Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I'm With Karen: Why I Don't Really Care About This Election, Either

Did you hear? There's an election in November!

Okay, I'll leave the corny jokes alone. Seriously, though, I've had more than I can take of "up to the nanosecond political coverage". With the way NBC, CNN, FOX News and the others are going on and on, you'd think Election 2012 will be the very last one ever. Maybe those Mayans were on to something.

Last week I read Karen Spears Zacharias's "This presidential election: Why I don't care" and yelled a "Amen"! Okay, I didn't yell it, just thought it, but I agreed nevertheless:

"...I am convinced that who I vote into the office of president no longer matters.

The President of the United States is as much a figurehead as the Queen Mother, albeit she’s much more likeable in many ways. (Perhaps we ought to consider electing Betty White?)

Sure, the role of president isn’t determined by something as arbitrary as a blood line. Our candidates buy and leverage their way into our nation’s most powerful position.

I’m pretty sure that’s not the sort of democracy the First Congress had in mind when they proposed the First Amendment, but it’s where we are now. In their day it was considered reprehensible to even campaign for office.

This ability to blow the lid on campaign finance — to pimp out the office of presidency to the highest John — this is what we call progress?

No thank you.

I don’t care if Barack Obama — the man of big hopes and little change — wins. Or if Mitt Romney — the man of unlimited resources and limited vision — wins.

It won’t matter."

I posted it on Facebook and got a string of comments. Some agreed. others, not so much. No matter, Karen captures much of my feelings.

The thing is, I DO care. I just don't see much point in doing so. I know according to many of my fellow Christians, I should, no, I MUST! This is the election to reclaim America for God, to stop the evil spread of... evil.

I'm also aware that many of my friends, staunchly progressive, who lean left better than Michael Jackson leaned forward in "Smooth Criminal", believe this is the election, too. To show that all should be allowed to get hitched, get insurance-covered contraceptives, or simply, to finally get to the mountaintop like MLK said.

I never fit neatly into ideological boxes. I'm a middle child, like the middle ground, and fall pretty much in the middle of every political quiz I've ever taken.

Yet, when it comes to "Obama versus Romney: The Smackdown", I'm far from lukewarm. I'm ice cold.

Call me ambivalent. Or disinterested. I don't care.

Just don't call me when the debates begin this Fall. I'll pass.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Fear of (Not) Flying

I'm in one of those moods this morning.

One of those "feeling some kind of way" moods.


I'm not sure why, but I think it's some latent disappointment backing up in me. I've thought over the past few days, and they were pretty good. Well, at least, pretty okay.

So why the disappointment?

Last week, with my CIDP behaving, and a desire to have mini-escapes and Starbucks, I headed out extremely early a few mornings. I went to a park, a train station, to walk around in the gentrifying neighborhood where my church is located.

  I snapped pictures with my iPhone of random things, and some, not so random.

I snuck into twenty-two minute long Catholic masses. Then taking a few more minutes for a picture and to light a few candles.

I stood outside this piercing parlor marveling at it's name. Wondering what I am mentally captive to.

But what goes up, inevitably comes down, and by Sunday, stupid CIPD had clipped my explorer wings, and I miserably grumbled from the ground that I should be flying again.

So, yes, my disappointment is steeped, like a soggy-used tea bag, in my physical limitations.

This reminds me of a devotion I read last week in the midst of soaring. It applies even more now.

Psalm 84. How dear to me is your dwelling, O Lord of hosts! My soul has a desire and longing for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.

When I stop and listen to my heart I cherish the inarticulate currents of longing I find there—the yearning for what is beyond the life I have settled for, the inconsolable ache for something I was made for and that will not stop haunting me.
In an earlier generation John Cheever wrote short stories for the The New Yorker. I have lived very far away from that world he inhabited, where he knew inside and out the rivulets within the heart of Manhattan life. Cheever once reflected in an interview: “The main emotion of the adult American who has had all the advantages of wealth, education, and culture is disappointment.”
Today, thank God for the yearning, the desiring. Every wrong star in the east we have followed to find happiness leaves us with an ache to seek the living water which wells up from Christ, which will never desert us. Every disappointment can awaken a fresh appointment in the courts of the Lord. Pray right now to meet with the living God.

Indeed, when I think over my little escapes, without K and Baby Z, it's funny how after getting caffeinated, I found myself looking for peace, whether it be in a park, a still sleepy neighborhood, or the words of thanksgiving coming out of the mouth of a South American priest. 

True peace, of course, comes from God, as does wisdom. Yes, and understanding.

God has placed in me a desire for those flights of fancy. A desire to be free of the shackles, to no longer be captive.

Far more important, though, is God has designed me (and you!) with a desire that can only be filled in and through and by Him. Whether I'm flying or grounded, my destination is God.

I think I feel my mood shifting... :-)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

In The Shadows of Silence: The Search Continues

Last week I wrote of searching for silence. I figured I'd start slow, a few minutes a day. So, how did it go?

I wrote my friend David via email an update:

 "... I got up (at 5:30AM- i can't really be alone any other time) and... well, I can't silence my mind. Not yet. So I figured I'd focus it. I used my Anglican prayer beads... and prayed this prayer and spent the first time around battling my wandering, chattering mind. Seems even when I shut off external noise, my internal ones are blaring loudly. By the end, I felt I had a small victory. :-)"

Funny when I wrote the original post, I hadn't counted on my own whacky head being the loudest device in the house (louder than Baby Z!). So I started off okay, but by the end of the week (yes, after a couple of days), things  went downhill after I posted on paid maternity leave on Facebook. It turned into a mini-war, with over thirty comments (interestingly, I didn't write the most, either, but two childless guys did). I wound up sitting in a local cafe later that morning in a seriously funky mood. K was there (a real rarity as much as he works) and a well-behaved Z, but all I could think of was that stupid, ultimately inconsequential thread on Facebook. I tried to shake it out of my head, but the angry thoughts kept replaying, far louder than Z's giggles and the old Rolling Stones songs being piped over the speakers at Rock N Joe's.


I had a pleasant Facebook exchange with Breath of Life Daily blogger April which got me focused on my thought life last week, too. I connected how essential it would be for me to think on Godly things- peace, love, joy, faith and such- if I am ever to step away from the shadows of silence and into it's sweet light.

So I stepped away from Facebook. I'm still kind of around, posting stuff for my church and on FAR's fanpage, but I've made a concerted effort to keep my presence there to a minimum. During Lent, I stayed off, too, and found it to be beneficial. I wish I could be like my bestie Gi Gi (David's wife) and go on casually. But nope, much like I do not have the discipline to work out like her, I have to be drastic with mine. Which reminds me, I should probably do some exercising...

Anyway, heard this on Pandora, this morning, and fell in love. Enjoy!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Women in Ministry

 Check out this story from PBS' Religion & Ethics Newsweekly on women in ministry.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Fences & Gay Destinations

Um, well, in the wrongs hands, it kinda is. (Source)

First, North Carolina pastor Charles Worley preached about putting gays and lesbians in electric fenced-in pens until they die off:

Now we have an Indiana church allowing (and cheering) a four year old boy sing of how "ain't no homos gonna make it to Heaven":

What in the world is going on, Church Folks?!? This is plain craziness. Why is this garbage being preached and sang at services? I'm especially disheartened (and shocked) by the preschooler. Who taught him those made-up, hateful lyrics? They aren't part of the original. Why would you want a kid who should be singing "Jesus loves me" performing this? Funny how those same people would say Gay Rights Activist are constantly pushing their "sexual agenda" on children... only to turn around and do it themselves.


H/T: The Christian Post

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