Archive for September, 2006

Greed for the Poor.

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

I have been suffering a bit of writers block lately. But today I have something to say. It isn’t about politics but it does shape my political beliefs. It is about principles and character. It is about happiness and misery. It is about basic human rights and the devil’s schemes to deny those rights.

Echo and I had a several conversations about a troubled soul we know. This person is just plain eat up with discontent. She is especially troubled by envy. It is painful to watch. I have never been able to handle seeing somebody make themselves miserable. But, it happens all the time.

Envy is greed for the poor. It is a special sort of covetousness with a big sense of entitlement attached. The worst thing is that it makes wrong seem right. Envy changes good folks into indignant jealous malcontents.

I believe that all things come to me by the providence of God. Some of them come by toil and some of them come easy. The truth is that I am not entitled to anything but some time to live and a place to die. All the rest is proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy.

Some folks have things that I don’t. That doesn’t make them any better or worse than me. Some folks earned their things the hard way. Some folks are born with silver spoons in their mouths. These facts have nothing to do with their character or their worth.

But the envious soul doesn’t care about worth. He is convinced that folks who have are evil and folks who have not are good. He looks at life in terms of what is fair. Fair is for football. Fair doesn’t enter into adult life very often.

It is difficult to give advice to a troubled soul. Their very troubles cause them to turn a deaf ear. The best one can do is to be prepared for that teachable moment when attention is actually offered.

I am prepared to say, “Count your blessings. Then you can’t help but be convinced that God loves you and wants you to be happy.”

A Deeper Appreciation

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

Tiger was finished with his shower.  I pulled out a couple of Q-Tips to swab his ears.  He turned his head and used one of his few words, “NOoooo.”

I thought, “Okay this is an opportunity.”  So, I handed him the Q-Tip.  He put it in his ear and pulled out a nasty mess.  He took a look at it.  Then the look of utter and total disgust overcame him.  He threw away the nasty thing and quickly turned his head for me to finish the job.

Well, I guess he won’t be taking a major step toward independence today.  But this moment is priceless.  I wish I would have captured that look on his face.  But I don’t typically have the camera ready during these private moments.

Aint it funny how we can develop a whole new appreciation for good old Dad and the things he does?  My father has done more for me than I will ever know.  And I know plenty.  Just imagine how this applies to our Heavenly Father?   Every now and then we look at our own mess and develop a whole new appreciation for Him and His works.

Robert Hayden is far from being my favorite poet.  I do however connect with him on many levels.  He was adopted and appreciated it just like me.  He did not have as happy of an upbringing as I did and it shows in this poem.  I think we can all identify with overwhelming sense of respect it conveys.

“Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

Starting Out

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

We walked up just as they were getting started. I could immediately see that he was the only one in pads. I had him drop his helmet and shoulder pads and run out to join the drill. Leaving his other pads on was only a good thing. He needs to get used to running in them.

Many of the boys did not receive any pads yet. So it was a not a suit up practice. I didn’t get that memo.

Seeing these boys and their lack of skills tickled me. It reminds me that we all have to start somewhere. I’ll be even more tickled when their skills start developing. And they will.

It is amazing what happens due to sheer desire. It is amazing how athletics can be a conduit for that.

When I was a teen, I gave karate lessons to children. I recall certain children who came in dirty clumsy and down in the mouth. It didn’t take much to build their self respect. I think self respect is the natural order of things and bad things get in the way.

There is no doubt in my mind that my boy will come away from this experience with a little more pep in his step. I want him to succeed in these small things so he can handle the big things.

I also think it will be a lot of fun for both of us.

Casa de ?????????

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

Quite a few of you figured out that we are buying a house. This is soon to be our little slice of Texas.

We are full of great intentions at this time. I have laid out a landscaping plan. We have been scheming about the children’s rooms and new floors.

One thing we have not been able to do is figure out a name for the place. I was hoping y’all could help with that. Bloggers are by nature creative people.

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Sunday, September 24th, 2006

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Mile Post

Thursday, September 21st, 2006

Echo and I are coming up on a major mile post. I don’t want to get into details right now. Please pray for our wisdom and prosperity.

I should write for Willie.

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006

On the dope again
Just can’t wait to get on the dope again.
The life I love is smokin’ doobies with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the dope again
On the dope again
Goin’ places I should have never been
Seein’ visions that I may never see again,
And I can’t wait to get on the dope again.

On the dope again
Like a band of gypsies we pass the messerole
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep growin’ Unotque
Unotque

On the dope again
Just can’t wait to get on the dope again
The life I love is smokin’ ganga with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the dope again
On the road again
We pass the bong as we go down the highway
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world keeps tokin’ our way
And our way
Is smokin’ dope again

Just can’t wait to get on the dope again
The life I love is smokin’ doobies with my friends

And I can’t wait to get on the dope again

And I can’t wait to get on the dope again