the pew. Bring Him home with you so others can see why Jesus — complex and complicated, simple and uncomplicated — is such a valued gift.

Don’t wait until you’re sorta, kinda dead to realize the importance of the gift we’ve been given. Let the Light shine through us while we’re very much alive.

Who is Jesus?

Jesus is the only hope for your life and my life.

Jesus is the only hope for the church.

Jesus is the only hope for our town.

Jesus is the only hope for our state.

Jesus is the only hope for the USA.

Jesus is the only hope for the world.

Jesus is the only hope for eternity.

Who do you say Jesus is? And what are you doing with the gift of Jesus Christ?

Amen

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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Five Minute Friday — Guide

The Five Minute Friday assignment is to write for five minutes on a prompt word, post it and share with fellow Five Minute friends at Kate’s place on Facebook at  http://www.fiveminutefriday.com. Around 100 of us gather round to encourage and support our fellow Christian writers, writing in a variety of styles and genres. It’s always very interesting to see how a simple word take shape into posts. Sometimes it’s obvious, sometimes not as much and always entertaining. Be sure to stop in and read the diversity of thought at Kate’s place. And don’t be afraid to join in!

I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Annette, who I hope inspires you to check us out or, better yet, encourage you to try your hand at focused, unscripted writing for just five minutes. And share it on Kate’s website.

“What does FMF mean to me?

“The fun of seeing how others react to the same word. Some weeks it seems like EVERYONE has the same thoughts, and other weeks the thoughts are as varied as the people in the world. It’s always a surprise, The encouragement that people offer is much appreciated. It’s good to meet new people and be exposed to different thoughts, all while having a quick write. Some words take pondering over to see how they resonate and some words simply don’t. It’s great not to be tied down and have the freedom to come and go as desired.”

The word this week is GUIDE. The clock is started, so let’s GO …

Appropriately, this afternoon in my travels, I spotted a church sign that read, “Man gives directions, God gives guidance.” Hmmm

It got me to thinking about the truth of that statement. Way back when, for example, when I first started driving, we had paper maps to give us directions. Today, we have GPS and guidance systems. I’m never without Google Maps — even if I’m on a familiar route — since it not only give directions but road conditions. We’ve come a long way, baby, from Moses’ wanderings.

Yes, we get pretty good directions as we navigate from Point A to Point B from our man-made electronic devices.

But our destination is much further than Point B. It’s eternity. If I punch that into Google Maps, I might get some physical sites like Eternity Circle in St. Cloud, FL {honest!} or Eternity Court in Germantown, MD … but not ETERNITY.

Don’t despair. Like the sign said, we not only have directions, but guidance along the route. It’s all there in the Book.

Just like those old multi-folded maps of bygone days, we still have to get our bearings {north, south … STOP

… east, west}. And we have to know the general direction we’re going. If we were supposed to turn right in Columbus and suddenly see the skyline in our rear view mirror, we have to re-navigate. We just have to follow the map. And of course, it always helps to have a navigator doing the mapwork.

It’s no different on the road over the River Jordan. Sometimes, we may zig when we should have zagged, turned right at the fork instead of left. However, we always have a Navigator and Guide. He has already mapped out the fastest {notice I didn’t say easiest} route. We just have to follow that route. And when we don’t, He’s ready, willing and able to re-navigate. We just have to be willing to seek out His expertise. Surprise! It’s in our Guide — the Bible.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You only lose after you give up — Steven Fox

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Happy Birthday to Me

Yes, today is my birthday. Normally I approach the day with a ho hum attitude. It’s no big deal. It’s just another day.

And it is. I’m not sharing the “news” for affirmation, but because this year’s celebration is a little more special than most, and since I have been in a retrospective mood as the days counted down, I thought it would be appropriate to reflect on my life.

There haven’t been many milestone birthdays. My 17th was important because it was I got my driver’s license, freedom and love for the open road. My 18th was important because it meant I could be the designated beer buyer in neighboring New York while attending school. My 21st was a watershed year because I became eligible to vote and officially became an adult, a status I enjoyed until my 60s when I became a senior. This year, I graduated to old … seven decades under my belt on this piece of rock.

That’s old like in a long time, not in decrepit or feeble. Just old.

I remember as I rewrote obituaries for the paper noting too many people were dying too young. When I reached my 60s, those people were my peers — including my wife. If I noticed someone in their 70s or 80s or beyond I looked at them as survivors and celebrated their long life. As of 5:19 this morning I became one of them.

No period held more significance to me than any other … although adulting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As I look back, I can honestly say I savored every breath I’ve been given … the good times, the bad times, the mountaintops and the valleys. I know it sounds hokey, but I knew I had a Sidekick with me all the way and He used people in my life to keep me grounded and focused. Of course, my wife was one who spent 40-plus years tempering my idealism with reality. Sonni was another who helped me heal after Karen’s death.

Maybe that’s why #70 is so significant. There is no one prodding me, pushing me, forcing me to move forward. Family and friends try but I spent a lifetime prodding, pushing, forcing them to be independent and flourish.

It’s ironic, if I had to chose an anthem for my life it would be My Way ... I’ve lived a life that’s full … I’ve traveled each and every highway … But more, much more than this … I did it my way … Regrets, I’ve had a few … But then again, too few to mention … I did what I had to do … And saw it through without exemption …

Of course it helps when my way typically is in line with His way. And I have been blessed. I was privileged enough to get a good foundation that led to education and a fulfilling career and repressed enough to value hard work and struggle.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew … When I bit off more than I could chew … But through it all, when there was doubt … I ate it up and spit it out … I faced it all and I stood tall … And did it my way … I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried … I’ve had my fill my share of losing … To think I did all that … I did it my way …

I don’t know how many ticks are left in the ticker — no one does. But I know as I move forward into this next season I will approach it with the same abandon — some would say reckless abandon — as the previous seasons. Despite the creaking bones and generally slowing down, I’m still looking forward to road trips, football games, visits with family and friends, new adventures. And when the time comes, I’ll meet my Sidekick. We’ll look at each other and say, We did it Our way.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God might not always get us out of a situation but He will get us through.

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