Month: November 2019

November 5 – Remember my faith

Remember my faith
maybe life not fair, equal
keeps things moving on

Recent events again push to the forefront of mind that life is not fair or equal on so many levels.

Money.

Opportunity.

Brains.

I have no answer.

I am not even sure of the question.

Why?

Why not me?

Why not them?

Why me?

Why not them?

In the book, Cold Sassy Tree, our Hero, Will Tweedy prays with his Grandpa while Grandma is dying.

Grandpa prays, (in a North Georgia dialect) “hep me remember my faith that Yore arrangement for livin’ and dyin’ is good. Hit ain’t fair or equal, Lord, but it keeps thangs movin’ on. Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”

Grandpa prays with quiet anguish and reverence, with the entirety of his heart.

“… hep me remember my faith.”

Whatever the question is or turns out to be, I cannot come up with a better answer.

“hep me remember my faith.”

” Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”

As a prayer, as a thought, ‘help me remember my Faith’, has become the mantra of my day, throughout my day.

It shore does keep thangs movin’ on.

November 4 – Monday misery

Monday misery,
Monday’s are miserable
because its Monday?

In the epic film, Office Space, Hero Peter Gibbons asks, “When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?”

Next door neighbor Lawrence responds, “I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.”

Are Monday’s bad because I enjoyed my weekend off so much?

Does time away from the office throw my work life into a clearer perspective that blurs through the repetition of the work week.

Am I just recovering from a weekend of excess? Excess sleep, drink, eat and lack or work worries?

Am I just plain miserable today and it happens to be Monday.

Toss it all into the blender, mix well, and pour myself of cup of woe.

If I didn’t feel sorry for myself, who would?

Attitude like that will get your ass kicked real soon.

Where is that prilosec?

November 2 – In a world gone nuts

In a world gone nuts
A Grand Daughter turns seven
Perspective, Hope, Love

On a cool November morning seven years ago, I drove to the hospital to meet Azaria Janae Hoffman for the first time.

Life has not been the same in some unexpected ways.

I cannot say that these feelings are unique to me, but maybe unique to Grand Parents.

But Grand Children really do put things in perspective.

Faith, Hope and Love.

The Book says the greatest of these is love.

That doesn’t mean to discount or diminish faith.

And hope?

When I held that baby girl in my arms and looked in her eyes for the first time, and when I sing, in the most awful way today, Happy Birthday to that same baby girl, I can have nothing but hope for the future.

November 1 – the eyes of your heart

the eyes of your heart
may open, see, know the hope
far above all rule

Inspired by Paul’s letter to the people of the city of Ephesus.

Paul writes, “I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come.” Ephesians 1 18-21 (NIV)