Convictions

Convictions About Mel
Today I went to see Apocalypto. It is an entertaining movie, with a significant message, and I will pass along some insights in a future post. I know some people who will not see this film because they feel Mel Gibson is a racist. So they make a concrete statement of their displeasure by refusing to invest their money in his art. Now I could debate about whether Gibson indeed is a racist, or an alcoholic who tends to run his mouth when he is drunk. But I respect that my friends are willing to take concrete action in expressing a social/moral/religious conviction.

From The Heart
I believe we need to have clarity of convinction. The old saying is, "When you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything." Of course the challenge is to know what convinctions are best to hold. Some people expend a great deal of energy seeking to behave according to the most socially acceptable convictions. To me, that is a weak way to go about life. More admiral to me is the person willing to do the hard work of developing personal boundaries. To this person, life is not about what feels good, or what is popular, or what is easy, but what is right. He wrestles with the issues. He may listen and consider what others believe, but will not accept any opinion of another as the final word. Instead, he will put sweat into seeking the ultimate answers in these matters. He will study, reason, pray, and seek in the mystical encounters of life a clarity about issues. Such is far from the easy ways of going through life doing what feels good (hedonism) or what someone else tells you (fundamentalism).

So, even though I do not share the conviction, I respect my friend who will not go to a Gibson movie.

Sampling Of Personal Convictions
This causes me to think about personal convictions I have formed, that reveal themselves in concrete actions. 
Here's a quick and random sampling:
*I abstain from alcoholic beverages.
*I will view and read nothing produced by Michael Moore.
*I will meet the basic needs of my family.
*I refuse to shop at Walmart.
*I save the lives of worms stranded on the pavement after heavy rains (now, that's a silly one, I know!).
*I believe every person on earth would benefit from a personal love-relationship with Jesus Christ.
*I refused to vote for any incumbents in the last election and may do so again.
*Generally I will help out a begger
*I will be faithful to my wife.

Obviously these are not all of the same value to me or to my surrounding world. Some are of minor import. Some I believe I would be willing to die for.

How About You?
Would you share with me a couple of convictions in your life? Perhaps one that is minor, and one that is major.

 

Our Christmas Angel

My wife and I refer to Ibrahim as "our Christmas angel" of last year.

It was a time when our middle daughter was working through a highly rebellious stage. She had decided to live, and celebrate Christmas, with another family. It was a sad time for us. In the midst of this time, our oldest daughter invited her good friend from College to experience Christmas with our family. Ibrahim was Jewish, and had never celebrated Christmas, secular or religious.

He was truly like a little kid the whole time, wide-eyed and constantly smiling, and so very appreciative. On Christmas Eve it is our tradition to share stocking gifts, and it is my mischievous effort to offer a deluge of corny little items. All the family pretends to moan and groan, but they appreciate the good-nature humour. This time we included a stocking full of stuff for Ibrahim. Excitedly he took his turns opening and enjoying his little gifts. We drank hot chocolate, played Christmas songs on the stereo, and laughed alot. The next morning we all got up early to open the big gifts. And of course Santa left something under the tree for Ibrahim. Afterwards we gathered and I read aloud the Christmas story. We had breakfast together and went to church that day. He was overflowing with smiles and hugs for his Christmas experience.

We've continued the friendship, and he has gone around telling his friends we are his "second family". But the greatest benefit came to us. He came along at absolutely the right time- filling an empty spot, and making what would have been a challenging Christmas into a bright and happy occasion.  So, I know for a fact that angels still come along at Christmastime.

Misc. Musings Of A Small Mind, Part III

Photobucket - Video and Image HostingAt times I will have something semi-significant to say; other times you will get a blog like this. I'm in holiday mode- enjoying the people and anticipating Christmas soon to come.

Close Encounter
Sometimes my evening walk is after the sun goes down. Generally it involves encircling a factory adjacent to our property. There's still just enough woods around for the wildlife to find some semblance of a place to live. So last night, as I was walking along the edge of the woods, I saw what looked like a cat perched upon a fence. It had the pointed ears, huge eyes, and sat there motionless and staring at me. He did not seem too concerned about me; simply interested. When I approached within ten feet, I realized this was no cat. It was a huge owl. It was bigger than my dog, who was sniffing precariously below. I envisioned him swooping down to grab Bailey in his talons, to fly somewhere far away and dine upon my puppy dog. But he didn't. He simply sat and observed. We continued our walk, and as we returned he took flight. His wingspan was at least five feet, or so it seemed. Obviously I was impressed with this noble creature.

Babysitting
My wife and I have made a tradition of babysitting for some couples at church, so they can do their Christmas shopping. We've been doing this for several years, and it is refreshing to note how these kids have matured through the years. They're not nearly as hyper, and actually a lot more fun. And I'm quite thankful for a DVD player at a time like this.

Received A Wonderful Christmas Gift
A certificate for a Pedicure! I've walked by the shops in the mall, and seen the men with their feet being pampered, and thought myself too masculine to do such a thing. But I'll admit, within I've been a closeted pedicuree. It's time to come out of the closet. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tip For Single Guys
Last night I took the van (that's right, I sometimes drive a minivan, another evidence of too much domestication) to pick up my son from a school-sponsored party. My little dog loves to ride, so he came along. As I waited in the parking lot, Bailey sat in my lap and observed out the driver's window. Several people were milling around. Three women, at different times, came over to pet on my dog and make pleasant conversation. I got to thinking that, back when I was single (long ago in a faraway galaxy) I would have paid lots of money to have women point that kind of attention in my direction. It's too late for me, guys, but if I were you I'd get a puppy.

Name-Calling

Name-calling brings the process of conversation to a halt. It's a precise tactic, intended to disarm the opponent and divert the audience.  Give it a try, if you're o.k. with winning at all costs, including the loss of personal integrity:

Don't like the person's opinion concerning same-sex marriage?
You could convince her of the superiority of your view...
Or,  you can just call her a Homophobe.

If the other person is opposed to abortion on demand...
Much easier than a well-thought and well-presented counter argument is to throw at him the epithet Anti-woman.

The other guy is supportive of a strong military and conservative foreign policy?
Call him a Jingoist.

Does he dare to believe his religious faith gives definitive answers to life's greatest needs?
Then you can easily feel superior by calling him Intolerant and a Religious Zealot.

There's many other names, ready to be hurled as weapons:
Bigot
Sexist
Four-eyes
Fatty

Here's what really happens when you cease to discuss the issue, and resort to name-calling:
(1) You admit your opponent has bested you in the debate and you cannot offer a worthy counter.
(2)
You are making an attempt to divert the attention of your opponent and others from your weak argument.
(3)
You are using a diversion of desperation, to snatch victory emotionally when cannot gain it logically.
(4)
Your effort is to cause others to scorn the person, with the idea they will not consider the message

So, if the other guy has resorted to name-calling....
LaughingSmile, because you've won the debate.

New Adventures Of Old Christine: Sitcom Tackles Church

Just happened to sit down in front of the television at 9:30 tonight. Showing was The New Adventures Of Old Christine. I do not know much about the show; I've watched a couple of episodes, and it certainly is not a favorite. Usually I would have allowed it to play in the background while I read a magazine. But, this time my attention was grabbed by the theme of the show. It was about religion.

Christine is a divorced mother of a pre-teen. I think her character would admit to being unsure of herself and hedonistic with lifestyle. In the episode of note, her son comes home after visiting with his dad and his new girlfriend. With excitement he tells mom they have been to church. Christine is quite upset. After the boy leaves the room, she expresses anger and dismay that her ex-husband would take their son to church. When asked why she so dislikes church, she stutters, and then says that churches hate gays and she hates anyone who hates.

Then the show explores Christine's discomfort with church. Several times her son continues to ask her to please take him to church. It seems she had a bad experience with Confirmation as a child. And, again she is convinced that churches hate gays. Finally she relinquishes, and takes her son to church. She is uncomfortable, and there are some awkward moments, but she finds church to be a good experience.

I want to thank the writers of this show for not totally trashing church. What they presented was not my kind of church, or even my understanding of the Christian faith, but at least they made an honest attempt to portray Christians and church as amiable. The minister was a nice guy. Even the child's Sunday School class was treated gently, even if a bit humorously, by the plot. The foibles of Christine were accepted with kindness. The preacher's message had little to do with the Bible or the gospel, but again it was not offensive- and I am sure an anti-religious agenda could easily have been slipped into such a part of the show.

Especially did I take notice of a couple of points in the show. During the worship service, Christine was totally at a loss concerning the rituals and formalities of the congregation. This was a reminder to me of how a guest, in my worship services, could equally feel out of place. We should make worship welcoming to such people. And, several times the stereotype was presented that the church has an anti-gay agenda. In this show, the minister assured Christine that several of his church members were gay. I have my suspicions that the writers of the show truly feel that the church in general has a prejudice toward gays. I feel such an understanding is unfortunate. We as a church, and particularly I am referencing the Evangelical Conservative church, must do a better job of letting people know that we love them. How am I to convince a person to turn from sin and to Jesus unless he/she is first convinced that I love him?

Thanks CBS for a good thirty minutes of television. Please give us more of such respectful and thoughtful treatment of religion.

Sermon: Wise Men And Herod- What Were They Thinking?

 

WISE MEN AND HEROD: WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?

MATTHEW 2:1-21

 

Bethlehem - "house of bread"
Birthplace of King David
Promised birthplace of the Messiah,

Micah 5:2


 

Who Are These “Wise Men”?

Tribe of Priests in Persia, much like the Levites in Israel
Men of holiness and wisdom, skilled in philosophy, medicine, and natural science
Interpreters of signs and dreams, who sought for truth
Believers in special message of the stars
Following a brilliant star in the heavens

The Star

We do not know what brilliant star those ancient Magi saw. Many suggestions have been made.

About 11 B.C. Halley's comet was visible shooting brilliantly across the skies.

About 7 B.C. there was a brilliant conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter.

In the years 5 to 2 B.C. there was an unusual astronomical phenomenon. In those years, on the first day of the Egyptian month, Mesori, Sirius, the dog star, rose helically, that is at sunrise, and shone with extraordinary brilliance. Now the name Mesori means the birth of a prince, and to those ancient astrologers such a star would undoubtedly mean the birth of some great king.

We cannot tell what star the Magi saw; but it was their profession to watch the heavens, and some heavenly brilliance spoke to them of the entry of a king into the world.
—Barclay's Daily Study Bible (NT)

Herod

Half Jew, half Edomite
Impressively, was able to keep the peace in Palestine
Great builder
Could be magnanimous - in times of famine remitted the taxes to make things easier
In the famine of 25 BC, melted down his own gold plate to buy corn for the starving people
Insanely suspicious
Murdered wife Mariamne, her mother Alexandra
His eldest son Antipater
Two other sons
Augustus, the Roman emperor, said, "It is safer to be Herod's pig than Herod's son."

All of Jerusalem was troubled with him
Knew his savage nature

 

Three Reactions To The Challenge Of Jesus Christ:
(1) Herod's reaction of hatred and hostility toward Jesus
Interfere with his life, place, power, influence
The man whose one desire is to do what he likes has never any use for Jesus Christ
A true Christian has ceased to do what he likes
Has dedicated his life to do as Christ likes

(2) Reaction of Chief Priests and Scribes
Indifference
Engrossed in Temple ritual, religious politics
Completely disregarded the significance of Jesus

(3) Reaction of Adoring Worship
To lay at the feet of Jesus Christ the noblest of gifts

 

The Gifts:

(1) Gold -
Custom when approaching the king to always bring a gift
Gold is the king of metals, thus the fit gift for a king
As Jesus is our King, remember we are His subject

(2) Frankincense -
Gift for a priest
Sweet perfume used in temple worship and sacrifices
Latin word for priest is pontifex, meaning "bridge builder"
Jesus has built a bridge between men and God

(3) Myrrh
Gift for one who is to die
Used to embalm the bodies of the dead
Jesus came into the world to die for men

Slaughter of Children
Not a large town
Perhaps 20 or 30 babies

Herod Felt so threatened by Jesus
Singular desire is to eliminate Jesus
Willing to do the most terrible of things

 

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 CONCLUSIONS:

WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?:

 

HEROD
When God threatens my reign, I will go to war against God
 
Only by relinquishing your reign will you be able to truly have peace, joy, absence of fear, etc.

How foolish to think you can go to war with God.  You will lose.

Thinking he had eliminated the claim of Christ upon his life

No.  He would one day meet Jesus.

 

WISE MEN
This Jesus is worth whatever cost, whatever effort, to find

Traveled great distance involving much sacrifice

To find Jesus is the most important pursuit- worth setting aside all other pursuits

When you find Jesus, with willingness and joy give Him your treasures

 

Which are you most like?

Foolish Herod, fighting Jesus and sure to lose

Wise Men, Jesus the most worthwhile pursuit of life

 

 

 

Blood Diamond - Review

Today I went to the theatre to see Blood Diamond. I remember when I used to think, "Man, it takes a real loser to go to a movie by himself." Now, that's me. Down in front was a guy in a trench coat, behind me was a lady with two buckets of popcorn and a giant drink, and then there was me. And I must say we all thoroughly enjoyed the movie-going experience.

Leonardo DiCaprio was on the screen. The guy in the trench coat seemed to be excited about his boyish good looks. But in my view, this time Leonardo added a rough edge to his appearance. He looked every bit the outdoors type, with rough beard and rugged demeanor. The British/Dutch/Afrikaneer accent was rather contrived, but quickly forgotten with all the action of the film. I'd consider this a needed breakaway from the long-lived image of Titanic.

So, We Three Kings Of The Afternoon Matinee sat back to enjoy the action-packed thriller. And it does not take long until hands are lopped, blood is splattered, and ten-year-old kids demonstrate deadly proficiency with machine guns. The movie pretends a bit to be a love story, and makes a significant social statement or two, but mostly it is fast-paced blood and gore. DiCaprio plays a swaggering, free-lance adventurer in search of fortune in diamonds. Djimon Hounsou- and I've never heard of him either- is the virtuous father in search of his kidnapped son. And Jennifer Connelly is the beautiful reporter seeking to break the back of the immoral diamond industry- although the most striking thing, to me, about her performance centers upon her unbelievably beautiful eyes. I guess I'm a typical male, but in my opinion she can succeed without acting- just show me those amazing peepers.

Civil War is raging in Sierre Leone, and life is cheap. The carnage is fueled by the thirst of the West for diamonds. And, I'm sure this is a valid scenario. Our Walmart clothing is made in sweatshops by child laborers in Asia. Our gas flows freely because of numerous incursions and acts of warfare, and those are just the things we know. So I have no doubt our beautiful diamonds come from a less than beautiful origin. In this movie, men and women are reduced to slavery to find the precious stones. Fellow countrymen eagerly kill one another to gain the money. And international businessmen encourage the killing to keep the prices low. It's all a rather sad picture of the human condition.

So, where is the hero? It is not DiCaprio, although he steps forward to make a heroic gesture at the close. Honsou is a poor fisherman who rises to magnimity in his determination to find his family. It is easy for those of us in the West to look at the mess that is the African situation, and reduce the people to objects. What's the typical thinking? "This mess has been going on for a hundred years. In spite of their tremendous natural resources, they are steeped in poverty and blood. We'll send our money and missionaries because we feel sorry for them." And with a righteous shake of the head, deep down we'll be tempted to think it is their fault. However, Honsou wonderously presents us with a noble character. He is smart. He is the most virtuous person in the movie. And the elusive diamond never possesses him, unlike DiCaprio. And through this movie we come to realize he is much like we would want to be.

I'll not spoil the ending, as far as the details are concerned It's not necessarily a happy ending, but there is a message of hope. But, like most matters of reality, it is not all tidy and wrapped up.

The acting is good, but not always so. Sometimes DiCaprio reminds me of Indiana Jones, and sometimes of Anybody Jones. Particularly bad is what is supposed to be an emotional, crying scene. Leonardo is waxing sadly about his forlorn life. He begins to cry as his sweetheart caresses him. It is intended to be a touching scene. And it does touch the gag reflex. The whole thing rings of being contrived, and at first makes me wonder if his character is attempting to manipulate the heroine. But no, he is simply doing some bad acting.

The scenery is spectacular.

The portayal of poverty and violence is stark and convincing.

The message of the movie stays with you, and makes you think. That's a good thing.

I recommend Blood Diamond. 8 out of 10 stars.

My next movie, Apocalypto.  Would anybody like to see it with me?  You're invited.  Just don't wear a trench coat.

The Mystery Of Friendship

I see much mystery in what makes a human relationship to be good.

Take my oldest daughter, for instance. Her senior year in High School she started dating a guy that I view as a quality person. He is thoughtful and considerate, smart, and has a good sense of humor. He reminds me alot of myself. Heck, if I were female and twenty years of age, I'd date him. So, she has decided she is not interested in him. He's best friend, but not dating material, she says. So this guy waits patiently on the sideline, while she plays the field. Presently she is connected with a guy who has just returned from a stint in Afghanistan. He doesn't seem to be interested in church, or college, or anything much but my daughter. He's not my type, but I try not to let her know, lest it would encourage the relationship. Oh, and we have a young man at church who has a lot of interest in her. He's a good looking kid, has a great plan for life, and I like him. My daughter? No interest.

Mr John is 72 years of age. He's retired from the military, and so much about him seems to ring with confidence and success. He's the outdoors type, what would be labeled "a tough guy". For some reason he has taken a liking to me. He had been out of church for a long time, disillusioned with churches and church people. But in some mysterious way, we have really connected. I've been to his home many times. We've been fishing, camping, and out to eat. He has shared with me some very personal matters of triumph and disappointment. And he calls me on the phone regularly. He values very much my presence and my thoughts. I enjoy my friendship with John very much. But I tell my wife it feels a bit strange. John has children my age. He has experienced and accomplished in life so much, and he knows lots of people. I'm honored he would connect so well with me, but it is a mystery.

Tomorrow evening I'll be shooting pool with Trey. It's a way for me to get to know the guy outside of the church setting. He's searching, and somehow he has come my way. This guy is 22 years of age, less than half my age. He has a lifestyle and life-outlook quite different from me. Yet this young man has been telling family and friends how excited he is to get together with me tomorrow night. And I'll enjoy it. He's a friendly guy. And he comes from almost no church background. I'm probably the only pastor he's every conversed with at any length. I find it stimulating and puzzling that we have connected in friendship.

More and more, I'm coming to see human connection as a great spice of life. The greater the difference between the two, the more fun the relationship. Viva la difference!

Mr. McBeevee

This episode of The Andy Griffith Show was originally aired on October 1, 1962.  It is one of the best.

Opie, Andy's little boy, excitedly tells the story of a man he met in the woods named Mr. McBeevee. He walks in the treetops, wears a silver hat, has twelve extra hands, blows smoke from his ears, and jingles when he walks as if he had rings on his fingers and bells on his toes. Andy looks on with amusement as Opie walks away. But Barney, his trusty and eccentric sidekick, is quite disturbed. This needs to be “...nipped in the bud!”, he says. Andy is not too concerned, until the next day when Opie returns with a further tale of Mr. McBeevee. The little boy has a brand new, shiny quarter that he says came from his friend in the woods. Andy tells him the quarter must be returned to its rightful owner, and all this fantasy must stop.

When the boy continues to insist that Mr. McBeevee is real, and that the quarter came from him, then Andy decides he must punish his son. He goes up to Opie's room with belt in hand. He very much does not want to spank his son, but is afraid he must. He gives the boy one more chance to recant the story. Opie looks at his dad with trembling chin and says, “Don't you believe me, Pa?” The next scene shows Andy at the bottom of the stairs. Aunt Bee asks what he did. Andy replies, “I told him I believe him.” She asks, “Do you believe in Mr. McBeevee?” He answers, “No. But I believe in Opie.”

My point: Sometimes, after we thoroughly consider and wrestle with a matter, we have to base our final decision not upon the reasonableness of the issue but how much we believe in the person. There are big chunks of the Christian faith that do not make sense to me. There are logical arguments that I cannot answer very well. There are even things about Christianity that I do not like. Sometimes, concerning these troubling matters and moments, if you were to ask me, “Do you believe in_____________ (fill in the blank)?” I will have to answer, “No. But I believe in Jesus.”

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By the way, Mr. McBeevee was a real person!  Andy went out to the spot of woods where Opie claimed to meet him. In frustration he sat back and stated out loud and sarcastically, “Mr. McBeevee.” From up in a tree came a reply. The man was installing power lines. His tools were jingling from his belt. He puffed a cigarette, and blew rings with the smoke. Andy invited him to dinner, and all had a great time.


When Teenager Meets Freedom....Help!

My son, B, is a riddle entangled within an enigma. I'm thinking such is the case with most teenagers, including you and I when we were of that delicate age. I'll give some background, explain the situation, and then ask for advice.

The Situation
He's 17. Who is this kid?

He now has a car, an old Jeep Cherokee. Increasingly he is away from home, for he likes to hang out with his friends (i.e.- girls) and encourage us to trust him. And we do....mostly. He's a good kid. Good student. He is in the ROTC, and is determined to go to College and then a military career. He's conscientious, and quietly religious.

Recently he has discovered girls, and now it seems he will never be the same. They call him here at the house, several different ones at all kinds of times. It is no longer adequate for me to give him the message, “A young lady called for you.”, for his reply is, “That doesn't help. Which one?”

The Challenge
We will be going to Jeckyll Island the last week of December for some much needed relaxation. My son, for whatever reasons, has always endured but never really enjoyed family vacations. Our daughters are both adults with busy personal lives. So this time we gave our three a choice of whether to go with us or not. Surprisingly, both of our girls- my oldest a Junior in College, and youngest a Freshman and mother of a 10-month-old- excitedly jumped at the opportunity. But, not B. He was even more excited about the idea of staying home. So, it looks like he will be here at the house for a week without adult supervision.

The Plot Thickens
Recently we have intercepted correspondence from him indicating some sneaky plans while we are away. His current girlfriend (“Just a friend” he says) knows “where they can get some pot”, and he wants a guy to come over and help him drink some beer. He does not know that we have this inside information. And he's asking us if we can pinpoint to him exactly when we will be back, which is disconcerting especially for my wife.

The Options:
*We can force him to go with us for vacation.

*We can go on without him, and trust that we have instilled in him the values needed to deal with this tricky time of life. And, this is the option I am leaning toward. Sometimes, I think, we can just know too much about our kids. To me, most important is not what someone is tempted to do, or contemplates doing, but what one actually does. I'm thinking it is not possible nor wise to shield my adolescents from every possibility of vice. Instead I need to raise them as best I can, and along the way loosen the grip a bit, and trust. To me, this is a scary but necessary moment of trust.

*My wife thinks we should very deliberately lecture him about his week of freedom, and then give a trusted friend a house key with the assignment to make random unannounced visits to the home.

The Plea
When teenager meets freedom, produced is a scary moment....for the parents. Any thoughts?

Misc. Ramblings Of A Small Mind, Once Again

It's been awhile since I've posted. So, here's some thoughts and things running ever so swiftly through my life:

Probably need to let Someone Else do the creating...
I came across a site which offers a tool to build your own personalized avatar. So I gave it a try, and here's the result. What do you think...Is this guy ready for the job?

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A bittersweet day...
The little lady I wrote about in the previous post passed away. I spent the last couple of days ministering to the family and conducting the funeral. She was worn out and had come to the point of truly wanting to move on to a higher realm. Thus I sought to make the sermon a celebration of her life and a challenge to the family to find reason to rejoice. Several members of the family traveled from many states away, and I was surprised to learn that their pastor made the trip to be with them at this difficult time. I was impressed, and asked if he would help with the funeral, an offer he graciously accepted.

The Big Five 0hh...
On December 30 I turn fifty. It's hitting me hard, which my mind finds to be frustrating because I know it's just another birthday. But my heart aches with this quite visible reminder of how brief life truly is, and how small is my tiny corner, and how seemingly futile my part. Help!

Hispanics That I Know...
A local municipality recently passed ordinances requiring that all renters give evidence of their legal status, and also affirming English as the official language. I know it is a smack at the large and seemingly threatening immigrant population. Here's some immigrants I know:

*Tonight I gave a ride home from church for two teens, both hispanic. Why was their mother not available? Because, she works three jobs!

*Our church custodian is a Mexican-American. She works two jobs, attends College full-time, and is a great mother to three children. She is an inspiration to me.

*I got a haircut today from Rosa. She is from El Salvadore, and works about 70 hours per week.

Such people make my community and my life better. I wish this so-called "America First" bunch would leave them, and me, alone.

Movies to See...
It's been awhile since I've been to the theatre. It still hurts to pay 9 bucks for a ticket. But, there's a few that I really want to see:
Apocalypto- a must. I gather from early reviews that it is a significant film.
Borat- mindless, irreverant humor. My kind of movie.
Blood Diamond - I can't believe it stars Leonardo DiCaprio, and yet I want to see it.
The Nativity Story - A help to focus upon the true meaning of this season.
Facing The Giants - It's hard to believe a church in Albany, GA made this movie.
Flags Of Our Fathers - This wonderful movie has been around far too long for me to have not seen it.
Happy Feet - I don't know why.

Loving Those Who Are Sick

I spent some time yesterday at the bedside of a lady who has suffered a stroke. She is bright, and congnizant, but unable to talk. Her family has supplied her with a markerboard upon which to scribble notes. They have stayed with her and have honed the ability to understand and communicate with her.

To my discomfort, almost as soon as I entered the room, they left to run a thirty-minute errand. So she and I were alone, with the challenge of conversation. I observed her worn and tattered Bible at her side, and family portraits scattered about the room. For a bit I conducted a monologue about family and church and God, and we had prayer. Then she wanted to write a note, so I handed her the markerboard. With her one good hand, slowly and painstakingly she printed the words with shaky block letters. The words mostly made sense, but resultant sentences were puzzling. She would look at me begging for understanding. I would try to guess her intent, but she would shake her head "no", erase a few words and complete another mixed-up sentence. I've not been good with Wheel Of Fortune, or charades, nor was I successful with her word puzzles. It was doubly frustrating, because I knew the lady had a bright mind. The best I could do was to hold her hand and smile.

I know very little about physiology or psychology, but I know the brain is a complex organ. And with this dear lady, somehow there is a disconnect between her thoughts and her words. I've read about neurons and synapses, and I know that complex proteins serve to facilitate connections. Because of a stroke, and the ravages of ALS, such connections are now haywire for my friend. She does not understand, or even is aware of what is happening. However, she is frustrated.

And I consider my teenage daughter, whose behavior has been quite mysterious, unpredictable, and unhealthy. For many years we attended counseling with her. And I remember a very bright and capable psychologist asking me to consider that K has a condition for which she may not be responsible. Both of our primary cousellors have talked about how our daughter views the world from a very different perspective; that her understanding of right, wrong, and resultant actions are determined by her thought processes. But I never bought into this idea of what I will now crudely describe as a "lack of brain health".

Now I think about this lady at the hospice. Her thinking was ernest. And she just knew she was writing something that was sensible, that expressed what she intended. I could see that she was communicating poorly. I knew the verbs, nouns, and adjectives were jumbled. She did not, and she was frustrated and hurt because of the lack of connection. And somewhere inside her head, the neurons and proteins and electrical impulses were not working as they should.

I think about my K. I know there is a wonderful person there. I love her and she loves me. She does crazy things that make so very little sense. And she makes decisions that burn her, time and again. I'm pretty sure she considers her behavior, even when it is obviously unwise, to be sensible.  She is very unhappy that life seems to treat her so unfairly.  And she is unhappy that I don't seem to understand or appreciate her.  I want to help her, and it seems I can't.

For so long I've been insistant that hers is a moral and spiritual problem. But....maybe not.

Maybe counselling, medication, maturity, and just plain survival will all work to bring her to a place in life much better than now.

Maybe I just need to be her dad.  Not blame her.  But, be her number one fan. 

I notice that Jesus was not in the habit of condemning, or further injuring those who were sick.  He loved them.