Saturday, December 27, 2008

Sometimes it feels like we're half-awake in a fake empire.

http://www.cnbc.com/id/28197281

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,460424,00.html

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/blagojevich_corruption_probe

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2008/12/25/state/n043824S10.DTL&type=newsbayarea

Oh brother, what a mess we can be and make at times. We sometimes need a deadly dose of ourselves just to wake up. Please put aside the rather blatant politics of the video backdrop to the following song, and let the more disturbing truth of it sink in. We are part of a culture and a heritage that can occasionally lose its grip on itself from the overwhelmingly deafening, mind-numbing messages of chaos, darkness, greed, hate, and just plain obliviousness that we can hear and read about and see played out every day in a torrent of detritus (oooh, how I love that word). However, we have the opportunity to choose at any time to stop, stand firm, hold the light, and remember the rock on which we are living.

Fake Empire, by The National,
on their 2007 album, "Boxer"

Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something
in our lemonade and take it with us

we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders

we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out
everything at once

It’s hard to keep track of you
falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKWKRMxXB0M&feature=related

Going into the New Year, here's wishing you an attitude of appreciation, awakeness, awareness, awestruckness, and the clarity of choices they bring, as well as the clearheadedness, consciousness, discipline, integrity, sobriety, and honest straightforwardness in making the right ones, at least more often than not. Here's to us restoring the good news!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Love makes the world go round.

"What truly transforms us must also alter our daily lives and every practice, our normal, everyday way of living, and that is the only true 'actualizing out love,' because it becomes part of our very essence and we live it out in our daily lives. Transformation and actualization work only in the unfolding of time, in the accretion of understanding and experience, that is by making love a very practical and required part of our everyday lives. The process is usually so slow that we often become very impatient and wish to use other tactics to bring about more immediate results. Agape, universal love in action, can actualize very effective, very powerful results when applied in faith over prolonged periods, but it is never a 'task' for a quick or momentary 'fix' of any situation. It does not perform on command according to a defined set of rules. How often I've heard the ethic of love rejected as some silly, naïve notion to be reserved for the apocalypse. Agape often fails, but it is not because it cannot work. Love can be and often is a tremendous force for achievement in human lives. Such love is never passive or bland. Love may not be the dictum that makes the world go round, but those embarked in significant acts of love are those who make sure that reverence for life is made manifest on this earth by the way they live and love. Those who practice pragmatic love are prone not to preach it very much. They let their example be their most important testament, and they leave the rest up to God."

-- Rev. Peter Raible, in a sermon entitled, "Does Love Really Make The World Go Round?"

I woke up on Christmas morning to a note on my computer screen to see a document that Anne had created for me. It was a love letter, very characteristically (of Anne) using music to express her deep appreciation and love for me and for our family. I read the letter, read the lyrics of the 10 songs included, and then very quietly listened to the playlist and cried. My favorite of the songs, which I've shared with you before and want to share again here and now, is "One More Time," by The Pretenders (and Chrissie Hynde powerful voice kills me on this song, as she belts it out with such intensity and passion), which describes a very trustworthy, rock solid, reliable, and the most "practical" kind of love there is - the unconditional kind that is designed for the long haul, which is my heart's desire and personal goal, and the thought that Anne can see it as a reality moves me beyond words:

One More Time
The Pretenders
(A full-out expression of my inner struggles and my gratitude for your love.)

YOU BELIEVED IN ME
WHEN YOU HAD NOTHING TO GAIN
YOU STOOD BY ME
YOU WALKED OUT IN THE FALLING RAIN
TO FIND ME
WAITING IN THE SHADOWS BEHIND ME

BABY PLEASE
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME
DO IT ONE MORE TIME
DO IT ONE MORE TIME
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME

YOU STAYED
WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD
WHEN I WAS DELAYED
YOU UNDERSTOOD
I'VE DONE SOME LOW DOWN THINGS ALRIGHT
BUT YOU SAID I WAS GOOD
I COULDN'T FORGIVE MYSELF
BUT YOU COULD

WON'T YOU PLEASE
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME
DO IT ONE MORE TIME
DO IT ONE MORE TIME
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME

I KNOW I'VE MADE YOU PROMISES
THEN I FORGET
I'VE LET YOU DOWN DARLING
I'M FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT
IN MY DARKEST HOUR I'VE TURNED YOU OUT
BUT WHEN THE MOOD HAS PASSED
YOU CAME BACK IN SPITE OF ME
SAYING "THIS LOVE, THIS LOVE WAS MEANT TO LAST"

OH BABY
WON'T YOU PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME
DO IT ONE MORE TIME WITH FEELING

OH BABY
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME
ONE MORE TIME
PLEASE
WON'T YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME
WITH FEELING

(If you want to get a brief listen to the power of this song and this amazing voice, just a sample, click on:
http://www.soundunwound.com/sp/release/view/Viva+El+Amor?releaseId=599128&ref=HR,
go down to the tracks and click on the arrow pointing right for track 8: "One More Time")

Wow, that song does me in, and then I asked Jake later in the day how he was liking his Christmas. He said it was his best ever. I asked him why he thought so. He said because he loves his family and how well we work together as a team. What a loving tribute to all of our hard work - to learn how to love, how to live together, how to play together, and how to "work together as a team" as he says, how to put love into action in the most practical sense that can serve a lifetime. We certainly have a long way to go, but it's a blast and an amazing journey so far. We are being disciplined together, taught together, trained together, and blessed and served together, and what a hoot it is! Happy Day After, all!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The temptations of power and wealth

I know, I know, I'm going to lose half or more of you because it's toooooo loooooong. I get it, already. :-) But maybe you have a little extra time and patience during your holiday to take a relaxed read and a walk down my memory lane. If not, no biggie, I still love you and feel your love for me. Have a great day, everybody! This is my practice, requiring my discipline, not yours, so no worries, whether you read or not. My therapist, Joan, just gave me a wonderful book as a gift, honoring my Philadelphia roots (it's called Walking Broad, by Bruce Buschel). It inspired me to go there and visit today.

For those of you who are living in the "stratosphere" of human existence (in other words, the equivalent of the U.S. upper and upper-middle class, or in approximately the top 5% of the world's population as it relates to family income, and this would tranlate roughly to a couple/three hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars per year) or who are striving for upward mobility into this elite strata, please consider this important warning in a quiet moment of honest reflection:

"One of the worst temptations of upper-middle class life as a way of life is to create sharp edges of our moral sensitivities that allows a comfortable and convenient confusion about sin and virtue. The difference between the rich and the poor is not that the rich sin more than the poor, or even that the rich sin in a way that is more damaging to more people than the sins of the poor (even if that's true, like in the recent and tragically widespread Madoff debacle). No, it is that the rich find it easier (and have plenty of peer and societal reinforcement) to call often rather blatant sin, virtue (and the nature of their sinfulness is often not fully discovered until it erupts into obscene blatancy and way beyond). When the poor sin, they can't help but call and have it called sin; it is usually unavoidable and undeniable (and it's so often rammed down their throats and up other places by those with power and wealth). And when they see holiness, they are free to identify it as such. This intuitive clarity and openness is often absent in the powerful and wealthy, and that absence easily leads to the atrophy of the moral sense. ... What makes the temptation of power and wealth so seemingly irresistible? Maybe it is that power and wealth often offer easy substitutes for the hard tasks of living and loving in real life. It seems much easier to 'be' God than to truly 'love' God, easier to control and manipulate other people than to genuinely love them, easier to manage and 'possess' life than to honor and respect it."

-- Henri Nouwen, in In the Name of Jesus

I came into this world and spent the first 6 years of my life in a multi-ethnic (mostly Irish, German, and Polish), poor, working-class community that sits slightly northeast of center-city Philadelphia called "Fishtown." We lived in a small, cramped row home, had very little in the way of luxuries or niceties. My parents lived simply and kept their noses clean. Yes, we were simple, obedient folk in a poor neighborhood in a monotonous existence. And it was almost dangerous to try to be anything otherwise there (especially sneakily or illegally) during the days of Frank Rizzo, as he was rising through the ranks of the Police Department to become its Commissioner in 1967 (by then, as an eager, odedient, striving 13-year-old, I lived in a slightly nicer neighborhood called "Mayfair," in a slightly nicer row home), and then its mayor in 1972 (the year I was off to college). Quite the character he was, and oh what a reputation! But anyway, life for me looked pretty much like this as a little kid - playing on sidewalks, "stoops," and between parked cars, trying not to get hurt or killed (sorry, no photos here)

Life was pretty simple most of the time, and yet it could be really dangerous from time to time, as emotional and physical violence would occasionally and unpredictably break out either inside (usually from my Dad's frustration boiling over) or outside (usually from neighbors and wandering "undesirables" losing their cool) our home. But none of the monstrous mayhem I witnessed as a child (mostly physical, often including body parts coming detached from someone or other in a fight) ever came close to the destructiveness of the polite, quiet, sneaky, subtle shenanigans I have either pulled or seen pulled during my climb up the social ladder to the "land of milk and honey" - to the world of exclusive living, playing, and busily "succeeding." In the streets, everyone knew who was being wrong when they were being wrong, and they would get caught rather quickly and treated rather harshly, either by the police, or sometimes even worse, by the neighbors. In the bedrooms and boardrooms of my rise to the pinnacle of social standing, no one knew who was being right or wrong, and the wrong often "looked" so right, and they were rarely if ever caught in their wrongness until it was way too late, and they acted and were treated like heroes and saints until the embarrasment was just too great to bear any longer.

I have come to remember and now fully acknowledge - after experiencing both poverty (as a young child) and excess (as an ego-driven young adult) - that humbler, simpler, and smaller is far better, and yes (and I say this from experience as well), actually better for everyone. There is nothing more soul-killing than being knowingly or unknowlingly "full of crap," compromising yourself completely, while actually getting "rewarded" for it by peers and society. If you want to see a great (and even mostly true) character study on the subject, check out one of my favorite movies of all time, "Quiz Show" (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110932/), which came out in 1994, coincidentally (yea, right) at about the same time that I was both grabbing the brass ring of my life and coming apart at the seams. Success, or should I say the rabid pursuit of its imposters - fame, power, and wealth - sure has a funny way of destroying everything in its path, and it sure is hard to live down (which, by the way, is the only way to live, as was so powerfully shown to us by Jesus). Here's to living down, to the level of your highest awareness!

"What?!!!," you might ask. What was that again? Well, it goes something like this. The key to life is NOT to make or have more and more money and/or power; it is to gain more and more awareness of the movement of God's hand (and His power) in and through your life and your relationships, as well as the character that naturally gets cultivated by Him in this awarness, so that you might move along with it and Him in synchronized co-creativity and perfect harmony. More money and power is not an inherently bad thing; it simply tends to "block" awareness, as the world tries to make a god out of you, and an immature part of you would love to go along for the ride. Less money and/or power is not inherently good (just as abject poverty and powerlessness is certainly not a blessed state), because we must have just enough of what we need to maximize awareness (and, ironically, sometimes it is just enough "lack").

See clearly, however, that it is the awareness, not the money or power, that we really need to truly live. Just as I was preparing this message two really interesting things happened: 1) I got another extra shot of money (a significant hit, which, under my current circumstances was way cool) from someone who I love dearly, and 2) I received the following from my buddy Lloyd (which is equally cool in its total synchronicity), which I edited oh so slightly to serve the purpose of this message. Enjoy!

TODAY'S REAL AMERICAN DREAM
By Lloyd J. Thomas, Ph.D.

Eighty years ago, the Great American Dream was to work hard, get a good education, prepare yourself to take advantage of the tremendous opportunities available in America, become financially successful, and leave what you created to your children so they would be better off than you were.

Fifty years ago (about 1958, which was exactly the time of my young Fishtown boyhood described above), the Great American Dream hadevolved into: living in a house in the suburbs, having two cars and two-point-three children, working forty hours per week or less, havinga salary which steadily increased regardless of your performance, acquiring more paid-vacation days, spending all of your money and more on consumer goods, increasing your debt load by borrowing more than you earned and waiting to retire on Social Security.

Today, I suspect that a warped version of the Great American Dream is to hit the jackpot, win the lottery, or at least to be given enough money after high school or college to maintain the lifestyle given to youby your parents. Given the current economy however, today's American Dream is much more than a desire to "get rich quick," but a wondering how one will survive, not in real terms, but relative to thedreams of the past. Our unemployment rate is high. The number of homeless Americans is higher than ever. People are having to make decisions between food and medicine. Food banks are empty...even after this "season of giving." The "dream" is to be lucky enough to win: the Lottery, Lotto, Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes; at Atlantic City or Las Vegas; the Irish Sweepstakes; at robbing others legally or illegally; or waiting long enough to access to your "rightful inheritance."

Children dream these days of becoming a sports super-hero, a film or music star, or a lucky gambler, not by working hard at their own character or skill development, but by being in the right place at the right time, and "discovered" by a person, parent, or business with unlimited money, who will give it to them merely because they want or need it. After all, they are "entitled." Conspicuous by its absence within the current American Dream, are the elements of "good character," "hard work," "self-discipline," "self-responsibility," and the emotional and spiritual fitness that comes only with regular practice.

Someone once said, "Luck is that spot where opportunity meets preparedness." If you are not personally prepared, when the opportunity arrives, you will not be able to grasp it. For seven years, Jeff Hostettler was the back-up quarterback for the New York Giants. For seven years, he prepared, practiced and sacrificed, as if he were the starting quarterback. For seven years, he never threw a pass that had any influence on the outcome of a football game. For seven years, he was self-disciplined enough to keep himself ready to perform. Then, one day, Phil Simms, the starting quarterback, was injured. Hostettler's opportunity had arrived. Was he prepared to take advantage of it? Had what he had prepared himself for, from seven years of hope and determination, finally occurred? You bet! Was it luck that made his dream come true? Not at all! It was when the opportunity met his preparedness. And his hope, dreams and good character had sustained him for seven long years.

In all of life, there are sequential phases of growth or development. If you don't complete the first phase, you cannot acquire the second, third, or fourth. This fundamental law of evolutionary process appliesto physical things, learning, personal and interpersonal growth. And there are no shortcuts. Like the activity necessary to reap a harvest of corn, one has to follow a certain sequence of activities. First you prepare the ground, plant the seed, fertilize and water. Only after you have engaged in these behaviors can you expect to have the harvest.

Motivational speaker, Zig Ziglar, writes, "You have to 'be' before you can truly 'do.' And you have to 'do' before you can truly 'have'." Long-term success in any endeavor, whether it be personal, interpersonal, organizational, business, or sport, is determined by the process which preceded it. You need to become the person you dream of. Then you need to practice doing those activities which necessarily precede your dream. Then and only then, will you have your dream come true.

Dreams are wonderful, and necessary to have. But it is only after you engage in certain sequential activities, like regular practice, character development, hard work, self-discipline, focused learning, and responsibility, can you hope to reap the harvest of your dreams fulfilled. No one nor nothing will hand you your success. Only you can engage in the necessary process to attain your own version ofthe American Dream (or maybe an even more meaningful one thanthat. To paraphrase a current slogan, "Just become it. Then, just do it. Then, you can have it."

So, in my own words, "Become more aware of Him, whatever that takes (even if it does temporarily take you personally 'inflating' - consuming like the caterpillar - 'succeeding in worldly ways way beyond what is needed' until you 'crash into awareness,' exploding into your 'butterfly state,' the 'transcendence of self'), then do what awareness would dictate (shedding all hesitation and resistance), then (and only then) you can have the peace that passes all understanding, as you spread your wings and take flight."

Monday, December 22, 2008

Searching for meaning vs. the next upgrade of your addiction

It might be a little late for this for this year's shopping season, but it's never too late to wake up to true meaning. Please read this article carefully, all the way to the end. Here's to a truly meaningful Christmas season:

http://www.suntimes.com/news/otherviews/1337804,CST-EDT-anna18.article

And in case you just don't feel like it, here's a standalone (and very meaningful) excerpt - the last two paragraphs:

"Here I go, stating the obvious: stuff does not bring salvation. But if it's so obvious, how come for so long people have not realized it? The happiest families I know aren't the ones with the most square footage or the most stuff, living in one of those cavernous houses with enough garage space to start a homeless shelter. (Now, there's a holiday suggestion right there.) And of course they are not people who are desperate lacking the basics of life, either. Just because conspicuous consumption is bankrupt doesn't mean that real poverty is ennobling.

But somewhere in between there is a family like one I know in rural Pennsylvania, raising bees for honey (and for the science, and the fun, of it), digging a pond out of the downhill flow of the stream, with three kids who somehow, incredibly, don't spend six months of the year whining for the next toy du jour. (The youngest once demurred when someone offered him another box on his birthday; 'I already have a present, thank you,' he said.) The mother of the household says having less means her family appreciates things more. 'I can give you a story about every item, really,' she says of what they own. In other words, what they have has meaning and real value. And meaning, real meaning, is what we are always trying to acquire, possess, and secure. But ask people what they'd grab if their house were on fire, the way our national house is on fire right now, and no one would ever say it's the tricked-up microwave or some other new (and so often unnecessary) gadget or gizmo they got at Wal-Mart."

-- Anna Quindlen, in her most recent (12/18/08) Newsweek article, "Stuff Isn't What Dreams Are Made Of"

There is so much more to life than what polite society deems desirable if not necessary. In fact, what our polite American society deems desirable and necessary often kills the soul. And if you want some musical accompaniment with that thought, try this awesome song, "Society," by Eddie Vedder, from the soundtrack of the movie, "Into The Wild:"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy6iwP9Ux3A

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Indescribable thankfulness!

"Remember this always: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work." -- II Corinthians 9:6-8 (NIV)

“Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!” -- II Corinthians 9:15 (NIV)

I WANT TO SCREAM THIS OUT, I AM SO MIND-BLOWINGLY THANKFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I came into December in more personal and financial terror than I had experienced in recent memory (maybe since 2002) - feeling very alone, empty, forgotten, scared, tired, unimportant, used up, and pretty darn worthless, absolutely dreading January, when, after a sparse Christmastime and not being able to afford to travel to see family, I was absolutely certain I would not be able to pay my house tax bill, either, for the first time ever, and I really didn't know what to do. It was a scary low point of this 11-year adventure, accompanied by a sickening sense of abandonment and bewilderment, and yet I cheerfully and faithfully gave everything I have (sowing my little brains out) in the form of my heart, my hope, my insight, my love, my passion, my stories, and my clear vision, all for which I'm very thankful and so happy and thrilled to give. And early in the month, in the midst of giving it all out, I remembered that all there was to do in times of trouble was to cry out my anguish and ask for a little help, from Him and you, in the form of three things: encouragement, financial support, and deeper understanding. There are no words for what has happened over these last three weeks. I have been quite literally overwhelmed by God's hand and your generosity, after having never felt more nakedly reliant, and how perfect is that! Faith can only deliver at times like this. Well, I can breathe now, and for a little while, and that's enough, having experienced a miracle, and "May I please have another one, Sir!" I love You and am so amazed at how You love me. For those of you who participated, who listened to me and then to Him, and who gave of yourself, either through your kind words, or your money, or your bold intentionality, or your loving affirmation, I cannot thank you enough. Thank you for everything - especially for the adventure and privilege of living like this. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Although I don't like to keep testing Him, and dare not intentionally, He has gladly proven Himself time and time again, reinforcing my belief in these encouraging, inspiring, liberating, and perfect powerhouse words from Jesus in Mathew 6:

19-21"Don't hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile your treasure in heaven, where it's safe from moth and rust and burglars. It's obvious, isn't it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.

22-23"Your eyes are windows into your body. If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light. If you live squinty-eyed in greed and fear and distrust, your body is a dank cellar. If you pull the blinds on your windows, what a dark life you will have!

24"You can't worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. You can't worship God and Money both.

25-26"If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion (this makes me smile - you should see my closet). There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.

27-29"Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.

30-33"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God's giving. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don't worry about missing out, ever. You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.

34"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen for you tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes."

-- Matthew 6:19-34 (The Message)


Amen, and He has, and He has, and He has, again and again, time and time again, in ways unmistakably, undeniably Him, and I believe Him. We are so clearly "co-creators" of my human life experience. I do what He asks, remembering who He is and who I am, and He provides what I need, always and in all ways. And, in the process, I get to truly know Him, the biggest reward of all, the only thing I ever really needed!

Going into the Christmas week, I am stunned and in awe. I have experienced some crazy things in life, but nothing like this. As He's told me time and time again, when I experience something radically new like this, all there is to do is to savor and share it.