Five Minute Friday — Collect

Happy Sunday! Time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday.

Even though I’m typically a day late, I cherish this exercise. And I do have a good excuse … even better than the dog ate my homework! I was on vacation … a real, live vacation untethered to my laptop. In fact, I didn’t even bring it and since we were camping in Indiana, I figured Internet service would be spotty at best. I was right.

But the exercise still give me a chance to shut off the world and focus on a specific word prompt. It gives my mind a chance to ponder the word and send the thoughts cascading through my fingers onto the screen for all to see. But the best part is visiting Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com by our special community of writers. It’s always exciting — and often informative — to see how my fellow FMF friends develop their thoughts in a variety of different genres. If you get a chance, stop by.

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 an anonymous writer who I hope inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“I love Five Minute Friday! It stretches me beyond my comfort zone … makes me think quickly and with great focus …  no daydreaming while writing for five minutes. It’s all out. Wide open. Challenging!”

This week’s challenge is COLLECT. The timer is set for five minutes so let’s GO …

I’m not a collector, per se. I don’t have a hobby collecting things.

But I do collect memories. And another memory was collected this week as I was joined by six of my grandchildren and an adopted granddaughter for a week of camping and sightseeing in Indiana. As a bonus, two of my older grandchildren — one with his wife and their daughter, my great-granddaughter, and the other with his girlfriend stopped by for a beach party!

The trip was full of memories, from quirky remarks, to an overabundance of laughter. The whirlwind trip may not have tired them out but its certainly tired this grandpa out.

I’ll talk more about the adventure in  a subsequent post. This one is about collecting, so I’ll try to stick to that.

We’ve been taking these junkets for eight years now. I hope the grandkids appreciate the time together with their spread-out cousins and collect and savor  the memories as well. I think they do. One of my eldest — who has been on all trips and now serves as a chaperone — recognized the Cleveland skyline and immediately associated it with our very first trip to see the Radio City Music Hall Traveling Christmas … STOP

in Cleveland. One of the middle grandchildren gave me a hug and said this was the “best ever” and the youngest in the group raved and raved about our trip, highlighting with bright wide eyes to Albanese Candy Company saying it was just “awesome”!

I know I’ve collected a zillion memories over the years and about half a zillion on these special trips. I hope the grandkids have started collecting these family moments as well. I also hope and pray my  children — who have served as chaperones over the years … and planners! [Grandpa is good at picking out the highlights, but not much at filling in the gaps] — continue the tradition for the next generations.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: TGIF– Thank God I’m Forgiven!

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— 30 —

Way back when when I started in this crazy business, reporters would pound the keyboards of our trusty manual typewriters on recycled newsprint. We would pull out our masterpiece and send it to the editor. There, red from the editor’s pen — yes, it was red — gave color to  the stark black type on the off-white page. But, significantly, at the end of the story the editor would add the number 30 bracketed by dashes, — 30 –.

That was an important addition. It told the linotype operator, this was the end of the story. The linotype operator would dutifully place spaces equivalent to 30 ems —  the depth of 30 capital “M”s — before he/she started the next story on the galley.  That was the indication typographers used as they built pages from the editor’s layout.

Yes. I am that old. Yes, I remember those days and the process.

That’s the focus of this piece. It’s the end of a story — the last story — as part of a 23 year chapter as part of a 52 year book. I have turned over the reins of the Reveille/Between the Lakes to John and Constance Stoughtenger. Obviously it is with mixed emotions.

I’ve been writing this book for quite a while. The business has aged an 18 year old smart-ass youth to a nearly 70 year old smart-ass senior. Each chapter has enriched me more than words can convey. It brought me to six newspapers in five states. I’ve witnessed the evolution from those old “hot type” days to today’s pagination and instant communication. Each stop along the journey taught me something, enriched me, empowered me to keep plugging forward.

Now, to be honest, way back then, I hadn’t considered a career in journalism or publishing. My stint at the Paterson (NJ) News was supposed to be a part-time, put money in my pocket job while I was attending Manhattan College.  But a funny thing happened when I followed my first editor on the trail from the newsroom to the composing room to the press room. That first brush with printer’s ink on my new shirt must have somehow been absorbed through my skin and into my veins.

But, back to the current story, the latest story up here nestled in Seneca County smack in the middle of the Finger Lakes in upstate New York. I chose this spot to root a community newspaper the entire county community could be proud of. History will tell if I was successful.

Throughout the years, I have gone out of my way to be inclusive of the entire county. Simply, we are Seneca County’s official newspaper, committed to serving all 10 towns, four villages, four school districts and a wide array of institutions and organizations. I like to think we may be a weekly, but we’re not weaklings. We feel we consistently highlight the events that are important to Seneca County. We’ve been around since 1855 (well, not all of us, but at least the nameplate in one form or another) and we plan on being around for many a year to come. That’s where John and Constance come in. We know the people. We’ve lived the history. We’re planning for the future.

We’re not the biggest fish in the pond, but we know – and more important, our regular subscribers know –who we are and who we serve. Simply, it’s our valued readers.

That’s not really true. Our subscribers are more than just numbers in a database. You are stakeholders, keeping us on track, letting us know when we slip off the rails. I truly hope you give John and Constance that same feedback. While they don’t plan on changing much initially — at least not until they get through a learning curve on a lot of levels — this is a good time for the stakeholders to let them know what they like, what they might not like and offer constructive suggestions. They need your feedback.

Of course, in the past 23 years we’ve covered the every day happenings in the county as well as the extraordinary events. Reveille/Between the Lakes  is your one-stop weekly report on the happenings in the county from Junius to Covert. If you’re a businessman in Seneca Falls, a homeowner in Waterloo, a visitor to Lodi or a cottage-dweller along the Ovid shoreline, we are there for you! And you have been there for us!

And we love celebrations! We’ve covered presidential visits, state and federal officials, governors and national figures in arts, science and sports. I’ve tried to cover the county like a glove, fair and balanced, without sensationalizing. History will determine if I succeeded.

I can assure you, I/we may not have always gotten it right, but I/we always tried. We may not have agreed on everything, but it was always a respectful dialogue. Sometimes, we may fight like the Hatfields and McCoys … but when we’re challenged, the community always come together.

There are a zillion people I should thank and 30,000 people in this county, most of whom I can call friend.

I’m not sure exactly what I will be doing in “retirement.” I would like to do some more independent writing. I would like to do some more traveling. And of course, I have five children, 18 grandchildren and two great-granddaughters to visit in six states. I’m looking forward to doing nothing as I sit on the common patio watching the waters of the Piscataquis River roll over the dam. I’m looking forward to going to bed at the same time each night. I’m looking forward to moving about without a laptop attached to my hip or deadlines looming.

This chapter has been amazing — just like the ones preceding it. I suspect the next chapter will be just as rewarding. But it is time to end this chapter with this story. Godspeed to all of you.

— 30 —

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Never lie to someone who trusts you, and never trust someone who lies to you.

 

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Five Minute Friday — Comfort

Time for my Five Minute Friday contribution. Check out the amazing five minutes takes at Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com by our special community of writers.

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 Julia. I hope she inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“Five Minute Friday has shown me the beauty of community — the messy, humorous and painful, yet beautiful truth: we are all on the same journey. Regardless of punctuation and proper spelling, in five minutes we are forced to share our hearts longing to know we aren’t alone.”

Well, the prompt is COMFORT and the timer is set for five minutes, so lets GO ...

Peanut butter … and prayer.

Although I’m reluctant to admit it, it’s usually the jar of peanut butter that captures my attention before hitting my knees.

Yes, some people crave grilled cheese or mashed potatoes or mac and cheese — all fine comfort food choices — but when life starts to stress me I reach for a jar of peanut butter. Doesn’t matter what kind or what brand, as long as the main ingredient is crushed peanuts, I’m in. I don’t need the bread. I don’t need the jelly {although my preference is strawberry preserves}. Lately, I’ve even gone “healthy” with all natural peanut butter, although I’ll admit I’m a little turned off on store brought all natural peanut butters which are nothing more than a block of peanuts with a quarter inch of oil sitting on the top. I found a Mennonite store that processed its own peanut butter while you watch. It has the right ingredients and the consistency is constant from first spoonful to last.

Usually with peanut butter giving comfort to my body, I find myself more focused on spending time with my best Friend. I personally like the quietness of early morning or late, late at night or whiling away the miles on a road trip for these rendezvous. The prayer time is more conversation time as I unload and listen in the stillness for the answer. I know what they are … STOP

… but I’m often too preoccupied to hand over the reins. Be still and know I am God.

And my all time favorite place for this commune with the Creator of nature is the shore. Watching the ocean tide ebb and flow centers me, brings me back to the awe of the Creator, reminds me how much He loves me despite being an insignificant speck on an seemingly endless stretch of sand.

In fact, if I could craft my comfort fantasy, it would be walking along the sandy  beach with the remnants of the waves licking my feet, just talking with my Savior about everyday life … with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon in my hand.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

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Sometimes You Just Can’t Win … Or Can You?

Thought I would share my thoughts from the back side of the pulpit this morning at West Fayette Presbyterian Church.

 

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

First a disclaimer. Blame the longer than usual psalm and Scriptural readings on the lectionary. I didn’t choose them. Honest.

But as I read them in toto, I realized how they tied in to our Gospel reading [Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30].

The psalm [Psalm 45:10-17], for example, is a story about trust and extreme faith. I mean, it’s the story about leaving family and familiar surrounding to follow something and Someone bigger. The psalmist is telling us our identity doesn’t come from us … it comes from God alone.

And that’s a prelude to our Scripture for Preparation [Genesis 24:34-38, 42-49, 58-67]. Again it’s a story about trust and extreme faith.

I know, Genesis stories tend to be, well, boring. But Chapter 24 in its entirety is an Old Testament tale played out in four distinct scenes. With very little imagination you can see the plot performed on stage.

The first two scenes occur outside our reading, in verses 1-9 and 11-27. They set the stage and the backdrop for the audience — us — to witness as the play unfolds. Scene three is Abraham’s servant at Laban’s house explaining the reason for his visit and the order he has been given. Scene four is the interplay between Rebekah and Isaac. Neither knew what was happening or what to expect. And we’re given a glimpse of their reactions.

As the entourage approached, Rebekah looks up and sees a man in the distance. As she discovers who he is, she disembarks from her camel and takes her veil to cover herself for her soon-to-be husband.

Isaac spies the caravan as well. Not knowing what his father had ordered, he, too, asks what’s going on. And he brought Rebekah into his mother Sarah’s tent and made her his wife … and he loved her.

Awww. What a sweet story … much more fulfilling than the Romeo and Juliet tale told by that English bard. What makes this love story even more special is it shows God’s providence for those who follow Him.

But let’s not lose sight of another character in this Old Testament tale … the servant … the faithful servant. He bridges the story. He makes Abraham’s case. He makes Isaac’s case. He asks for Rebekah’s hand. He acknowledges the Lord’s role in the choice.

Old Testament Scholar Terence Fretheim points out the servants “proceed faithfully in quiet, ordinary situations.” He adds they are “anonymous but crucial to the work of God in everyday life.”

Hmm. Are we servants?

The interlude — our Prayer of Confession — was taken from The Valley of Vision edited by Arthur Bennett. It, too, is longer than usual, but I think it showed the paradoxes we face … you know, the trust and faith of our Old Testament readings and the struggles we encounter as the chosen sons and daughters of God. I felt it was a perfect preamble to Paul’s lament in our Epistle reading [Romans 7:15-25a].

That reading shows the torment Paul experienced, the frustration all Christians experience. We want to do what is right and just, but our humanity seems to get in the way … a word misspoken … a wayward glance … ignoring others and their needs. We seem to refuse to obey God’s law and instead end up doing precisely what God despises.

Again, Romans 7 can’t be read in a vacuum. It actually needs Romans 8 to complement it.

This week’s passage takes us to an all time spiritual low. Paul not only speaks for himself, but all of us as well. Wretched man that I am!

Paul ends the lament by asking, Who will rescue me from this body of death?

Praise God, there is a solution! Paul states the answer. Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! That keeps us pressing on.

So, again, Romans 7-8 are God’s good news to sinners. No matter how wretched we are, Jesus Christ has rescued us.

That finally brings us to our Gospel reflection. I suspect most preachers will focus on the last part, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest …”

Well, as I’ve said many times, I’m not a preacher. I am a storyteller, so I’m going to tell you a story.

An old man and his son were walking home from town one day with their donkey. As they made their way home, their neighbors began to laugh at them and asked themselves, “Why are both of them walking? One of them should be riding the donkey.”

After much ridicule, the man placed his son on the donkey and they continued on their way. But soon their neighbors began to criticize them again, saying, “Look at that! The boy is making that poor old man walk while he rides the donkey! Why doesn’t the boy get off that donkey and let the old man ride for awhile?”

Hearing this, the boy dismounted, and the old man got on the donkey. But before long the neighbors again began to criticize them and wondered out loud, “Why is that man riding the donkey and making that helpless boy walk? What kind of man is he?”

Hearing this, the father reached down and picked up his son and they both rode the donkey and continued their way home. But the neighbors again complained and said to one another, “Look at that poor donkey, having to carry two people on it back! Why don’t they give that poor animal a break and get off of it before the animal gets hurt.”

In desperation the father and son did the only thing left for them to do. They picked up the donkey and carried it on their backs the rest of the way home.

Sometimes, you just can’t win.

To give another illustration, the Reveille/Between the Lakes recently applauded the Class of 2017 with a special section. As we’ve done in years past, we included a photo of each graduate … 299 individual photos.

We weren’t looking for affirmation, just congratulating the graduating seniors for completing another chapter in their young lives. We did receive one call, though. Apparently, one senior did not graduate and we failed to pull his picture. One slip, 298 successes.

Sometimes, you just can’t win.

You can add your story. I know you have one. Sometimes, you just can’t win.

That’s the scene Jesus faced in the first part of our Gospel reading. The New Living Translation reads, It is like children playing a game … They complain to their friends, ‘We played wedding songs, and you didn’t dance, so we played funeral songs, and you didn’t mourn.’ … Jesus points out the people had criticized John the Baptist because he fasted and would not drink alcohol. Now they criticize Him because (as He put it) “The Son of Man came eating and drinking” and they say, “Look, a glutton and a drunkard, and a friend of tax collectors and sinners!”

Sometimes you just can’t win … not even Jesus!

The difference is how we react to these no win situations. We — and I’m talking about myself — might lash back or return a tit for a tat. In the end nobody wins.

What does Jesus do? He commends those with a child-like grasp of his message saying, “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants.”

Jesus is making a comparison here. He was especially critical of the Pharisees and their brand of religion. It was all rules and no rest, all work and no play. They would look for a commandment in the Old Testament to apply to every situation and where they found none they took an existing one and stretched its meaning until it applied to a variety of situations never envisioned by the original commandment. They went beyond God’s intentions in order to back up their own conventional thinking and practices. The result was religion appeared to the average person as so complicated one needed an “expert” to consult before every decision, small and large. And these “experts” looked down upon others “babes in the woods,” needing, but not heeding, their guidance. They considered themselves to be of superior mind to “the people of the land” as they would refer to them.

In contrast, Jesus is telling us His message is simple, easy to understand and not complicated. Children understand this. They accept things at face value, don’t delve into the whys, wherefores and even sometimes the ramifications. When you tell them this is black and this is white, they accept it, not dissect the statement into there is no such thing as absolute black — the absence of color — or absolute white — the combination of all colors. Actually, black and white are not colors at all — they are shades.

Children don’t think that way. Adults — especially those with, shall we say, elevated egos — do. We want to dig deeper. We want to parse each word. Or, as the song goes, “Is that all there is?”

The message of Jesus is simple. Follow Me. That is all there is.

Humility, not intellectual knowledge, makes following Jesus easy. It means looking at our lives from God’s perspective. It’s allowing God to do most of the work in our lives with our full cooperation. Through that perspective we can look at any issue, question and situation and see both the humor and the horror and still know God is alive in us and guiding us. If we think we have all the answers, we’ve failed the exercise. We’ve closed our eyes by not looking through God’s eyes and have closed ourselves to other possibilities. It leads to pride, which is especially dangerous when it comes to religion because we’re tempted to quote from the Good Book before we have actually read it. It makes us book smart, not learned. It makes us Pharisees. We might sound learned, quoting chapter and verse, but remember, a parrot can do that too.

There’s a story I was reminded about. Several years ago in a large city in the far West, rumors spread a certain Catholic woman was having visions of Jesus. The reports reached the archbishop. He decided to check her out.

“Is it true, ma’am, that you have visions of Jesus?” asked the archbishop.

“Yes,” the woman replied simply.

“Well, the next time you have a vision, I want you to ask Jesus to tell you the sins I confessed in my last confession.”

The woman was stunned.

“Did I hear you right, Bishop? You actually want me to ask Jesus to tell me the sins of your past?”

“Exactly. Please call me if anything happens.”

Ten days later the woman notified her spiritual leader of a recent apparition. “Please come,” she said.

Within the hour the archbishop arrived.

“You just told me on the phone that you actually had a vision of Jesus. Did you do what I asked?”

“Yes, bishop, I asked Jesus to tell me the sins you confessed in your last confession.”

The bishop leaned forward with anticipation. His eyes narrowed. “What did Jesus say?”

She took his hand and gazed deep into his eyes. “Bishop,” she said, “these are His exact words. ‘I can’t remember.’”

You see, salvation happens when we accept with unwavering trust our sins have not only been forgiven but forgotten, washed away by the blood of the Lamb!

The message of Jesus is simple. Follow Me. That is all there is.

Pastor Kenneth Sauer tells the story of when he hit rock bottom — sort of like Paul. He had more guilt than he could bear. His self-esteem was shattered by guilt. His joy was shattered by guilt. He couldn’t move on because of guilt. He was depressed, lonely and desperate. Here are his words …

“Just when I was feeling my worst, I happened to walk into the campus record store and coming from the speakers I heard the voice of Billy Joel singing the lyrics, ‘I love you just the way you are.’ And at that moment, I felt as if God were speaking to me saying, ‘Ken, I know you are not perfect! I created you. But you know what? You may be amazed by this … I love you just the way you are! There is nothing you can do to cause Me to love you more; there is nothing you can do to cause Me to love you less. This unhealthy guilt you feel over simply being a human being does not come from Me … It is of Satan … It is not real — nor is it reality! Ken it’s time you started living. Ken it’s time you were finally happy! Get over yourself! Come to Me you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. I love you just the way you are.”

You see, when we embrace God’s forgiveness, the focus of our lives shift from our badness to God’s goodness, and the question becomes not “What have I done” but “What can God do through me?”

We Christians should be celebrating constantly. We should be busy having parties, banquets, feasts and merriment. We should be engulfed in inexpressible joy because we have been liberated from the fear of life and the fear of death. And that joy should attract others to Christ by the fun there is in being a Christian.

Or, as Teresa of Avila prayed, “From silly devotions and sour-faced saints, spare us, O Lord.”

As the saying goes, “A sad Christian is a phony Christian, and a guilty Christian is no Christian at all.”

It’s the Jesus way. The message of Jesus is simple. Follow Me. That is all there is.

People rejected Jesus because they thought His message was too easy. The plain fact is when we don’t want to listen to the truth, we will easily enough find an excuse for not listening to it!

This world is filled with grown men and women who act a lot like spoiled children. They refuse to play and dance in the freedom and love of the Kingdom of God no matter what the game is and thus, there is no good news for them. Life is glum. Doom and gloom persist. Anger and resentment grow with every passing year. Depression offers no way out.

Life does not have to be this way! Jesus said He came to give us life and give this life to the full. Come to Me, Jesus beckons, and I will give you rest.

What a word of hope for all of us who have been tired, sick, defeated and discouraged. “Come to Me. I love you just the way you are!”

This is the Jesus way. The message of Jesus is simple. Follow Me. That is all there is … and this is our invitation to follow Christ into the real life!

Won’t you come?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Gratitude is the key to attitude.

 

 

 

 

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Five Minute Friday — Play

Time for Five Minute Friday thoughts. I can’t wait to join my fellow writers at Kate’s place on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com to share our pearls of wisdom or our pig’s ears and mix and mingle.

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 Shelly. I hope she inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“As I clicked through several FMF post on my blog, I realized how many people I met through the link ups and how important that bit of unedited writing was to hone the craft. I’m thankful for the opportunity to contribute both then and now for the way God used Five Minute Friday to shape my writing life. Who knew such a simple writing exercise at the end of a bust week could be so valuable!”

With that, the prompt has been revealed — PLAY — and the timer is set. So, it’s time to GO…

Sometimes, we take life too seriously. That was the one of the messages I worked on while preparing my sermon this week [yes, I’m filling in at West Fayette Presbyterian … please pray for me] . We seem saddled with expectations we can’t fill. We get frustrated [like Paul in Romans 7] and what shows up is a sour disposition. Gloom and doom.

Well, there’s good news. We’ve been saved! We should be the happiest people in the world. We should embrace life — all the time. We Christians should be celebrating constantly. We should let the joy of salvation shine through us because we know we’ve been liberated from the fear of life and the fear of death. And that joy should attract others to Christ by the fun there is being a Christian.

Or as Teresa of Avila prayed, “From silly devotions and sour-faced saints, spare us, O Lord.”

There is a time for solemness, yes, but there is also a time for levity and a time to just enjoy life, family and friends. There’s a time for rest and relaxation … and a time to play!

As children, we call this play time … letting loose, getting in the moment. Admittedly, I don’t do a lot of “playing” these days, but I do I celebrate every minute I’m given. STOP…

… In fact, I’ll be celebrating in a few weeks with my grandchildren as we embark on our yearly vacation. This year it’s camping in Indiana.

The joy is watching them splish and splash in the pool, jump and romp in the adventure park, look in awe as they witness new experiences, mix and mingle with their distant cousins.

You know, in a strange way, play time can be one of the greatest worship experiences available to us.

THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK: Worship is great on Sundays but it should remain in our hearts and manifest every day of the week!

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Five Minute Friday — Blessing

Is everybody ready for Five Minute Friday?

It’s where our group of writers [okay most of them, often we have Saturday and Sunday stragglers, myself included] gather  to write unscripted for five minutes on a specific word prompt. Our prompt is diligently supplied by Kate Motaung. After we post, we link up on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com to share our pearls of wisdom or our pig’s ears and mix and mingle.

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 Dianne. I hope she inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“The FMF community is not virtual! It’s a real, living community — especially on Thursday nights with the FMF Twitter Party. I remember one time when I was struggling with a particular teenager issue. A mom with kids just older than my own encouraged me in the sweetest way. She gave me hope! Love my #fmfparty family!”

Yes. It’s a great creative outlet. Not everything is perfect … but neither are we. It’s always eye-opening. You should check out the site and see for yourself … or better yet, try it yourself.

The prompt this week is BLESSING and the timer is set, so let’s GO…

I have been blessed. I’ve had almost 60 full decades of blessings … a 40 year successful marriage … five children … 18 grandchildren …two great-granddaughters … the ability to own my own business for over 20 years . The blessings just kept coming and coming and coming.

But…

It always wasn’t fully understood. As I’ve aged, I have able to retroactively look back at life and its blessings. While actually going through the day-to-day business of life, though, all too often I succumbed to the temptation of looking past the blessings and staring dead on with the foils of life. And that comes from someone who has been programmed — both innately and conditionally — to look for the good in things {I call it the half full viewpoint}.

Looking back, you have to work hard to count your blessings … really hard. It’s too easy to take things — and people — for granted, to …STOP

…take the easy way out or shortcuts that blunt out the blessings all around us. So, you really have to work at it — every day, every minute of every day.

I try to share nuggets of hope with friends and family, but the truth is these daily “thoughts” are just as much for me. No, they are designed for me, forcing me to remember to look for the little blessings all around. I just share them with others.

It’s too easy to let the thorn detract from the beauty of the rose … the majesty of clouds as they pour down rain … to skip by the children or your spouse in the name of “work”.

I’ve been blessed. But most of all because I realize it!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God doesn’t call the qualified. He qualifies the called.

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The Russians Are Coming! The Russians Are Coming!

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty tired of hearing about all things Russia — collusion, interference, connections. I grew up in the 60s where all evil led to the Big Bear — remember duck and cover {although I honestly don’t ever actually participating in the rather, as I look back, stupid exercise … I mean in case of a nuclear attack, that didn’t give much cover}, Ivan Koloff  {the Big Bear himself in the wrestling ring … we also liked our anti-heroes to be of Middle Eastern (The Sheik) and Japanese (Mr. Fuji) descent}, or Natasha Fatale and Boris Badenov {main antagonists of Rocky and Bullwinkle}.

My generation — and I’m surprised our Washington so-called leaders, many of whom are products of the same generation — has been living with Russia forever. We know their tricks. We know their methods. We know their capabilities. And for the younger set, haven’t they been watching The Americans?

This whole Russia charade is old news. No one — especially the elites in Washington — should be surprised. And yet, here we are with, what, seven investigations about Russian influence in the U.S. And we have little but partisan pandering pushing “facts” that are so obvious a high school freshman can postulate on.

Do we want to protect the sanctity of democratic elections here in America? Of course we do. We don’t like it when people mess with the U.S.of A. But, do you actually believe the Chinese or North Koreans or Iranians or even more moderate nations haven’t exerted pressure  on American politics. We do it ourselves. The Democrats have been known to bloat rolls with illegals and deceased persons. The Republicans have jerry-rigged districts for their benefit. And don’t think for a second United States operatives haven’t attempted to influence elections around the globe … only we call it “nation building.”

I also find it hard to believe Jim Comey. He’s an imposing guy. I met him once casually at a Washington event. It’s hard to believe he could blend in anywhere. It’s also hard to believe he was so intimidated by Donald Trump after a 10 or 20 or 30 or even 60 second encounter he would have to resort to memos to self. His testimony sounded more to me than a COA chip in the likely event he was going to be fired. He used it — in front of the salivating Democratic inquisitors at his “hearing.” Sorry, it smacked of theatrics to me.

But instead of getting out of the Russian rabbit hole and starting an investigation on the real treasonist, obstructionist acts of unauthorized leaks, our merry band of senators and representatives keep getting bogged down in the same old tired rhetoric.

I’ve met Robert Mueller casually as well. I know him better by reputation as a fair person. I hope he conducts his investigation as special prosecutor with that balanced fairness. However, it seems he has surrounded himself with Democratic cronies. And the Democrats have one agenda — stop Donald Trump any way they can. I’m with Donald on this one … it appears this special investigation will be a witch hunt.

Now, Trump is no angel. Neither was Barack Obama or George W. Bush. And Bill Clinton was far from a Boy Scout. It always boggled my mind why millions and millions of dollars would be spent to “hire” a president at a low-level CEO salary. It’s not about the money. It’s about the power. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Case in point — Washington, DC. And it extends to each state’s capital as well.

I can’t help but wonder how these senators and congressmen can seek the “truth” through these investigations when they can’t seem to find it themselves. Seasoned politicians know how to couch answers and COA so, even when confronted with apparent wrongdoing overtly or covertly, there is always plausible deniability. That’s the problem with Trump. He’s not a politician.

Listening to the Comey and Sessions hearing, I was struck by the Democratic line of questioning. In Sessions’ case, there was a sense of arrogance that used Comey’s words as gospel. Sessions was wrong until proved right … and the Dems weren’t about to accept right. I mean, how many times do you have to told no to believe the answer is no, or was the continual berating a method used to get the answer and outcome you wanted. Sorry, that’s “Gotcha” politics and it isn’t playing well outside the Beltway.

And where is our intelligence agencies in all this? We pride ourselves as having the best agents in the world. We know they can predictively respond to key words and phrases in conversations, e-mails, social media, etc. Yet, they can’t seem to be able to identify a leaker. My take is from Agent 86 {Maxwell Smart}, “Missed it by that much!”

It’s time for the bickering to stop. Maybe Mitch McConnell and Chuck Schumer should meet in the back room of a Georgetown pub, order a pitcher of beer and a bowl of pretzels and figured out how they can work together. What is the common ground. What’s best for America … not the Republicans, not the Democrats.

I would suggest the same for Paul Ryan and Nancy Pelosi, but I’m afraid the minority leader might end up at the wrong bar.

How much are these probes costing us in time and energy {and American taxpayer dollars}. Instead of protecting their own partisan turf, it would so refreshing to see our representatives in Washington doing something. The list is endless. Health care. Immigration. Economic development. Crime. Infrastructure. Budget. National Security. Education. Civil rights and race relations. Terrorism. Imagine what could be accomplished if we worked together — 100 senators and 435 representatives.

Well, it’s time I get off my Saturday soap box. Would the pretty Russian girl over there — Natasha? — help me down?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You are not a product of your circumstances, you are a product of your decisions.

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Five Minute Friday — Steady

Happy Friday! Happy Five Minute Friday!

You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative is to take five minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. Our prompt is diligently supplied by Kate Motaung. After we post, we link up on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com. I hope to see some of you there. It’s a great place to mix and mingle and share ideas.

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 Natasha. I hope she inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?

“Five Minute Friday is a source of strength. Through this community, I have been loved and encouraged. I have made friends that hold a special place in my heart. This community has given me the courage to say the words, ‘I am a Writer,’ confidently.”

The prompt this week is STEADY. The timer has been set for five minutes, so it’s time to let the neurons out. GO…

I’ll be honest. My reflection this week was based heavily on Kate’s pre-prompt post dealing with the vagaries of life. She posed, “…how can we be celebrating with someone one minute, and grieving with someone else the next.”-

I sympathize with her plight entirely. Life can be unpredictable, from year to year and month to month and day to day and minute to minute. So, as I see it, it’s the steady approach to life that reaps the benefits.

We all know people — especially through Facebook — who experience these wild mood swings. When things go wrong, it’s all heading toward hell in a hand basket. And you never hear of the smooth sailing.

I like to take a different approach. Life happens … the good, the bad, the laughter, the tears. If we’re going to fret about all the negatives without accentuating the positives, we’re in trouble. That’s why I like to take a steady, calm approach. It doesn’t do me any good to rant and rave {okay, maybe a little, but it doesn’t change the circumstances}.

I like to think that’s the divine … STOP

approach as well. Jesus did get angry, but I think He pretty much kept an even temperament. He was comfortable with the situation He was in. He accepted the children, the marginalized, the sinners like me. He wasn’t into the “formalities” and rank and privilege meant little to Him.

His message was simple. Praise God in all things. That sounds like a pretty steady plan.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God never gives up on you. Don’t give up on yourself.

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Five Minute Friday — Worth

Happy Five Minute Friday time! I know it’s Saturday, but I was on the road all day yesterday. I could have carved out a few minutes earlier {hanging my head in shame} in the day but rather took the time to recuperate from the journey and pick up some essentials like food and supplies. And, if it’s any consolation, although I didn’t peck the keys until now, I did manage to write a mental draft {a little bit different from the final product} Friday. That has to count for something.

I don’t have to tell you the drill — I’ve done that many times over — but there is something different. The link is now on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com. I hope to see some of you there.

If you’ve followed this blog at all, you know how much value FMF has for me. I’ve asked you to join in [you really, really should]. It’s quick. It’s easy {okay, sometimes not always}. It’s challenging. And it’s oh so rewarding. But don’t take my word for it. Here is what Lauren has to say, taken from snippets in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. Don’t listen to me. Listen to her.

“FMF has been a consistent community of encouraging writers. Each week I look forward to the positive words and inspirational perspectives each contributor brings.”

I hope you find the time to join our special group. In the meantime, the prompt word is WORTH. The time has been set for five minutes, so I guess we should GO...

My daughters had the unenviable job of cleaning out my office of over 20 years. Why? Because they have their mommy’s genes — take no prisoners.

I did give them specific instructions about what HAD to be kept, but otherwise, I sequestered myself in the next room. I figured if I didn’t know what was being tossed, I probably would never miss it. I could hear them snickering as they uncovered papers and documents dating from the beginning of the millennia. Every once in a while I would hear them say, “Dad. Dad. Dad.”

When it was over — okay three quarters over since they couldn’t get through the whole room — they asked me why I kept some of that stuff. Like a percentage wheel — which they had no idea what it was — or notes from a meeting in 1994.

Well, they may not have any relevance today, but there was a time they had worth. I needed it for something, although quite honestly, I can’t remember why I keep notes from last year let alone 23 years ago. Even as they made their way to the recycle bin, they still had worth … even if just as recyclable trash.

The same is true for people. … STOP

We all have worth … some more, some less, some relevant, some rooted in days gone by. We have this worth not because of us, but because our Maker created us. We have worth to Him. Our friends have worth. Our enemies have worth. Even the vilest people in the world have worth in God’s eyes. We certainly may not see it, but our God sure does.

And I think it pains Him when we refuse to see worth in ourselves and others. I can only imagine Him cringing as the rhetoric and disrespect today swirl into a cesspool of derisiveness. I can see Him close His eyes in disbelief as we shrug off those “not the same as us.” You see, despite our differences, we are the same, created in the same image of a loving Father. We have worth … just like things have worth. He designed it that way.

When you’re feeling worthless or, perhaps more important, when you view others as worthless, remember the penny you found on the street. It may be scuffed, it may be caked in dirt and who knows what. It may not even look like a penny anymore. But it still worth one cent … as intended.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Perfection is overrated. It’s okay to struggle, fail, fall, get up and move on.

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Five Minute Friday — Expect

Another Friday. Another Five Minute Friday post.

Sometimes the prompt easily triggers the mind. Other times, it’s more of a struggle. That was this week.

I don’t have to tell you the drill — I’ve done that many times over — but there is something different. The link is now on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com. I hope to see some of you there.

If you’ve followed this blog at all, you know how much value FMF has for me. I’ve asked you to join in [you really, really should]. It’s quick. It’s easy {okay, sometimes not always}. It’s challenging. And it’s oh so rewarding. But don’t take my word for it. Here is what Kelly has to say, taken from snippets in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. Don’t listen to me. Listen to her.

“I happened across FMF and started participating on a whim, just f initially. or the fun of it. But looking back, it became more meaningful than I may have realized initially. Sometimes the word for a particular week just fit into what God was teaching me lately, and sometimes I would read others’ posts and find they were very similar to my own. In short, FMF meant I was not alone. It was a weekly reminder God will never leave or forsake us, and also He surrounds us with people to share life with.”

The timer is set. The prompt is EXPECT. It’s time to GO…

I really had trouble with the prompt word. Expect is a verb. But it can be passive or active.

We’ve all experienced the question, “What do you expect …?” as a salary? as your obligations? for the future?

But we also can use it differently, like “I expect…” pointing to a future event. So it could be either our active thought or more probative.

I’m not sure which way the neurons will go with this, primarily because I try not to have high expectations. I’m more reactive. When asked how much I expected as a salary, my answer would be what are you offering? I do not like to make demands. I do not like to dip in expectations.

I look forward to each new day, but I don’t expect it to go on forever. I know there will be a day when I’ll meet my Maker. Of that I’m sure, and I don’t have an expectation for that face-to-Face meeting, … STOP

… I have a promise. I know — and I expect I will tell my Savior — I don’t deserve eternal salvation. I deserve eternal damnation. But I’ve been promised I have been forgiven! I don’t expect to be welcomed … I know I will be welcomed in heaven.  I don’t expect the Book of Life to be a clean slate … I know it’s a totally blank page.

Well, that’s the train track of thought my mind followed this week. What do you expect… either today, over the next few years or eternity?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: True happiness isn’t about having a perfect life … it’s about finding that place in your heart where all the crazy meshes.

 

 

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