Love Songs

Not everyone is going to understand this post … but those of us who have gone through the loss of a long-term partner, it is all too real.

You never know when the ache returns. Sometimes it is shortly after the loss. Other times it is around a special event or anniversary. You sort of expect those. But when you get hit right between the eyes out of the blue … well, that can be disconcerting. Even after eight and a half years.

Today has been one of those days. It was a little gray, drizzly and dismal. Although I slept well, I woke up about two hours earlier than normal and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t have a lot on my agenda for the day.

As I often do, I keep myself company by listening to music — contemporary Christian, easy listening, 60s and country mostly. I try to rotate the playlists from Pandora, I Heart Radio and You Tube. Today was an easy listening type of day, using the I Heart Radio platform tuned into WCHI Easy 1350 out of Chillicothe, OH.

As a disclosure, I do have to be careful about what I listen to. Some formats naturally tug at the heart strings, even on good days. On those vulnerable days, they can rip open the scars.

Today was one of those days. There wasn’t the subtle reminder of memories gone by. It was a constant avalanche spanning five decades of melodic memories. Just about every song resonated, bringing special thoughts of what was and is no more. In fact there was a span of about an hour where I felt they borrowed a mix tape {literally a tape} I made for Karen to be played during our romantic Saturday night dinners. {We alternated cooking a special meal at least once a month. I always got the better of that deal.}

There was Phil Collins (Against All Odds), Peter Cetera with Amy Grant (The Next Time I Fall), Art Garfunkel (I Only Have Eyes For You), James Taylor (Up  On The Roof), England Dan & John Ford Coley (I’d Really Love To See You Tonight),  Gloria Estefan (Can’t Stay Away From You), The Association (Cherish), Kenny Rogers (Lady), Noel Paul Stookey (The Wedding Song), Anne Murray (A Love Song), Barry Manilow (This One’s For You), Rod Stewart (Have I Told You Lately), Chicago (You’re the Inspiration), Bette Midler (Wind Beneath My Wings), Rita Coolidge (Higher and Higher), Orleans (Dance With Me), Air Supply (Two Less Lonely People In The World), The Carpenters (We’ve Only Just Begun), Dan Hill (Sometimes When We Touch), Celine Dion (When I Fall In Love), Frankie Valli (Can’t Take My Eyes Off You), Debby Boone (You Light Up My Life), Chris DeBurgh (The Lady In Red), Neil Diamond (Hello Again and September Morn), Diana Ross & The Supremes (Someday We’ll Be Together), Captain & Tennille (Love Will Keep Us Together), Louis Armstrong (What A Wonderful World), Linda Ronstadt with Aaron Neville (Don’t Know Much) … and the list goes on, Paul Young, The Spinners, Carly Simon, The Eagles, Al Green, David Foster, John Lennon, Atlantic Starr, Spandau Ballet, Sheena Easton, Seals & Crofts, Genesis, Samantha Sang, Alabama, Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway, Michael Bolton, Simply Red, Sting, The Pointer Sisters, Joe Cocker, Eric Carmen, Bread, Juice Newton, Little River Band, Toto, Lionel Ritchey, The Beach Boys, Mary MacGregor, Eddie Rabbitt, Elton John, Dionne Warwick, Dan Fogelberg, Clima-X, Laura Branigan, Bill Joel, Sade, Bee Gees, Kenny Loggins, Gordon Lightfoot, Natalie Cole, Daryl Hall & John Oates, Poco, Billy Ocean, Al Jarreau, Barbra Streisand, Roberta Flack, Matthew Wilder, Dobie Gray, Don Williams, Gary Wright, Anita Baker, The Beatles, America, Michael Jackson and Siedah Garrett, Jim Croce, Charlene, Firefall, The Jets, Gino Vannilli, Player, Whitney Houston, Climax Blues Band, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Ambrosia, Heatwave, Janis Ian, Grover Washington Jr., Glenn Medeiros, Kenny Nolan, Bobby Hebb, Stephen Bishop, Robert John, Glenn Frey, Peaches & Herb, Quincy Jones, Bertie Higgins, Harry Chapin, Klymaxx, Al Stewart, Carole King, Love Unlimited Orchestra, Marvin Gaye … even Herb Alpert and Sergio Mendez.

It was a million dollar memory day. None of them brought tears to my eyes, just quiet reflection as I rocked and rested in my recliner with the volume up and the soft roar of the water as it rolled over the dam a complementary background… except for Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me — Gladys Knight & The Pips version — my anthem for our 40-plus years together.

I wouldn’t want to re-live my life, but I would give anything to share those moments again. For now, they are locked forever in the recesses of mind. For today, WCHI Easy 1350 out of Chillicothe, OH, held the key.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: If you find yourself still chasing your dreams — run faster.

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Five Minute Friday — Sing

On a drab, dismal Friday, it was refreshing to plug into Kate’s Heading Home page and discovered the word for the week was SING! Just thinking about it brought sunshine to the day.

You know the drill. It’s Friday, we have a prompt, we write, we post, we share. And it all comes down at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2017/04/20/five-minute-friday-sing/). I’ve told you before … you should check it out. Better yet, you should join in.

For another take, Gayl contributes from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat, “My very first blog post was for FMF. It really helped me move forward with my blog. It was fun, inspiring and a challenge to write for five minutes on a topic.

There you have it. Listen to Gayl.

I guess it’s time to get started. The timer has been set so we’ll sing out way through the next five minutes. GO…

Sing. Sing a song. Make it simple, To last your whole life long… {apologies to The Carpenters}

That’s the first ditty that swirled in my head when I heard the this week’s word challenge, although you’re lucky you didn’t hear me singing it. I sort of sound like a caged canary … caged in a enclosure with chalkboards as the walls.

I can’t read music.  I can’t carry a tune. And I definitely do not put out anything that resembles music.

Still, I sing. Our Lord doesn’t care. He must be tone deaf.

I love music, though. I love listening to those more accomplished than I, belting out a tune or two. I always have, even as a kid. Karen introduced me to contemporary Christian music — which has become an important part of my repertoire. My New York pastor is an accomplished lyricist and musician. My Maine pastor incorporates song into Sunday services and on the fifth Sunday, we have what is called Singing Sunday — the entire service in song — often including the sermon.

One of my favorite songs is the Gaithers’ (Bill and Gloria) Then He Said, Sing! It … STOP

just gets you to your feet with raised arms {I don’t do that very often, but can’t help myself when I hear the song}. “Then He said, Sing! … from a laughing heart … Just sing when the night is darkest … Sing, let your joy explode … Let music fill the air … You can sing when there’s nothing else to do  … Sing when something deep inside of you … tells you that life is still a wonder … Just throw back you head and sing…”

Amen.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: You can turn the wheel all you want, but if you don’t step on the gas, you ain’t goin’ nowhere.

 

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The Empty Tomb

I don’t usually re-post, but I’ve decided for this Easter season, it would be appropriate to continue this as a tradition for the extra followers than a year ago. So, for my new-found friends, this is for you. And for my regular readers, this is a reminder.

There are two “major” celebrations on the church calendar – Christmas and Easter. One we celebrate with joy and festivity. The other we generally celebrate quietly, with a little more reserve and certainly a lot more reverence and solemnity.

easterThe latter, of course, is Easter – actually a compilation of the days that begin on Palm Sunday and end with Christ’s resurrection, encompassing His passion and His reprehensible death along the way.

But to look at the Easter season with sadness, I feel, is missing the whole point. These few days are the foundation of our entire faith. Without the pain, suffering, death – and most important – resurrection, Jesus was just another kind-hearted man with a vision.

Certainly, the agony is worth remembering. In fact, the agony is worth feeling. But it is the resurrection we should focus on … and that should give us reason to celebrate – really celebrate.

When I was growing up – as, probably, most of us can remember – the emphasis of Lent was denial. And being just average kids, we looked forward to Sundays because we could “forget” the denials – candy, ice cream or whatever. It was a “day off.”

Then came Holy Week. The palms were nice, but again, the focus shifted immediately into the passion and for the next few days, Jesus’ suffering was drummed into our heads. Good Friday was a day of quiet, reflecting on Jesus’ death.

Somehow, that was almost the end of the message. Easter Sunday was anti-climactic. We spent so much time dwelling on the death of Jesus, His resurrection almost got lost.

At Christmas, we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Despite the commercialism that has grown, as a faith community we can sense the joy of the season. It is truly a celebration.

What about Easter? Is that same joy present? Is there any joy present?

I don’t think so.

Over the years I’ve theorized about why. Perhaps it is because there is no fixed date. Perhaps it is because we are, generally, still depressed from a long winter.

But perhaps it is also because we reduce the entire Lenten season – particularly Holy Week and Good Friday – to the suffering Jesus. As humans, we don’t like suffering … in ourselves or in others.

As a result, our minds and emotions shut down around Good Friday. It’s just too painful for us to watch this Jesus die this death. It becomes even more painful when we consider He died for us, our sins contributed to the weight of the cross, the sting of the nails, the labored breathing, the disgraceful death.

The focal point of the season should be 36 hours later … Easter, the empty tomb. We should have our eyes on that empty tomb at Easter – just as we have our eyes fixed on the crib at Christmas.

While sharing the Eucharistic meal, we should recognize the Jesus of the empty tomb. While recalling the passion of Jesus, we should be looking to that empty tomb. While reflecting on the crucifixion, we should contemplate its meaning as a necessary step from this world to the empty tomb. As we ponder the mystery of the risen Christ at Vigil, Sunrise or Easter services, we should see the mystery in light of that empty tomb.

A moved rock, nothing but a shroud, an empty tomb. That’s the foundation of our faith. Jesus’ resurrection makes it possible for us to be resurrected. And just as Jesus replaced His spot in the tomb for a place at His Father’s table, so, too, will our tomb be emptied and we will join Father, Son, Spirit and our fellow believers at that same table.

That’s cause for celebration.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Hope is found when we trust and depend on the One who gives it!

This originally was written while I was editor at the Catholic Standard, newspaper for the Archdiocese of Washington, DC, and re-published in my newspaper, Reveille/Between the Lakes. I thought I would share it with this audience as well.

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April’s calf

I cannot explain it, but for a couple of hours this morning I was mesmerized by April the giraffe who finally gave birth to her calf. Apparently, I wasn’t alone. An estimated 1.2 million folks were tuned in to see April finally present her special package at Animal Adventure Park in Harpursville, NY.

I wasn’t an April follower. I was aware of the hype surrounding April’s pending birthing which was streamed live for months. She was expected to birth between mid-January and mid-February, but the “no show” show continued until this morning.

My granddaughter posted this morning it was April’s time, so I decided to peek in at nature in action. When I tuned it there were two hoofs dangling out of April as she paced around her pen. Every once in a while she would stop, her abdomen would contract, and the hoofs slid out a little more. Figuring the birth would be at any moment, I keep the stream open, watching for about a half hour before setting up the phone next to the computer so I could do some work. About an hour or so later, it was show time. Out came the head, then shoulders and in a final push the rest of the calf — for want of a better word — plopped from mother to ground. I even found myself yelling words of encouragement at the screen and at the final push screamed, “Way to go April. You did it!”

At first, the calf just laid there motionless while mom started cleaning and stimulating the youngun. Finally, the long neck stretched upwards and for the next 20 minutes of so, the baby — as confused and overwhelmed as any newborn — tried to get the legs to work in sync. Eventually, instinct kicked in and the calf was on all fours looking for his/her first meal from mom.

Toys R Us, which features a giraffe as its mascot, was a sponsor of the live feed and it was cool to see the logo switch to Babies R Us after the birth. It was a nice touch.

There has been no determination whether the calf is male or female, but Animal Adventure Park has announced it will conduct a naming contest for the calf.

Now, I don’t usually get involved in these natural events, although a few weeks ago I was hooked at an Australian Facebook/FMF friend’s capture of the birth of a new lamb on the farm. I similarly followed the days leading up to the birth of the lamb, culminating with the big event.

In both cases, the actual birth was not pretty. They can be kind of messy and by human standards a bit gross. But they are still miracles. Mothering instincts are the same regardless of species. And new life is always precious … whether it’s a child, a lamb or a calf.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: It’s better to start slow and finish fast than to launch out of the gate and crawl across the finish line.

 

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Five Minute Friday — Empty

Good Friday. A day of reflection … and a day to put those reflections down on paper {or in today’s environment, in a post}.

We’ll follow the typical Five Minute Friday format. We’ll let the neurons loose, record the results, link up at Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2017/04/13/five-minute-friday-empty/) to share and visit with out link neighbors.

I’ve encouraged you to join in and have been including comments from fellow writers in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. Maybe these words might make the difference to get you involved.

“I am an alumni of Five Minute Friday but have always been a huge fan! I saw the post by Lisa Jo today and wanted to send in one of my favorites. I stumbled on Five Minute Friday, I don’t even know how, about three years ago. I had literally only written a handful of blog posts and was brand new to the blogging world. Five Minute Friday gave me the courage to pick up the pen and write when I felt so insignificant in the whole wide world. Now three years later I am writing compilations with other authors and working on my first book! But the friends I met in FMF … those are priceless and words can’t do the value of their encouragement any justice. I am one writer who’s been forever impacted by this community! (and hope to jump back in as I tackle a few other projects.)”

So there’s the pitch. It’s up to you now whether you wish to join this very special writing group. And it’s time for me to tackle this week’s prompt, EMPTY. the timer is set, so, let’s GO …

Good Friday … a good day to reflect on the empty tomb.

You can’t have one without the other. We need the horror of the events of the cross as a prelude to the empty tomb. Hallelujah!

But it goes a little deeper. Good Friday is a good time for us to reflect on our lives and empty of hearts of the evils that led to the cross. I struggle daily with keeping my heart empty of “self” thought. Although I always want to let go and let God … it’s awfully difficult as wander through the day. There’s that check that has to be written, maybe without the funds readily available. There’s the reaction in word and deed to people we encounter who may not live up to OUR standards. There’s our wants and needs without thought of the future.

Yes, it’s difficult to truly empty our heart and replace it with … STOP

… unconditional faith. So it’s a good time to examine our actions and motives and empty our hearts of “me” and “I” to allow the love of Jesus some room to grow. He paid the price so we can peek into the empty tomb and realize just how important His presence in our lives is, was and will be.

And that’s something to shout about. Hallelujah!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Nothing under God’s control is ever out of control.

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Five Minute Friday — Enough

Okay. It’s Saturday. I guess my Friday writing run has ended.

In my defense, I just couldn’t function yesterday. From the time I opened my eyes in the morning — through two power naps (one lasting two hours) — until I settled in for the night at 9:30, it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. Meanwhile my brain was addled and my fingers went on strike … so I opted to write again another day. I’ll blame it on a dismal, drizzly, sunless day.

But, enough about me. You know how much I  value this Five Minute Friday exercise … and the feeling is shared my any comrades in the FMF community. Here’s what Christina 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.

“Five Minute Friday helped me get over being a lone ranger writer. A consistent creative community with guts and heart.”

Amen, sister! 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. Just visit Kate’s place (http://katemotaung.com/2017/04/06/five-minute-friday-enough-plus-a-giveaway/) for more details and/or to visit with members of this special writing confraternity.

The prompt for the week is, appropriately, ENOUGH {notice how I cleverly worked that into the intro?}. The timer has been set for five minutes, so I guess it’s time to let the neurons fire up and GO

I have enough … not too much … not too little … just enough.

I have enough material things to be comfortable yet not extravagant. Sure, like everyone else, I would love just one day where I could spend anything without looking at the pricetag or thinking about tomorrow. And there have been times when I scrimped and saved and was down, literally, to my last penny. But somehow, I managed to get by. I found leftovers to eat or “suddenly” discovered some cash in the pockets of pants I just decided to wear that day.

So I have enough. If I had more I would probably squander it. If I had less, I would find a way to make do.

I have enough faith to keep me going

Sure there are times that faith has been tested. Sure there are times when I feel inadequate in the faith department. I would love to evangelize better. I would love to share my faith story better. And I would like a boost of … STOP

… faith when I slip into the “doubting Thomas” days of my life. But, somehow, I manage to get by. I hear from a friend or relative or Facebook follower or blogging partner that a word or a phrase had lifted them up. Those are the faith boosters in my life, shining God’s light on an ordinary day or event for someone else.

So I have enough faith to keep me grounded. If I had more “I” might wander into the equation a lot more than “He”. If I had less, it would be pretty hard to face the “cold” days.

I have enough grace, not from anything I have ever done, but because I have a God who loves me the way I am. Sure there are times when I feel I’ve fallen out of God’s grace, but that’s on me. The truth is I can never fall out of God’s grace. I can walk away from it. I can ignore it … but it is always there.

So I have just the right amount of grace — God’s grace — to keep me going. And the good news is He has enough grace to go around. He will gladly share it with you. All you have to do is ask.

Grace breathes life into faith which, in turn, breathes life in everyday life. And it’s all enough … not too much … not too little … just enough.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God can take the worst we have and make something wonderful out of it.

 

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The Boss Baby

If you want to gauge the worth of a children’s animated movie, go to a matinee … then listen. You have to have a discerning ear. You have to be able to distinguish between children laughing for the sake of laughing or truly enjoying themselves for an hour and 37 minutes.

That what I did for The Boss Baby, the newest DreamWorks release. And I can report the younguns truly enjoyed themselves.

For adults, the premise is pretty silly, but for the – let’s say – seven to 12 year old set, the giggles started before the opening credits and continued throughout the show.

Our protagonist (voiced by Alec Baldwin) isn’t really a baby, but is on the middle management team at Baby Corp – where babies come from. His task is to prevent former Baby Corp exec Francis E. Francis (Steve Buscemi), now head of Puppy Co., from unveiling a new lovable forever puppy and siphoning off love of babies.

While Mom and Dad (Lisa Kudrow and Jimmy Kimmel), who happen to work for Puppy Co., accept this new suit-wearing baby, seven year old Tim (Miles Christopher Bakshi) sees right through the facade. And he feels the loss of affection as his family of three swelled to four.

The animated film is really seen through Tim’s overly-imaginative perspective, which just adds to the laugh track. Through the help of a just as imaginative narrator (Tobey Maguire), young Tim tries to convince Mom and Dad the baby is an imposter as the rigors of parenthood sap their strength and take time away from poor little Tim. As they snooze on the couch, Tim calls out for his nightly three stories, five hugs and favorite song and cries himself to sleep after unsuccessfully negotiating for just his favorite song.

Since he can’t really sleep, he “catches” Baby talking on phone to his superiors and plans his big reveal to Mom and Dad by recording the brusque Baby as he maps out strategy with fellow Baby Corp employees, Jimbo and the Triplets. Of course he gets caught and a wild chase scene through the backyard – again enhanced through a seven year old’s perspective. It probably was the highlight of the show for my younger fellow moviegoers.

The tape gets destroyed and poor Tim is sent to “solitary” to reflect on his non-acceptance of the Baby.

Eventually, the two figure it might be in their best interest to work together. Baby wants to complete his mission and return to a corner office at Baby Corp and, of course, Tim just wants him to leave.

They go to Puppy Co. with Mom and Dad as Francis E. Francis gets set to launch the new lovable puppy at a convention in Las Vegas. They uncover what they thought were the secret plans only to fall into a trap set by Francis E. Francis, who convinces Mom and Dad to let Eugene-ia (Conrad Vernon) babysit the two boys and whisks them off to Las Vegas for the launch.

Tim and Baby enlist the aid of the other pint sized crew to escape from Eugene-ia in another seven year old fantastic adventure and reach the airport just as Mom and Dad board the plane for Las Vegas. So they have to figure a way to get to Las Vegas by crashing an Elvis Impersonator charter.

The plane ride proves boooring until Tim unleashes his imagination –bringing Baby along –and the two take a pirate adventure to Vegas where they manage to stop the launch with seconds to go.

Of course, with the success of the mission, Baby heads back to Baby Corp and Tim realizes how much he missed his baby brother.

Oh, the quiet in the theater. You could hear the little minds of the moviegoers ticking as they pondered the values of sharing and working together and having adventures and – sure enough – Baby returns to his family and Tim welcomes him with open arms!

It was a fun, little movie. The jokes and pratfalls were tasteful and age appropriate.

I don’t know if it was the visuals – I mean, a baby in a suit with a backside flap and sock garters, what’s not to like? – or the sometimes nonsensical plot or the message of the value of bonding that captured the little ones’ attention. Just for a moment I wished I was in that seven to 12 year old range to understand the movie more fully.

Then it hit me. It was just plain fun.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: If you love something, set it free … If it returns, keep it and love it forever.

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Five Minute Friday — Define

Friday. Time for Five Minute Friday. Yeah, I know. Friday.

But I do look forward to the writing exercise, meeting with my FMF friends to ponder, put down and share a word prompt with them. Thanks to Kate Motaung for hosting this party at http://katemotaung.com/2017/03/30/five-minute-friday-define/

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 Mandy 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 never felt I was much of a writer. My writings from my college composition class was proof of that. And while I learned a lot in that class I still was not confident about my writing. But recently God has been pushing me to write. I, like Moses, resisted. “I can’t write so good, God.” But He saying, “I’ll give you the words to say.” Then I started seeing these Five Minute Fridays popping up. I thought maybe this would be a way to get started. There was no pressure. No editing. So I decided to try it. The first time, I didn’t get much down in 5 minutes. And certainly not anything worthwhile to say. But each time I tried, I did  a little better. Then the words started coming from somewhere else (God, obviously). In September. I saw the challenge to write every day in October. God said it was time. He said I had something to say about living with pain. So I took the challenge. The words flowed quite easily and it was actually good therapy for me. The added bonus was all the encouragement from other writers who read my post. The five minute challenge has pushed me beyond my comfort zone and built my confidence to do what God is calling me to do.”

Convinced it’s your time yet?

This week’s prompt is DEFINE. My brain retreated introspectively because, well, I’m in an introspective mood. The timer is set, so I guess it’s time to GO …

How would you define yourself? What words would you choose to capture who you are — inside and out?

Now, be careful. Don’t give me a description. That’s a little bit different. That’s the “what” of your life, not the “who”.

I’ll be honest, it’s easier to describe who I am rather than define myself. I trust the same is true with you.

I mean, I am the father of five with 18 grandchildren and two great-great-granddaughters. I shared 40 years with a loving and supportive wife, who taught me so many lessons of life and love. I work hard in a career I initially didn’t plan on but which has led me on a 50-plus journey to five states. I’m just an ordinary guy who loves life and travel and seeks out the little things. I try to be there for people, personally and professionally. I enjoy a good laugh, often at my own expense. And I love to count my blessings! I would say I look at the glass of life as half full.

That’s what I am. That’s the description of me.

When it comes to defining me, however, I am at more of a loss for words {me??}. We’re complex. There are a lot of factors that contribute to the inner you and me … the definition of who you were, who you are  and who you want to be.

And it is fluid. While on the surface it appears to change day by day, the core values remains the same.

I’m going to try to define myself, although I’m pretty sure I will fall flat on my proverbial face.

I am an inward-seeking soul blessed by the grace of God. I’m not interested in flash or glitter or gold. I accept who I am and live within those parameters. I am sensitive … STOP

… (although that is more of a descriptive word) and bear most things in my heart. I’ve made mistakes along the way {too many to count} but each setback helped define me a little bit more.

To bring it all together in a sentence, the essence of me is … me, warts and all. While my history may have helped shape and describe me, the me — the real me — was defined by a loving God. I just have to try to live up to the expectation.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: How easy it is to become so preoccupied with our own agenda and fail to give our loved ones the attention they need and deserve.

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The Shack

I have to confess. The Shack was not on my must see list.

Admittedly I didn’t know too much about it and I don’t remember even seeing the trailer. But it was the flick du jour so I did a little pre-research before heading for the screening – as skeptical as the lead in the film, Mackenzie “Mack” Phillips (Sam Worthington). Still, it didn’t capture my attention. A guy spending a weekend with God at God’s invitation at a remote shack in the middle of nowhere where only bad memories existed. It sounded pretty dark to me.

To bring everyone up to speed before the meat of the encounter, Mack’s father was an outward church elder/inward drunk and abuser. It was intimated the young Mack, after outing his dad and a horrific beating, mixed some strychnine in his booze.

Fast forward. Mack is married to Nan (Radha Mitchell), the believer in the family with a special relationship with God whom she refers to as “Papa.” They have three children, Kate (Megan Charpentier), Josh (Gage Munroe) and Missy (Amelie Eve). The family, sans Mom who had a conference to attend, goes on a camping trip. Just before returning home, Kate starts showboating in a canoe, which capsizes, trapping Josh underneath when the strap to his life jacket gets stuck in the canoe seat slats. Mack dives into the lake and rescues and resuscitates Josh … but in the frenzy, Missy is abducted. Her blood stained dress is found in a nearby shack, but her body is never recovered.

As the family grieves – and drifts apart – Mack receives the strange invitation from “Papa.” Borrowing his neighbor’s truck, he heads into the mountains for his encounter with Papa.

The shambled shack is desolate and Mack, reeling with guilt and grief, turns a gun on himself, the suicide thwarted first by a deer, then by a young, Jewish man with a modest beard and an ear to ear smile … Jesus (Avraham Aviv Akusha). He leads Mack down a path where the shack is transformed into a neat cottage and the driven snow replaced by green grass, flowers and soft breezes. There, Mack meets Papa – unexpectedly a middle aged black woman (Octavia Spencer) – and Sarayu (Sumire Matsubara), the “Spirit” in this Trinity.

Mack remains the skeptic through these encounters. He challenges Papa about His omnipotence. And he asks the proverbial question all who go through tragedy ask God … Where were You? How can You allow evil?

“I am always there,” replies Papa when asked how He could abandon even His own Son as He shows Mack the nail prints in His hands. “I am with each and every one all the time,” He adds.

Jesus, also a carpenter working on a special project in His workshop, emphasizes to Mack the need to keep his eyes on Him. Sarayu works on Mack by bringing him to a garden, a somewhat unkempt garden. As they work on a patch, Sarayu tells Mack the garden is a reflection of him.
But the highlight, in my mind, was a trip into a deep cave. Jesus led Mack to stairs with the instruction to keep walking until he could go no further … then continue onward and through. Sure enough, Mack comes to the end of the road and deep, slippery rocks. He reached in and moves to the cave where he encounters Wisdom (Alice Braga) sitting on a throne. “It’s judgment time,” she says … but it’s not Mack who is to be judged. It’s Mack’s role to judge as his father and his father’s father – also a drunk and wife and child abuser – come before him. And then his daughter’s abuser and killer and his father, also abusive. Mack says send them to hell where they belong!

But Wisdom then brings Kate and Josh before him. Since Mack is acting like “god,” she says, send one of them to hell. They both are sinners, she reasons, but Mack breaks down and says, “No. Don’t make me do that. Take me instead.”

I thought that was the pivotal scene, especially given our penchant to play “god.” How quick are we to condemn … even, and perhaps more so, people in circumstances we don’t know.

Mack is led to the edge of the cave and sees his precious Missy playing happily with other children. He also finds his father, with both father and son seeking forgiveness.

On the trip back, Papa – this time personified as a Inuit (Graham Greene) – leads Mack to another cave where his daughter’s remains are interred. And Mack is asked to forgive her assailant as they prepare her body for burial in the coffin Jesus was making in the workshop. During the funeral march Mack continually pleads, “I forgive” each step becoming more convincing. The little girl is laid to rest in the garden plot Mack had been working on with Sarayu. This time, however, the camera pans out to see the intricacies of the garden rather than the thorns and thistles up close.

The God visit sequence was bookmarked by an encounter with a tractor trailer. Going to the shack, Mack gunned it and averted the crash. Coming back … the scene shifted to a hospital room with Mack regaining consciousness after three days in the belly of unconsciousness.

There were some oversimplifications in Mack’s visit to the shack. I doubt if theologians or biblical purists will jump to the film’s (or book’s) defense. But there were enough very deep questions being addressed as Mack poked and prodded his deliverers. Sometimes those questions were answered. Other times, they were more cryptic.

The Shack was not on my must see list. But I’m glad I went. I could see myself challenging God in His triune nature … and probably everyone else would have a similar experience. And that’s good … not just for believers but for other skeptics as well. This world is clamoring for answers. The film might be a stepping stone to getting some of them answered … or at least getting the conversation started.

Mack’s life was transformed by his encounter in the shack. I wonder how many other lives could be similarly transformed by visiting our personal shack where we got “stuck.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: So many distractions compete for our attention we can miss the wonders right under our nose.

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It Never Ceases To Amaze Me

I’ve been wandering around Maine for better than eight years and part time living here for a year and a half. Yet I’m still amazed at the incredible people in the state. As the welcoming sign says, “Maine: The way life should be .” It could also say, “Maine: A step back to calmer days.”

The people here are truly a throwback to days gone by. It doesn’t matter where you go — the gas station, the grocery store, out to dinner — you almost invariably get into a conversation. And it’s not superficial talk. It truly is a conversation. I’ve concluded — as a person with a lifelong reserved personality — there are no introverts in the Pine Tree State.

You never know what’s going to trigger it. Sometimes it’s standing with a glazed look in the grocery store {what’s difference between confectioner’s sugar and powdered sugar?} or hopping up and down to keep warm while pumping gas or a ringtone on your phone. Last night it was deer.

I went to The Red Moose in Brownville for no reason other than I liked the name and had nothing better to do last night. I wasn’t expecting dinner and a show … that expanded into conversation. Seriously, in the middle of dinner a herd of deer — okay, maybe six — showed up at the back window. They sauntered closer and closer to the window, with everyone — EVERYONE — in the place making their way to window to watch the deer watch us. The deer won. We all returned to our dinners, but they stayed there, still as statues with an occasional peck at the snow.

The couple at the table across the aisle and I got to talking as we finished our meals … about the deer, life in Maine, how we got here, winter in Maine, summer in Maine, activities in Maine — well mostly all things Maine.

I discovered Maine winters are cyclical on a three year moderate to normal “whatever that is” to harsh cycle. This year was normal, they cautioned, so next year could be, well, interesting.

I learned these 20 year transplants from Rhode Island came for the wilderness, although logging has somewhat changed the landscape over the last to decades. They explained how four wheel drive is “a must” and trucks and plows are pretty common. But I also learned the town highway departments do  a great job keeping roads clear … albeit sometimes to bare snow. Dave proudly said he has never gotten stuck in the 20 years he has commuted the 20 miles or so from Brownville to Dover-Foxcroft where he works. His wife contributed, “They know how to handle winter!”

My favorite comment of the night, however, was, “When spring comes in May, this snow will be gone quickly.” And the cycle begins again in late October or early November.

In addition to the six at the restaurant, I saw three or four coming up and another three going back home. And they weren’t lightweights. They had some meat on them. My new friends, who live about three quarter mile off the main road, said it was enjoying the deer and moose feeding on their property that gave them hours of entertainment and enjoyment.

And I thought I was just going for a meal.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Being positive in your mind is not enough! Let positivity take root in your heart and let positive things come from your mouth!

 

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