Why Are We Here? Right here?

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I don’t mean in the existential sense, I mean here, right here; look down at your feet. Have you ever wondered what kind of bad luck, Karma or whatever, it takes to be struck by lightning or hit on the head by a falling branch?

You’ve tempted fate, driven recklessly, flown in storms and maybe even poked a screwdriver into an electrical socket and still, somehow, you’ve survived.

Yet one day, you’re in a park full of trees and people, and somehow, in all this randomness, lighting strikes the exact spot where you’re standing.

So, why were you at that exact spot, at that exact second on that very day?

Because you were supposed to be.

Somewhere in your distant past, somebody connected to you, moved; maybe an inch, maybe a thousand miles and inevitably, a path was formed.

That somebody had a somebody, who, uncertain of their future, looked down at their feet and back from whence they came and took a step, extending the ancient path

Each time we interact with someone or something, we adjust our direction, but always continuing on the path that preceded us.

From what may appear to be chaos, comes order. If one could stand back far enough and see their ancient path from its beginning to the present day, tomorrow’s direction would become quite clear.

You were struck by lightning because your path in life began thousands of years ago and the place that you were standing, at that very minute, on that very day, was exactly the place where you were supposed to be.

Neither you nor the lightning is random.

M. S. McCown
2019

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Thought: It’s time for the sheep to get the flock away from the shepherd.

This picture has been all over social media…

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My thoughts:

Why, of course I can pray
that his burden goes away,
but, why ruin such a well scripted act.
For if in God he believes, then God it must be
who’ll grant relief to his poor aching back.

The issue, you see, lies in what he believes,
as he’ll insist it’s a spiritual fact,
that a preacher is cursed, by the burden of his church, to live with a hunched over back.

The answer, I believe, is quite simple you see;
teach your flock to stop tithing in cash.
Most pastors today, wish the plates just go away, as the weight puts a strain on their backs.

At the end of the mass, when they’re counting the cash and chasing coins that keep rolling away, into bags its all placed and then dragged to a space where no auditor is likely to stray.

It’s because of this weight, those heavy bags and that strain, that his back aches forever in pain.
Dragging bags of the money and bending over quite funny, is why a preacher still stoops to this day.

He needs to embrace, this new modern age,
using credit cards, checks and EZ-pay.
For the sheep of today, won’t even think to complain, when you ask for their accounts in God’s name.

No more plates, no more weight, no more dragging, no more strain, no more pictures of you, stooped over in pain.

Soon you’ll stand straight, before St. Peter’s  Pearly Gates and we’ll see if that money gets you in.
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Even with the best of intentions…

Recently, I was helping a couple prepare their new 5th wheel trailer for a long drive home.

Earlier in the day, somehow, my having Parkinson’s disease came up and I, as usual, quickly steered the conversation elsewhere and we moved on.

When it came time to leave, he politely reached out his hand and asked if I would pray with him. He said that he was concerned about my “eternal future,” asked me if I had been “saved” and then handed me a Christian flyer.  I was speechless; he had blindsided me and my brain shut down leaving me without my usual list of excuses to escape.

He then began to pray and asked God, essentially, to cure me of Parkinson’s disease. He then covered the usual prayer essentials and said amen. During the prayer, my brain had a chance to reboot and after “Gotta go; dog died, house is on fire, daughter’s in jail, whatever,” I beat a path to my car.

People rarely, if ever, surprise me but, apparently, this gentleman was a Ninja Evangelist.

Now to be fair, he was kind, genuine and respectful. But, he said the “p” word and what’s even worse, he asked God to cure me.  That’s what bothers me the most. My Parkinson’s doesn’t belong to him, God or anyone else; it’s mine; everyday, all day. Oddly, I felt offended that he was trying to take it away so casually.

I’ve spent the last five-ish years trying to make peace with both myself and this disease. Each morning, as we stare at each other across life’s chess board, I still foolishly cling to the notion that I can actually beat this through sheer will and perseverance alone; new day, new opportunity, I guess. Fortunately, it’s progression has been slow, for now, and I’ve been able to adjust. At this point, I think of it as dying by Zamboni.

The truth is, I own this disease or vise-versa, depending on the day. I blame no one for it, including God. We all have our battles in life, and this, hopefully, will be the only disease that I ever have to fight, but who knows, life can be terribly cruel sometimes.

But, for now, this is my battle, my disease and my life. I’ve invested an enormous amount of time and emotional energy into living with it and if I’m ever to be “cured,” it won’t be because of a few presumptive words and a firm handshake. The world just doesn’t work that way.

 

 

…and then you take a left at the Constitution…

With a highly visible media push, we are seeing a plethora of “new ideas” gaining traction or at least, the illusion of such. They range from reparations, the elimination of the electoral college and how embracing socialism can, amazingly, be considered a virtuous act.

There is even talk of lowering the voting age to 16. The speaker of the house suggested that America’s youth should be allowed to engage in the process earlier, which patently sounds honorable. Latently, however, the motive is obvious; America’s youth tend to vote Democrat. How the speaker of the house presented this with a straight face…

100 years from now, we won’t even recognize the place. Whether it will be good or bad, depends on the way today’s children raise their children and so on. The future should be fine. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?