Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Great Escape


In the early morning dark I sneak from my bedroom with shoes in hand and slip out of the house to escape from the monotonous mundane minutiae of life.  I visit a place where I feel accepted and welcomed…a place where I am received and loved in spite of my shortcomings and failures.  The time there, when I’m not daydreaming or worrying about the day-to-day trivia, is blissful euphoria, tearful gratitude and an amazing awareness of a mystery that is totally beyond my grasp.

Thank you Lord, Jesus, for daily Mass
You are the One who saved my ass
Saved me from my twisted past
My heart can rest with You at last
Amen.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Pot Of Gold


Have you ever been trapped in a totally hopeless situation?  And you knew there was no way out…you knew you were domed…as you sank lower and lower you notice “Titanic” written on your ticket.     

Yes!  I’ve been there and done that.  What started out to be a nice walk in the park turned into a disaster.  I was looking for that proverbial pot of gold but I was sinking in a material world of secular quicksand…the harder I struggle the deeper I sunk.  The fun had turned into a fight…a fight I was loosing.  In a moment of desperation I called on the God that I had been hiding from for most of my life.  I made a conscious decision to try it his way.   After all I had tried everything else…after all what did I have to loose?   Basically it got down to giving up and giving in…giving in to the fact that I could not handle the problems that life threw at me…not by myself.   

In hindsight it all seems very clear…but at the time...not so much.  At the time there was no joy in my life. At the time all I knew I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Nothing changed yet everything changed.  All I did was change my attitude about God.  I discover that I could not change anything else or anybody else but I could change myself.

Slowly everything got better.  Slowly peace and joy trickled back into my life.
I now know there is a pot of gold waiting for me at the end of the rainbow.  I just need to stay on the right path and keep following that rainbow. 

This God stuff is a mystery, a paradox, an unbelievable, unexplainable concept…but it is the only thing that makes sense in this out of control, crazy world.

You don’t have to be a bad person to need God…even good people need God.
So I’m going to keep following Jesus, my rainbow, to my pot of gold, God.

Now that I am gray and old,
Thanks for getting me out of the cold.
Thanks for all that you have told.
Thanks for being my pot of gold.
Amen

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Crown Molding


Last night I started another project.  It seemed like a simple matter to installing a decorative molding around the top of the living room…a living room with a vaulted ceiling.  After all, how hard could that be?  Besides it would give me a chance to justify that expensive miter saw that just sits idle in my garage. 
Well, after going through a couple of thousand board feet of ornate crown molding I discovered the endless ways you could cut the wrong angle with amazing accuracy. 
It’s funny how simple thing can be so complicated and…complicated things be so simple, but such is life.  

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for simplifying life with a few simple rules. 
Thank you, YOU-Tube, for simplifying crown-molding installations with a few short videos.

When you’re down and you have no clue.
Do not frown, there’s always hope for you.
Don’t clown around, for it’s time you must review.
The rules profound, they’ll tell you what to do.

All life’s answers are in “The Book”.
But when putting molding in your nook,
To “YouTube” you must look.
Thank you, Lord, I’m so glad I took your hook.

Amen.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Chased Down


Many a year was spent,
Pursuing the wrong event.
Now I must lament,
It was to my detriment.

The change I underwent,
‘Twas never my intent.
Myself, I was hell-bent,
For a life of pleasurement.

But, wherever I left my scent,
That “Hound of Heaven” went.
For He just would not relent,
Chasing down this misguided gent.

All my time misspent,
Was nothing but torment.
I could not circumvent,
A sea of discontent.

With hell my consequent,
I knew I must repent.
So I gave Him my consent.
There was no argument.

Both my knees I bent,
And prayed a prayer I meant.
Thank you, God, for who you sent.
Dear Jesus, I'm in a predicament.

So I write this document,
In the hopes it will prevent,
The troubles I underwent,
For you, the many years I spent.

Amen.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Typos And Time Warps


I was watching some show on the History Channel…sort of a documentary that showed all the historical discrepancy and contradictions in the Bible.  So I had to ask myself how this affected my faith.  But I keep coming back to the same conclusion.  No matter how many inaccuracies in the translations from one language to another and then to another, no matter how many typos, time warps and mysterious happenings there is still this bright thread of truth that sews the supernatural to the natural and stitches together a small remnant of believers…and a believer is what I choose to be.

For me today’s Gospel readings confirmed just that.

Mark 4:1-20
On another occasion, Jesus began to teach by the sea.
A very large crowd gathered around him
so that he got into a boat on the sea and sat down.
And the whole crowd was beside the sea on land.
And he taught them at length in parables,
and in the course of his instruction he said to them,
“Hear this! A sower went out to sow.
And as he sowed, some seed fell on the path,
and the birds came and ate it up.
Other seed fell on rocky ground where it had little soil.
It sprang up at once because the soil was not deep.
And when the sun rose, it was scorched and it withered for lack of roots.
Some seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it
and it produced no grain.
And some seed fell on rich soil and produced fruit.
It came up and grew and yielded thirty, sixty, and a hundredfold.”
He added, “Whoever has ears to hear ought to hear.”

And when he was alone,
those present along with the Twelve
questioned him about the parables.
He answered them,
“The mystery of the Kingdom of God has been granted to you.
But to those outside everything comes in parables, so that
they may look and see but not perceive,
and hear and listen but not understand,
in order that they may not be converted and be forgiven.”

Jesus said to them, “Do you not understand this parable?
Then how will you understand any of the parables?
The sower sows the word.
These are the ones on the path where the word is sown.
As soon as they hear, Satan comes at once
and takes away the word sown in them.
And these are the ones sown on rocky ground who,
when they hear the word, receive it at once with joy.
But they have no roots; they last only for a time.
Then when tribulation or persecution comes because of the word,
they quickly fall away.
Those sown among thorns are another sort.
They are the people who hear the word,
but worldly anxiety, the lure of riches,
and the craving for other things intrude and choke the word,
and it bears no fruit.
But those sown on rich soil are the ones who hear the word and accept it
and bear fruit thirty and sixty and a hundredfold.”

Monday, January 27, 2014

Explaining The Unexplainable


I can identify with this mornings comment from Fr. Pat about the difficulty of explaining the unexplainable…and the fact that the struggle is exacerbated by the explainee not wanting to listen to the explainor.
I cannot explain why I believe what I believe, I cannot explain why I feel the way I feel.  There is no formula, no equation that reduces the concept to simple math, no proof positive, no litmus paper test that proves what I believe to be true.
I have not always felt the way I feel, nor have I believed what I believe. 
Only through a long and sometime painful process have I arrived at this place that what I believe is the truth, that it is the real deal.  “The way, the truth and the life” as someone put it.
This place is a place of comfort, peace and joy…a place where I know that everything is going to be OK, in spite of what the World News tells me.  A place where there is real love, where I am accepted for who I am, just the way I am, with all my imperfections. 
The short version of my life story is that I tried all the other ways…nothing else worked.
Therefore, through the scientific process of elimination, I have come to this empirical conclusion: Jesus Christ is the answer, my final answer.


What’s the point of being a maverick
If you will heed this lame ole limerick.
There is no reason to be so glib
For this is not a surly squib.

The Lord has given you a gift
There is no reason for you to drift
He has a plan to set you free
He did it just for you and me.

Now’s the time to invited Him in
Now and forever He’ll be your friend
Thank you, Jesus, you’re the best
Help me Lord to pass the test.

Amen.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Saul Takes A Dump

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1 Samuel 24:3-21.

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Sunday, January 19, 2014

A Wedding Toast


 To Jamie and Norman on the occasion of their wedding.

Amazing women have amazing daughters.

Nearly 50 years ago I married the daughter of a most amazing woman.
Norman, today you married the daughter of a most remarkable woman. 

My prayer is…
That both of you have a remarkable, incredible and amazing life together
And that you may be as blessed as I.

So…I toast you…
You…and all the amazing women
That make our lives worth living…

worth living…
in good times and bad;
For better or worse,
in sickness and in health,
for ever and ever.  Amen.

Jamie's Wedding Day


To Miss Jamie

My baby girl gets married today
And there’s so much I want to say
But foolish words do not convey
The feeling I have hidden away.

You, My dear, no longer a child
Gives me pause and makes me smile.
No longer seen as a little tike,
Playing with toys and riding a bike.

Grown in ways I can’t explain
Grown in knowledge, toil and pain
Here you are in satin and lace
Promising love to your man’s face.

May God bless the vows you make.
Solemn vows you’ll never break.
As you know, there’s much at stake
Before we eat the wedding cake.

Here’s the key that sets you free.
Keep God in your life to eliminate the strife
And be blessed with joy, peace and love
Thanks to our Lord Jesus, up above.

Amen

Friday, December 20, 2013

Sad Or Glad?


It was a difficult day. In a few hours I will have my thirty prices of silver for betraying the one I love, my fifteen year old…the one to whom I had given birth…she was the one I created…the object of my affection.  Maybe not birthed from my loins but I certainly worked my ass off bring her into this world. 
My limp and lifeless body moaned a remorseful dirge.  I felt like crying but at the age of seventy I knew I was no longer a child so I just crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head.
Fifteen years ago I took her up for her maiden voyage.  It has been fifteen years of adventures…fifteen years of flying to far away places…places north of the Arctic Circle…places only reached by birds…and…places beyond.  John Gillespie Magee, Jr. captures my feelings best in his poem “High Flight.”

“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”

But I must accept the reality of my age, the shortcomings of my abilities and most importantly I must admit that my passion for flying has waned.  It is time to let her go to a new home.  It is time wipe my eyes and say farewell to the one who challenged my skills, my emotions and my checkbook.

Farewell  November Niner Eight Kilo Papa