We sit here in Central Florida awaiting hurricane Ernesto. Ernesto has had definite developmental difficulties. He has gone from tropical storm with winds of 35 miles per hour to hurricane with winds over 75 mph and now is reported to be blowing at 40 mph. This definitely downgrades him from Mighty Rushing Wind to merely a Rushing Wind. His course, too, has changed. Instead of heading for New Orleans, or, later, Tampa, he currently is expected to roll up the east coast of Florida. Oh! How the might have fallen! Perhaps by the time he gets there he will be merely a tropical breeze.
I know we are talking about a hurricane, but doesn't this all sound familiar. Could it be your life or mine?
Most of us have developmental difficulties. We each face a set of tasks we must master in order to tackle the next more advanced set. Both our own efforts and external forces over which we have no control contribute to our development. For example, it you don't learn the alphabet you won't be able to learn to read. If we hear the alphabet song we are probably more likely to succeed than if we hear Peter and the Wolf. The example is crude, but you get the idea. Are you still wrestling with some basic concept you should have learned in kindergarten or first grade?
What difference does all this make? Considering it is good for our self-esteem or for our compassion!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Saturday - Rest or Labor
Even when we were both working, Saturday was the day for administrative chores. You know, chores like laundry, house cleaning, shopping, yard work, and the like. We both shared a world view in which Saturday was the fitting day for these activities. My wife still adheres to this view which she firmly believes is the orthodox one. I, on the other hand, have begun to think more of baseball games, and other spectator activities; recliner chair, feet in the air, beverage at hand, perhaps a few munchies.
This is clearly a heretical hermeneutic. Some weeks its manifestation is treated with scorn, on others with patience. Occasionally there is vigorous opposition and condemnation. Sometimes our great ideas and activities are opposed because they require change and people don't know how to change.
In this case, my answer is outsourcing - dry cleaners and laundry, cleaning crew, yardman, etc.
Would that it were always so easy!
And then there is Augustine
This is clearly a heretical hermeneutic. Some weeks its manifestation is treated with scorn, on others with patience. Occasionally there is vigorous opposition and condemnation. Sometimes our great ideas and activities are opposed because they require change and people don't know how to change.
In this case, my answer is outsourcing - dry cleaners and laundry, cleaning crew, yardman, etc.
Would that it were always so easy!
And then there is Augustine
Love God and do as you please.
There's an hermeneutic for you!
Friday, August 25, 2006
The Elephant in the Room
You probably have heard the story of the five blind men who were taken to see an elephant. They were placed in oval around the beast and each tried to experience it. Later they were asked to describe the elephant.
Of course, they were all right. One experienced the trunk, another the ears, the third the massive legs, the fourth the tail, and the fifth the sides of this huge animal. And, of course, they were all wrong because each of them had only experienced a part of the elephant.
It shouldn't surprise us to learn that we, too, are blind men. At best we only see a part of the problem. If what we see is too big for us to really understand, we chose our best understanding and call it definitive. The truth is that, individually or collectively, we are like the blind men. We can only proclaim as much as we have experienced and our best understanding of it.
- The first said, "It was like great snake hanging down from a tree and feeding itself.'
- The second disagreed, "No. It was like a huge bird, flapping its wings."
- The third said, "You are both wrong. It was like a forest. I could put my arms around the tree trunks."
- For the fourth it was even more different, "The elephant was like a large fly whisk, swing back and forth."
- And the fifth, "It was like a great wall. I could raise my hands and feel the height and width of it."
Of course, they were all right. One experienced the trunk, another the ears, the third the massive legs, the fourth the tail, and the fifth the sides of this huge animal. And, of course, they were all wrong because each of them had only experienced a part of the elephant.
It shouldn't surprise us to learn that we, too, are blind men. At best we only see a part of the problem. If what we see is too big for us to really understand, we chose our best understanding and call it definitive. The truth is that, individually or collectively, we are like the blind men. We can only proclaim as much as we have experienced and our best understanding of it.
God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at mine end, and at my departing.
God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at mine end, and at my departing.
Sarum Primer, 1538.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
PBPGINFWMY
This post actually started about a year ago, but was never finished because of ESRD. Thanks to the blessing of Peritoneal Dialysis, I am up and running again - just not as rapidly.
About thirty years ago I visited a church in Miami. At the door everyone was given a pin-on badge with the letters PBPGINFWMY. No explanation was given and we sat through the first part of the service wondering what was going on. With the sermon came the explanation:
About thirty years ago I visited a church in Miami. At the door everyone was given a pin-on badge with the letters PBPGINFWMY. No explanation was given and we sat through the first part of the service wondering what was going on. With the sermon came the explanation:
Please Be Patient - God Is Not Finished With Me Yet
It was a good sermon about forgiveness of yourself and others. I still remember it. Think about it..... How many sermons do you remember?
Anyway, God s apparently not finished with me yet. Welcome to this blog.
Anyway, God s apparently not finished with me yet. Welcome to this blog.
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