BECOMING GENUINE DAILY

"Detach"

"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop."
--Ovid

"I want to break free."
--Queen

An article by Mark Bittman appeared in The New York Times recently, a piece on disconnection from technology. Oddly enough, he references a term already appearing in BLOGS on the web: "secular Sabbath". In short, he is taking a day to "unplug" from the PDA, the notebook, the RSS feeds, the text messages, the unending e-mails. Reports are surfacing on web addiction, people who overextend daily time for gaming, gambling, networking, BLOGGING and shopping. Web addiction is only theory now, but research continues to build credibility. Bittman conducted his disconnection on a Saturday, also eliminating the television too, characterizing his early disposition by uneasiness, a twitch. In short, however, he succeeded. He filled his open time with reading (newspapers, books), a walk with the iPod, a nap, a cup of tea, a stare out the window. Now six months in, he summarizes his newfound clarity like this: "I felt connected to myself rather than my computer. I had time to think, and distance from normal demands. I got to stop."

Unsure why Bittman utilizes the term "secular Sabbath", I think I know now: no spiritual framework underscores his life. However, if someone without belief in a higher presence recognizes the importance of mental rest, this is a cue for all theists. God placed it in motion. In the Genesis story, Moses writes, "God blessed the seventh day and made it holy." This day is unique, distinct, special. The Hebrew word for "Sabbath" is shabbat and means "to cease". It is simple to forget, but taking part in Sabbath is noted in the Ten Commandments too. Accordingly, it is good to know God revises the covenant; a statement in Exodus outlines this reality: "Anyone who does work on the Sabbath day shall be put to death." A pragmatic understanding of Sabbath is good. Seven days of unending work exacts harsh toll on the mind, the body, the spirit. In turn, fatigue lingers. Frustration lingers. Distress lingers. A day for rest recharges the body in every way.

My understanding and exercise of Sabbath started before I studied this article, but I find the practice a continuing challenge. Sabbath falls on Sunday for me, a time for morning church. I go early, acquiring groceries on the way home, undoubtedly a convenience. I don't know if this process constitutes work, but I decided to stop, moving it to Friday or Saturday. And I find myself meditating on the activities I practice on Sunday, reflecting on the word "work". Writing books is the task I have yet to reconcile; it requires the computer notebook in the office. I do not consider writing work, but play, joy, release. If I choose to relinquish the notebook though, I may return to the pen. I go for my weekend run on Saturday, but notice this is not always possible. In turn, I'm not surprised I take part in this exercise on Sunday afternoon if needed, for it is also a "rest" for me, a journey from my home, my comfort zone. I dive into my music, meditate on the lyrics, meditate on the sky, clouds, grass, bugs, water and rocks encircling me. I meditate on personal growth. I meditate on God. And I am restored, refreshed.

The joy of Sabbath for me is also expressed in a buzzword always gaining traction: community. Growing up in the South, this gathering is underscored by family. And by food, "breaking bread" with others. It's odd, but I remember complaints from my mouth growing up when a journey to grandmother's house unfolded. I suppose the distance irked me, but I quickly checked my ornery demeanor at the door when kitchen aromas consumed my nostrils. I enjoyed the roast, the green beans, the salad, the potatoes, the ice cream. And I enjoyed the candy bar my grandfather always dropped into my hand before departure. Trips to my grandmother's house are rare now, but I cherish the opportunities. I also "break bread" with buddies now. We rest in the good company of one another, ruminating on life, marriage, career, cars, technology, news. This ability to slump in the seat is good. We forget the watch and notice we seem to be the remaining patrons in the restaurant, the hallmark of good conversation.

When I study the Scriptures, it's amazing to watch Jesus upend regulations. This is the danger in practicing disciplines, becoming consumed with the details, forgetting the spirit behind the practice. Jesus reminds listeners it is important (lawful) to "do good on the Sabbath". Another difficulty in practicing Sabbath is the resulting uneasiness Bittman referenced. It's odd, but the feeling of productivity overcomes the soul, the mind. A drive to be in motion is in constant conflict with a focus on sustained rest. And oddly enough, when one returns to work, days of productivity call the body into rest, retreat, refuge. This is the tension. I wish work were not cursed, not coupled with toil. Ironically, when one completes a task requiring difficulty, overtime, sweat falling from the brow, a strong sense of satisfaction fills the spirit. King Solomon outlines this principle in a book of wisdom (Proverbs), writing, "All hard work brings profit." When I ponder my current circumstances, when I ponder life, I wish work existed without financial responsibility, expenses to meet. I look forward to a day this ceases.

Numerous people know this, but I am currently not working right now. Like the home search in 2007, the search for new work is consuming my daily time in 2008. It is with authority I write this piece on the tension I live in, for two realities are part of me on a daily basis, two realities holding choice: work and Sabbath. I spend my days on the computer, looking for a new position, trying to wait patiently. But with no work setting to report to, the pull of distractions is undoubtedly evident; movies, television, video games, writing and other websites vie for my attention. Staying focused is difficult. And the conclusion zero work equates with happiness is incorrect. I'm eager to return to work, for it is only now I know the type of work I seek. But when I return to day after day of productivity, a simple feeling will return to my soul: rest, disconnect, peace, recharge. It seems obvious, but the word "sabbatical" is derived from Sabbath. It is extended rest, a long leave from work. I didn't volunteer for this leave, but will return to work rested, wise, focused. And I will continually remember to toil for six days, retire on the seventh.

Bittman, Mark. "I Need a Virtual Break. No, Really." The New York Times. 3.2.08. 4.30.08
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/02/fashion/02sabbath.html

"Doze"

"The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late."
--Charles Caleb Colton

"A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow."
--Charlotte Bronte

I enjoy the conversations I have with other twentysomething's on Thursday evenings. I reflect in song, in teaching, in prayer, in contemplation. For numerous people, however, the dialogue continues in the next meeting spot: a restaurant. Lives are updated over food. I consistently receive this invitation, but usually decline. The logic is underscored by two reasons: sleep or budget. When I know money is no problem, I accept the invitation. But sleep is the recurring reply. I'm 26 and know this is the time to live by my schedule, live into the night. Oddly enough, this is not my focus. I love sleep. In fact, I emphasize this principle when the subject of slumber arises: sleep is highly underrated. Let me open the scene by way of context too. Until November 2007, I rested in a twin bed; with my move, I expanded space into the queen. And I released $700 for the mattress, the cornerstone of sound slumber. With each passing night, I recognize this reality: my feet are unable to touch the frame; I'm lost in pillows. Life is good. Sleep is downplayed by many, but the results continue to show otherwise.

Studies on sleep continue to be published. Research on sleep deprivation outlines higher risks for heart disease and type two diabetes. Understandable results are also evident in daily interactions with others who are consumed with fatigue: lack of concentration, slow job performance and droopy eyes. It is truly evident in the physical expression, the disposition of the body. In other words, sleep is important. Drug manufacturers know this reality well. Lunesta (the green butterfly) and Ambien (the moving streetlight) are becoming well known. I am also detecting a strong frequency of advertisements on The Sleep Number and Tempur-Pedic beds. One who sleeps for eight hours each morning, this revelation always surprises others I converse with. Granted, exceptions arise, and I wake up from time to time. But I consistently slumber without interruption. When I ponder this reality, I recognize the goodness of unending rest. The body undertakes a riveting process of restoration: energy rises up once more, the mind relaxes, dreams drop anchor. It is Sabbath for the body.

In the Scriptures, Sabbath is framed in terms of time, a day physical work rescinds. But for the overworked, Sabbath is emotional, spiritual rest too. A Hebrew word for "sleep" is yashen. Surprisingly, one must be always be mindful of context, even in the Scriptures; while numerous stories reference sleep for simply what it is (resting the body), other references frame it in terms of sex (shakab in Hebrew), ironically a time partners choose to relinquish slumber. And to add irony to irony, research notes sex promotes sleep. Another divergence from nocturnal rest is discovered in a Greek word for "sleep". This word is katheudo, meaning "to be dead". It also means "to yield to sin" (missing the mark). The understanding for this meditation is rest. It's unfortunate technology robs the body of sleep. Television, the web, text messages and e-mail are able to hold the mind on a leash all day, each day. But one must be mindful of working too much, a problem, not an unchangeable reality of life.

Work is good, and it is coupled with Sabbath. Proverbs, a book by King Solomon, holds numerous principles on the ramifications of fruitful work, the ills of laziness. He writes, "A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest-and poverty will come on you like a bandit." Work is good, but it must conclude each day. Numerous songs are titled "Time is on My Side", the popular edition credited to the Rolling Stones. But this simply is not the case. A day is finite. It is simple to think the clock directs one's life, but in reality it is the rising and the setting of the sun. The body "clock" follows this pattern. Caffeine, the drug of choice for many, exists to keep the body moving forward, to transcend this natural rhythm the day encompasses. But stress is the inevitable result. Sleep is truly the antidote.

I also liken peace to sleep, for it is the equilibrium the body moves into when the muscles relax, the breathing slows, the mind settles. A story in the Scriptures notes Jesus in a boat with his students. A storm arises on the sea. Rattled, they wonder if they will survive the meteorological turmoil; wind whips through the sail, waves tumble into the boat, lightning consumes the attention of the eye. During this chaos, Jesus is sleeping on a cushion. He must sleep well if a fierce storm does not rouse him. Concerned with drowning, the students awaken him, asking if he cares death is knocking. Jesus invokes peace over the elements and they subside. I know the possibility of deep stress exists every day, but lowering my head on the pillow with a clear mind is a reality (not a pipe dream) transcending the physical world. I'm coming to the conclusion this peace arises in the room before sleep too. It arises in silence, although this is difficult when horns, trains, dogs, brakes, engines and emergency vehicles interrupt the stillness. But in the unbroken moments, conversation with one's self and conversation with God surfaces in the solitude.

While drugs, cookies, chocolate and sex facilitate rest, my routine for slumber is comprised of ritual. Not surprisingly, it does depend on the day, for when I engage in physical labor or activity for the majority of the day, I drop quickly. The other days are built on the discipline of reading. Books, magazines and the Scriptures are my meditation points when the day concludes, the subject of information, contemplation, inspiration. I have readily noticed my head dips forward and my eyelids fall like the blinds when I know I am unable to remain alert, awake. Pillows and sheets are truly a wondrous gift from above. I know I will arise refreshed. Looking forward, I often think on marriage, the reality of children, the disruption in my sleep undoubtedly occurring. JoJo Jensen captures the spirit of this reality best: "Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds." I'm truly thankful a remedy for stress exists. I welcome the physical restoration occurring when the body shuts down from activity. But I also welcome the clarity of mind, spirit. I welcome dreams, some worth keeping, others worth forgetting. I welcome Sabbath. So good night...my bedtime is near.

"Double Dare"

"You call it madness, but I call it love."
--Don Byas

"If love is the answer could you rephrase the question?"
--Lily Tomlin

I rarely watch the Super Bowl for the game play; while I choose a team to cheer for victory, my focus is held by the advertisements. And I'm concluding this intrigue is filtered through my education (marketing) and the energy (money) companies put into understanding my mind, the hope I will release my dollar for the products they are placing in the marketplace. Oddly enough, Super Bowl ads focus on existing products, not new creations. Budweiser, Coca-Cola, Fed Ex and GMC remind consumers they have money to spend on humor, for this is the hallmark of clever ads. Pepsi succeeded this year with a song tribute for Diet Pepsi Max. Everyone in the commercial moved his or her head to a classic 1993 one hit wonder by Haddaway: "What is Love?" If you fail to understand the context of this ad, continue reading this meditation after you rent "A Night at the Roxbury" (1998), directed by John Fortenberry. When I start pondering this song, I wonder why the answer to the title is a repeated phrase in the chorus: "don't hurt me." Another tune regarding this idea comes to mind too: "Where is the Love?" by the Black Eyed Peas. In short, this song outlines the same idea; love is revealed when hurt is eliminated.

How much impact does this idea convey though? How much does it lack? True, love is visible when people stop bruising one another; however, it is only one turn of the prism. Love is deeply complex and requires a lifetime of understanding. Easter concluded this past weekend, the day numerous people acknowledge the rise of Jesus from death, the love one is willing to share for the sake of another. Jesus notes this principle in his teaching, putting it this way: good love is dying for your friends. It is rare to unearth stories on this idea, but they exist. I discovered a story this morning from the BBC News on Lance Corporal Matt Croucher, a Royal Marine who fell on a grenade to save the lives of his squad; joyously, he survived with only shock and a bloody nose. He is currently being considered for the Victoria Cross by the Ministry of Defence. It is rare to find one's self in this position, but if this teaching is expanded, can life be depleted for others without physical death? I'm always anxious before the procedure, but giving blood comes to mind. The need seems endless, but every drop counts. Organ donors are another example of this principle: giving oneself away for the sake of others.

The crux concerning this principle is unfortunate though. Distrust lives in generosity between people, the unacknowledged belief measures of goodwill are always accompanied by ulterior motives, financial exchange, even revenge masked by a smile. And this caution is ratcheted up in terms of spiritual discourse, truly in the West. This caution is created by people who follow Jesus with the purpose of "selling" his tenets through eternal salvation. He is a commodity. Terms including "witness" and "testimony" are included in this way of life. But is revision needed? The more I understand and study this idea, the further I watch it crumble. Students of Jesus live by action, not words. When generosity is extended, recipients notice. And when compensation is not required, they puzzle in question. They begin to ask questions, the curiosity quickly rising. And authentic dialogue occurs, a dialogue which doesn't dwell exclusively on life after death, but the recognition a full and purposeful life exists this day, this moment.

Love is indeed sacrifice, unselfish giving with no clear, measurable, objective, reasonable rate of return. It is possible it will be downplayed or discarded, the subject of criticism. In the Scriptures, writers outline a story concerning Jesus and his interaction in a home. Enjoying dinner, a "sinful" woman comes into the home and pours expensive perfume on his feet. The disciples are alarmed with this display, thinking of the greater good. This is the sentiment: "This perfume could have been sold at a high price and the money given to the poor." Notice the unusual reply of Jesus though: "The poor you will always have with you." The rate of return for this exercise is zero. It is scandalous, but it is a lovely display of humility, healing, love. This idea is demonstrated further in the writings of St. Paul: "For we are to God the aroma of Jesus." It is in this teaching the throwback to sacrifices in ancient Israel, animals bled and consumed on the altar. The smoke rises into the air and forgiveness unfolds, restores, purifies.

I discovered the unique complexities love reveals in the film "Intermission" (2003), directed by John Crowley. Like "Crash" (2004), numerous Irish residents cross paths in unusual ways. One looks for love by way of adult films and a one night stand with a woman whose husband recently left her for a younger woman, a woman being pursued by her previous boyfriend, a boyfriend who works with a fired bus driver and common thief to ransom the new man with the hope of reclaiming the relationship. Needless to say, circumstances go awry. Fortunately, the two main characters discover the love they truly seek, a love not shallow but transparent, not sappy but heartfelt, capable of real pain, real reconciliation. I think this may be a key evidentiary foundation for marriage collapse, an unwillingness to make diligent strides in conflict resolution. If love is commitment, this decision must play a primary role. In turn, the bond is knit tighter and sacrifices made for union preservation are noble. 

I previously noted stories concerning sacrifice are rare to find. But I am discovering they are easier to access. News which induces tears is always evident; the stories of goodness, life change and hope are the gems in the dirt, easily overlooked, but always of note. NPR recently reported on Julio Diaz, a social worker who lives in the Bronx. Each evening, before he heads home, he stops at his favorite diner. But one evening he walked to the subway stairs only to be stopped by a teenager with a knife. The teen asked for the wallet and Diaz generously gave it to him. The teen started walking away and Diaz stated, "Hey, wait a minute. You forgot something. If you're going to be robbing people for the rest of the night, you might as well take my coat to keep you warm." He welcomed the teen to join him for his evening meal and took him to the diner. The teen watched the warm interactions between Diaz and the restaurant personnel, wondering if he owned the place. Julio told him no, only this: "Haven't you been taught you should be nice to everybody?" No doubt bewildered, the teen stated, "Yea, but I didn't think people actually behaved that way." Diaz believes doing good to others will inspire hope in them to act in turn. But notice he uses the word hope, the recognition goodness will not always be returned. But Diaz, like me, dares to dream the impossible becomes the inevitable.

"Marine threw himself onto grenade." BBC News. 3.30.08. 3.31.08 http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/west_midlands/7321647.stm

Garofalo, Michael. "A Victim Treats His Mugger Right." NPR Morning Edition. 3.28.08. 3.31.08 http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89164759

"Spark"

"Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence."
--Eric Fromm

"Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species."
--William Maugham

Valentine's Day wrapped up recently, a day roses, chocolates, cards and stuffed animals sell very well. But in recent years, others are marking this day by new meaning, a new anthem, mantra: Singles Awareness Day. The idea seems silly, but is it truly the expression of independence or the mark of the lonely, a mask concealing solitary frustration? I'm inclined to think both emotions are evident. One who is still single, I have a deep disdain for this "holiday", but know it is the simple reminder diligence must mark my search for relationship. My distaste for this holiday is simple too: if people require one day reminding them romance is still necessary, I surmise the bond is slowly breaking. I don't recognize my expertise on relationships for one moment, but know I have learned much in life studying the interactions of others; I examine arguing and conflict resolution, crying and consolation, division and compromise. In fact, I remember lying in my bed 3-4 years ago, adjacent to the window. I sleep well, but noises outside wake my rest. And although I cannot recall the duration between encounters, I can still hear the verbal abuse between neighbors, three marriages, six people, three unique nights. I cracked my window and listened in, spirit sinking, heart racing. I wondered if extreme behavior would follow the exchange...silence soon filled the streets, but I do know one marriage is no longer in tact.

Love is always mysterious, always changing, redefined through society. Psychology has much to say on this subject too. Helen Fisher, an anthropology professor at Rutgers University, divides love into three phases in Anatomy of Love: lust, attraction, attachment. In the lust phase, initial attraction is simple sexual instinct; over time, lust gives way to attraction. Fidelity becomes a cornerstone of the relationship too. And attraction leads to attachment, a bond forged through shared interests. I think of it as a lifetime friendship. When I meditate on long-term relationships, I have come to the conclusion marriage is the best step. But when I study the figures, it is always disconcerting. Current studies place the divorce rate at roughly 52%. So when I consider this reality, fear grips my spirit from time to time. I wonder whether I will go the distance or simply become part of the figures.

In the Scriptures, much is written on the subject of love. One Hebrew word for "love" is ahab and simply means "love"; a Greek word for "love", better known, is agape and means "good will" or "unselfish". I believe the Greek rendition is the mark of good relationships, marriages. I think the person who also grasps the agape state of mind recognizes love will not always be returned. But the person continues to love nonetheless. A good friend is writing a book on marriage, and I wish to paraphrase his understanding of this bond: marriage is not a focus of meeting needs. If it is, one can withhold from the other and resentment can quickly gain footing. Marriage is framed by this clarity: "I don't need you to meet my needs. God provides for me. I want you to want me, not need me."

I suppose a natural question arises: sex is not a need? The only necessary context for sex is the procreation of the species, carrying on the family name. While this is noble, Jesus teaches listening ears on people who are single in terms of sex by way of birth (impotence), castration, ("the hands of men") or simply refusing marriage (and thus sex) by focusing on kingdom revelation. Sex always seems to be downplayed or suppressed in the church, but the Scriptures reveal otherwise. For example, Song of Songs is overlooked, but I'm told it contains the most risque language in the book's text. The phrase "become one flesh" is repeatedly used and St. Paul writes on partners "coming together" for the purpose of avoiding temptation and exercising self-control. He even comments on the difficulties that inevitably arise in the marriage bond, writing, "Those who marry will face many troubles in this life." Indeed.

Michael Leunig states, "Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that." Love seems simple, but I don't know if it will ever be fully understood. It's discussed in words, but the feeling cannot always be put into text. Jesus also marks his students by this action: love one another. And I wonder if love can exist without God. Much writing exists in this moment on a belief in the absence of God, but if this is so, where does love originate? With each passing day, this belief love is not mutually exclusive from God is confirmed. And oddly enough, I cannot put the logic for this into words...it is a feeling. But I think God puts it best after the first human wanders the globe: "It is not good for man to be alone." I think the better rendition is "lonely", for a clear distinction exists between "alone" and "lonely"; the former denotes the absence of people and the latter denotes the absence of community, relationship. At times, however, the distinction blurs.

When I ponder marriage, it's simple to think mine will not go the distance. The figures confirm this reality. But I wish to buck the system and take my relationship for life. And this lays in my willingness to go forward day after day, a clarity I have discovered in the words of Sheryl Crow. She recently shared an interview with Reader's Digest on breast cancer, her music and her new son. Engaged three times, Crow has never married. Her sisters are both divorced too. Asked about best advice on relationships, she puts it this way: "When I was engaged the second time, I asked my mom how she and dad made it for so many years (53). She said that every single day, you have to decide you're committed to the person." Maybe this is the mark of the long marriage, the decision to choose one's spouse everyday, whether through word or action. Conflicts will arise, tension will arise, tears will arise, but unselfish, peaceful love moves into chaos and settles the storm. Dean Martin puts it best: "That's amore."

References:

Helen Fisher. Wikipedia. 2.14.08. 3.13.08 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Fisher_%28anthropologist%29

Fisher, Helen. Anatomy of Love.
New York: Ballantine Books, 1994.

Davidson, Sara. "Crow's Nest".
Reader's Digest, March 2008: 108.

"God Box"

"Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God."
--Lenny Bruce

"To listen to some devout people, one would imagine that God never laughs."
--Ghose Aurobindo

Divine Caroline, a website devoted to women, recently posted a story on church signs with intriguing messages. While many are humorous, others focus on the commonplace fear element, the eternal damnation visible to motorists who drive by. I wonder from time to time whether these statements continue to hold the impact for change. Meditating on the images, the text, the mind of the observer, I'm coming to the conclusion the simple answer is no. When I study the United States, I detect cynicism rising through the disposition of society; furthermore, I find it difficult to unravel this feeling succinctly. Turning to headlines, however, snapshots validate this state of mind: corruption, molestation, exclusivity, arrogance, indifference. In terms of psychology, people are creatures of habit. Accordingly, they size one another up quickly by group. And the exceptions are unfortunately singled out as a representation of the whole. And churches do not escape this tendency.

With this in mind, why does the church exist? If the answer to this supposedly simple question is experiencing God, I have no reason for visiting the church. In fact, I find it sporadically distracting in the quest to rest in the silence and meditate on circumstances, accomplishments, failures, others. Focus is continually breached in the building by lighting, noise, children and movement. And when these stimuli occur, concentration on deeper truths is broken, concentration difficult to reacquire. I know the discipline of stillness is always challenging, but disconnecting from the "noise" of life liberates my mind, my spirit, my body in numerous ways. The psalmist captures the words of God in 46:10--"Be still and know that I am God." The stillness becomes my "church" when I strike the keys and outline my thoughts, crack open the next book and lose myself in the story, reflect on the day and the accomplishments or failures. Neglecting the noise becomes my ally. Knowing God exists outside brick walls, the question concerning church existence remains.

I find myself telling people I'm a "maven", a term Malcom Gladwell outlines in his amazing book The Tipping Point (Back Bay Books, 2002). When I use this word, I define it by the way I continually look for knowledge, wisdom in society, news, BLOGS, articles, conversations, victories, failures, disagreements with others. I wholeheartedly believe in the value of education and the impact it creates during one's life. Millions darken the church doors for education, teaching on the Scriptures and the crossover they reveal in life. But do I need the church, a minister for wisdom regarding the Scriptures?  No. I can study the texts by myself and reference other materials as needed. I meet people from time to time who are consumed with hearing a "word" from God every Sunday, disappointed when they don't. Do they think it only comes through the mouth of one minister? Do they find clarity in personal study, meditation?

Have you noticed the egotism in this reflection yet? While it is not readily visible, the aforementioned thoughts focus on the personal relationship with God. The church is devoid. But this personal relationship is the reason I'm continuing to discover why I choose to step through church doors. The reason is very simple: I love people. I love the members of my family, more now than ever. I love my friends, the ones I know now and the ones I have not yet met. I love the people I wholeheartedly disagree with. Why? They give me reason to think deeper; they criticize that which needs reform, revision. The world is ugly, and much exists to hate. It is always easier to hate the person, but should the action not be the focus of scorn? When people are pushed or deeply hurt, irrational actions take over the mind. Every one is wounded in one way or another. And this is the recognition which leadings to healing, reconciliation.

The church (or mosque or synagogue or cathedral) is not comprised of bricks, mortar; it is the collection of people who share similar outlooks (beliefs) concerning life. Why do denominations exist? Variety is the spice of life. Extremes exist, but if one is willing to hold conversations and come to middle ground, hope undoubtedly lingers. In the words of John Lennon, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." I'm inclined to think I'm not the only one. I hope others think on this sporadically. In the Scriptures, the word "church" does not exist until Jesus shares it with his students. The Greek word for church is ekklesia and is defined this way: "a gathering of citizens". And this gathering is the reason I step through church doors to reconnect with others. Oddly enough, this is the irony--music and teaching, elements many define "church" by, take away from this opportunity. Availability for conversation is contingent on the arrival of people too. When I step back, however, I recognize the books I read are written by people. I recognize the Scriptures are documented by people. I recognize music cannot exist without energy or wind moving through it.

If one outlines church by the gathering of citizens, numerous possibilities open. Accordingly, this is the way I'm coming to redefine the church: it is not a building, but a movement, people joining together for the purpose of common good, uplifting others who are in need. Consider Google, the search engine juggernaut. MSNBC reported yesterday the company is giving a free phone number and voicemail to the entire base of homeless citizens in San Francisco. This project will help people list phone numbers on job applications (which require callback numbers) and return to the workforce quickly. I discover wisdom and God inside church walls, but it is no longer the primary reason for my attendance. I know my solo efforts can only go so far, but the collective willingness of people to unite for the sake of helping others is truly the way goodness moves through the world.

References:

MSNBC, "Google Gives All SF Homeless Free Voicemail". 2.28.08. 2.29.08. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23377190

"Casa"

"You can't go home again."
--Thomas Wolfe

"I'm going home, to the place where I belong."
--Chris Daughtry

The search for a residence consumed me in 2007. I looked over two-stories, ranches, apartments and townhomes, carefully weighing the pros and cons of each possibility, rechecking my budget. I downplayed my disappointments from time to time, but continued my quest, knowing I would succeed in good time. I did locate a home and truly look forward to the relaxation it induces each day when I return from work, take my shoes off and run my toes across the carpet. I'm not sure why, but this practice is oddly refreshing. In fact, I take this cue from a film. Look through your DVD collection and dig out "Die Hard" (1988), directed by John McTiernan. Notice John McClane decides to take part in this practice, wisdom from a plane companion. I'm also discovering homes require continual upkeep, and prioritizing projects will always be necessary for the preservation of mental sanity. Living with my family numerous years creates a psychological hurdle, but I'm continually recognizing the necessity for moving forward. Independence breeds growth quickly.

It is with a heavy heart I continue to watch the housing market melt down. Credit continues to tighten and loan standards continue to sharpen. Just recently, the government introduced measures to help homeowners work out payments while retaining ownership. While these measures are important, millions are slowly moving into foreclosure. Others dwell in it fully. It is always simple to point the finger and assign blame, but when I ponder the intensity and emotion of this moment, sadness trumps judgment. A deep bond exists between homeowners and the structure which keeps the body warm and cool with the shifting seasons. Children are created and reared, tears are shed, laughter rolls through the air and memories are forged forever. And although the foundation is comprised of cement, wood, nails, drywall, insulation and shingles, a quiet presence, an "aroma", moves through the home: the lingering smell of cooked meals, ironed sheets, a vacuumed floor, the comfort in resting on a leather couch. Joyce Maynard puts it best: "A good home must be made, not bought." Homes are never identified by the materials used in the construction; it is truly the love or lack thereof that lives and moves within the walls and marks the people who step outside its doors.

In the Scriptures, the home is significant in numerous ways. The Hebrew word for "home" is bayith and carries a meaning very similar to the English translation (in a structural sense): "house", "abode" or "dwelling". Bayith also means "household" and "family". Understood this way, it is framed in terms of lineage, the family name and the respect it carries in the village or community. For instance, looking back into the 20th century, Rockefeller, Carnegie and Vanderbilt come to mind, men who defined society through the production and distribution of oil, steel and railroads, respectively. But with numerous names in circulation now, the luster is fading for legacy in the West. Life is framed in terms of the single person in the West, but the Scriptures read otherwise. Leadership by the mother and the father is followed. In other words, the statement "you and your household" denotes the unity of decision. St. Paul writes about his stay in prison. Chained to the wall, he begins to sing with his fellow brothers. The melody is followed by an earthquake and the structure collapses. The chains fall and the jailer thinks the men are gone. Preparing to take his life, Paul tells him to halt and see everyone remains. The jailer comes to Paul and wonders how he might be reconciled to God. Paul tells him to believe in Jesus and restoration follows. Incidentally, his household (family) follows his decision, taking the words of Paul to heart. He and his household stand together.

The word "home" evolves once more in the Greek translation: oikos meaning "of the human body". St. Paul writes about this in his letter to Corinth. Prostitution continues to play a prominent role in this society, but numerous men and women step away from the practice. Paul reminds readers the body is a temple, a "home" in which spiritual formation takes root. Jesus also validates this reference when he stands trial for his alleged transgressions against others. He tells his accusers, "Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days." But they are thinking in terms of buildings, the actual temple located in the center of Jerusalem. He is referring to himself and the rise from death in the coming days. I don't tend to think of my body in terms of a home, but I do hold complete ownership over it in every way: diet, exercise, sleep, thoughts, words. Surprisingly, this recognition takes me back to the household reference. And to books by Christopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins.

Hitchens (God is not Great) and Dawkins (The God Delusion) liken child rearing with religion to child abuse. In short, they believe this approach robs young minds the opportunity to think critically and decide whether they wish to take hold of the parent's beliefs too. What strikes me is the crossroads youth face as they mature into adolescence. Usually with the completion of high school, quick independence takes over, the freedom to abide by one's own sense of time and focused decision making, absolved from parental influence. In short, this frame of mind is coupled with moving out. But in this moment in time, I am discovering every person makes a decision regarding the spiritual upbringing: making it his or her own, or choosing to venture into a new path. Raised in a spiritual home, I decided to make the teachings I received my own. In retrospect, I do wish I was challenged more; it is only until recently I have decided to take the challenge upon myself, reading up on the worldviews, philosophies and beliefs others share who are distinct from my own. Some think this state of mind is risky and my spiritual foundation will become muddled. I strongly disagree. In fact, I think this exercise helps me to understand others better (because my core understanding of spiritual reality is grounded) and why they understand the world this way.

Surprisingly, this creates a question. Both Jesus and St. Paul talk about redemption in the entire household. Why does everyone believe though? Is it simply out of example by the parents? Or do the children reflect on the invitation, wrestle with it, meditate on it? Studying the teachings of Jesus, the response follows the miracles: people see life change with the eyes and respond with the heart, the spirit, the will to follow his leadership example. Unlike today, however, respondents didn't gather in the church to study the words of Jesus. The words he speaks are written after his death. But intrigue is truly evident, as Jewish people compare the messages of Jesus with the Torah and the Psalms, the Proverbs and the prophets, puzzled with the newness, even offended with intensity behind the unorthodox stories. People convene in the home to discuss his message, "breaking bread" in the process. It is joyous to see this practice continue today, good conversation alongside good food. I find lifetime memories are created in these settings. But the home is not the church. And while churches are continuing to drift into home settings, buildings are never the church. They are simply a place for the "church" to gather in common unity, people united with similar outlooks (beliefs) on spiritual formation. The "church" is my home away from home. Dorothy puts it best though: "There's no place like home." Indeed.

"FFR" (part II)

"The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most." --Dale Carnegie

"Anger and intolerance are the twin enemies of correct understanding." --Mahatma Gandhi

I check the Digg! site everyday for articles, news, images and videos of note around the web. "Diggers" make large or small stories visible for others by increasing popularity through voting; the higher the number of "diggs", the quicker a story moves up in rank. Oddly enough, I noticed numerous posts on Scientology last week in the Digg! site, the religion developed by L. Ron Hubbard in 1952. Numerous people know about this unique religion through Tom Cruise. Cruise continues to be vocal about the impact Scientology is having in his life, but erratic behavior on the Today Show with Matt Lauer regarding psychiatry and couch jumping on Oprah create suspicion for this system of beliefs. The posts on Digg are focused on a person (or group) simply known as "Anonymous". They are committed to destroying the presence Scientology has on the web. Thus far, they have hacked the primary site (www.scientology.org) and crippled the server. Other sites part of this religion are being slowed down or removed too. This "war" seems to stem from efforts by Scientology members who wish to have a video with Tom Cruise discussing his beliefs taken down from the web. When the smoke clears, both the church and "Anonymous" will continue their respective missions.

What strikes me in this battle of the wills is the intolerance present on both sides. "Anonymous" makes its claims, as do the members of Scientology. But each is deeply at odds with one another. "Tolerance" continues to be a buzzword in America, a nation of numerous ideologies, philosophies and systems of belief. Atheists, agnostics, Buddhists, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, scientologists and followers of Jesus interact on a daily basis. While spiritual discussions tend to be minimal in the workplace, they blossom outside the corporate environment. And this leads one full circle to the first amendment, the cornerstone of the United States: freedom of speech. In terms of the deeper questions of life, I call this freedom conversation, the ebb and flow of healthy dialogue and debate. The conversation, albeit deep, is quite simple: one person opens his or her mouth and talks about what's near and dear to the heart. The person across the table then takes his or her turn. But what underscores conversation with integrity is the recognition people share similar beliefs. Members of society are always quick to outline the differences they have in terms of spiritual understanding with others. But what if common ground is established first, the shared thoughts on the deeper questions about life, death, suffering, wisdom, eternity? When consensus starts, clarifying the diversions in belief becomes easier, even peaceful.

St. Paul writes in the Scriptures, "Let your conversation be always full of grace." When disagreements arise, grace becomes absent for many; anger and frustration replace it. Paul concludes the aforementioned statement with the identification speakers should "know how to answer everyone." People who are always in the know are "mavens", from the Hebrew word binah meaning "understanding". Malcom Gladwell popularized this word in his bestseller The Tipping Point (Back Bay Books, 2002). People who fully understand their beliefs have no difficulty expressing them to others. But another element exists in the equation: listening and respecting the beliefs of another. Case in point: Electronic Arts recently released a video game entitled "Mass Effect". FOX News quickly criticized the game for its sexual elements, enlisting the assistance of psychologist and author Cooper Lawrence. A video game correspondent for Spike TV was also invited to defend the game. In fact, he asked Cooper if she has played it. She quickly replied with a no. After the program aired, angry gamers "spammed" her book on Amazon, posting one star reviews. The intent for the reviews was simple: comment on a book without reading it, much like Cooper did with the video game. Lawrence later apologized for her review in the NY Times, even adding, "I've seen episodes of 'Lost' that are more sexually explicit."

Returning to Scientology, a question emerges: do people who ascribe to this teaching share common ground with atheists, Hindus, students of Jesus? Very little in terms of holy texts, sacraments and the understanding of eternity. Each group diverges in numerous ways. But if all share a common goal of reducing poverty in developing nations, curtailing the spread of AIDS in Africa, living "greener" and loving others in a sacrificial way, room for discussion exists. But it should be noted that even with good conversation, one may fail in the efforts to persuade the other he or she is right and the other is wrong. When I look around, I notice religion is always focused through this lens: "us" (people who are "in", enlightened, restored, saved, focused) vs. "them" (people who are "infidels", outside the fold, lost, unknown, broken, ignorant, misguided). Does a better thought exist? Does this statement resonate? Everyone is seeking answers. But what is the question? These are the questions: "Why do I exist?" and "For what purpose do I exist?" People find clarity every day in spiritual understanding, truths that transcend the material world. Unsatisfied, many disregard the teaching they once hold to, looking for illumination elsewhere. Most follow the teaching they grow up with, a process termed indoctrination. But a significant moment appears in the late stage of adolescence.

Usually with the completion of high school, responsibility drastically rises for teenagers. Most take the path to college, the military or the workforce. But a crossroads comes into vision too--deciding whether to continue believing the spiritual truths they grow up with. I believe this is why church attendance for twentysomething's is very low. Belief is tested through proof, logic, doubt and suffering. Those who follow through find clarity, understanding. In this journey of self-reflection, religion is discarded and grace consumes the spirit, the revelation spiritual formation is not built on rules, the legalistic do's and don'ts that undermine healing and freedom. Grace is knowing community facilitates strength, three strikes is never the end game, life is full of nectar. In the Scriptures, James, a brother of Jesus, states, "Religion God accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows and keep oneself from being polluted by the world." Watching over the impoverished is self-explanatory, but worth repeating. But how does one avoid "pollution"? The Greek word for "pollute" is koinoo and means "unclean" or "defiled". In context, this refers to purity rituals, but is it wrongly construed by religious minds? Numerous people think "pollution" means complete cutoff from worldly influence. This quest is futile, but looking for evil in the world and exposing it to justice is possible. Discovering the kingdom of God is possible too.

I wish to reference "Kingdom of Heaven" (2005), directed by Ridley Scott, once more. I find deep wisdom in this film, for incidentally, it focuses on two groups, warring with one another: Muslims and followers of Jesus. Each is consumed with capturing Jerusalem. I remember Balian working in his shop. A strong man watches him work and looks to the sign above his head, curious about the Latin inscription. "What does that mean?" he asks. Balian looks down and replies, "What man is a man who does not make the world better?" As I study the world on a daily basis through headlines, BLOGS, elections, images and videos, I wonder whether the world is getting better. I remember the saying: "There's no news like bad news." But I also see the lingering effects of Martin Luther King Jr. and Mother Teresa. I see Muhammad Yunus reshaping economics through microcredit. I see the kingdom of God revealed each week in "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". Ty Pennington and his team restore the lives of families through new homes. But in the process, tears fall and stories converge, overlap. Healing takes place. I see freedom from religion.

"FFR" (part I)

"For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?"
--Ralph Waldo Emerson

"While we are free to choose our actions, we are not free to choose the consequences of our actions."
--Stephen Covey

It was not until recently I listened to a phrase for the first time. Captivated, but unsure of the meaning, I promptly asked for the explanation. "Carte Blanche" is the word I'm referring to; it means "unrestricted power" or "unconditional authority". Deep freedom underscores this word too. During my drives, I have a knack for taking the scenery in...the cars surrounding my vehicle, building designs, trees, subdivisions, farmland. Billboards always capture my attention. I study the advertisements and begin to ponder whether clever minds in marketing will create opportunities for my money to become separated from the wallet resting in my pant pocket. And staying aware of the chatter in business, from time to time I notice experts who predict the billboard will become a fading method of communication. But I wish to disagree. With the rise of digital billboards, paper usage declines and additional messages join the queue. One billboard message recently caused me to turn my head twice, a double take if you will. The bold statement is simple and unmistakable: "Imagine no religion". The message is furnished by the Freedom from Religion Foundation.

The FFRF exists for one purpose--to maintain the separation of church and state. They accomplish this vision by filing lawsuits, organizing events and advancing "freethinking". The rise of freethinking (or simply atheism for many) is very clear during this moment in time. The God Delusion (Mariner Books, 2008) by Richard Dawkins and God is Not Great (Twelve Books, 2007) by Christopher Hitchens are both NY Times bestsellers. Numerous scientists believe a belief in God is simply laughable. Turning back to the billboard, how does one define "religion"? This word is sporadically interchanged with "belief" or "spiritual", but I will not hesitate to corral it. This word, in its original meaning, means "a set of beliefs". Unfortunately, people or groups have consistently hijacked it during the course of history. Remember the Crusades, and the quest to crush the "infidels" (Muslims). Remember Salem, and the quest to sift out witchcraft. Remember the Ku Klux Klan, and the quest to intimidate, maim or kill people with unique skin color. Remember September 11th and the quest to instill fear in the United States. Each movement has been guided by a belief in God. Respondents believe it is the will of God, a purpose, a mandate, a divine duty. They are mistaken.

I remember seeing the aforementioned book by Hitchens and studying the cover. I honestly don't know why at the time, but I decided to buy it. Looking back, the title truly captured my attention. And I wished to know why he thinks this way. While criticism is undoubtedly coming, I will acknowledge I enjoyed this book. Hitchens is a compelling writer and outlines the numerous ways people who believe in a higher presence miss the mark. He references the history of violence like I did above, global health, the Scriptures, the Koran, sexual repression and whether religion can be likened to child abuse. He closes his book with a case for a "New Enlightenment" a life pursuing rational inquiry, reason, development. He writes, "'Know yourself,' said the Greeks, gently suggesting the consolations of philosophy. To clear the mind for this project, it has become necessary to know the enemy, and to prepare to fight it." A student of Jesus, what will I do with this argument? First, I am willing to acknowledge the subtitle of his book: religion can poison life. But the poison in society is by no means limited to people who believe in the intelligent presence.

A look into the national news validates this poison. Remember the deceased Georgia hiker, murdered by a vile soul. Remember the Marine currently being sought by police for the death of a fellow Marine, who was poised to testify against him regarding a rape allegation. She was pregnant too--the child did not live. A man is currently in jail in Alabama, denied bond and awaiting trial for throwing his 4 young children over a bridge. 2 have been discovered. The list continues, but my soul weeps with each keystroke. Are the felons listed here "religious"? Do they believe in God? I have no idea, but I know without hesitation these actions are simply evil, a poison in the mind, the eyes, the hands. Emerging research in science points to the interactions of neurons and chemicals in the brain as a precursor for this behavior. I am inclined to agree, for who can commit acts like these and not be "out of mind" when they take place? Does the thread of humanity that runs through society simply vanish in moments like this?

God is not Great is resting by my notebook, and in light of the accounts above, I think the title needs revision: Man is not Great. It is man who kills in the name of God, man who misinterprets the words of God, man who believes wealth is the will of God. I'm sure you have noticed I'm using the word God here. Dawkins, like Hitchens, makes a case for God's absence in his lengthy tome. But what I am discovering is a tired monologue on logic once more. One cannot prove the existence of God scientifically, nor can one disprove him. Yet each try to outdo the other and finally make a case once and for all. Enough already. This argument is becoming boring (like creation vs. evolution). In 1971, John Lennon penned a song for the world, aptly titled "Imagine". With the Vietnam War continuing and protestors clamoring for peace, this anthem moved the adherents concerned with social rebellion and immediate change. The song is the quintessential hope for peace, brotherhood and abandonment of possessions. Lennon also invites listeners to disregard heaven, hell and religion altogether, lines that will continually be met with criticism. But he brings me full circle too: imagine no religion.

I will always give high marks to "Kingdom of Heaven" (2005), directed by Ridley Scott, for it continues to be a highly respected film of mine. Oddly enough, the story revolves around the Crusades and the quest to occupy the city of Jerusalem. In a memorable scene, the blacksmith Balian speaks with one of his father's men, convinced he no longer hears from God and has "lost his religion". The reply is amazing: "I put no stock in religion. By the word religion I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of God. Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves." Is holiness the antithesis, the antidote for the poison I believe religion is? Is the antithesis of religion right action, the alignment of the mind and the heart? I think it might be.

"Strain"

"We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey." --Kenji Miyazawa

"People do not lack strength; they lack will." --Victor Hugo

I recently looked over a Franklin Covey survey and studied the results. The question is very simple: "What is your 2008 resolution?" Why are the results always the same? Exercising, losing weight, eating healthy and stepping out of debt are the top selections. The survey noted that 35% of respondents rescind the resolution they put forth before the month of January is over. Furthermore, 33% say they are not committed to the hopes they envision for the upcoming year. One will be hard pressed to find a website showcasing a resolution poll with this question: "What is your 2008 lust?" I can see the answers already: gaining twenty pounds, filing bankruptcy, divorcing my spouse, ignoring my kids, working fourteen hour days. No person with a sound mind desires to embrace this reality. Unfortunately, these responses occur on a daily basis. In fact, I have come to this conclusion: resolutions are made to be broken. They go hand in hand with the next 365 days. But what is the antidote?

In my humble belief, the wording needs revision first. Since resolutions are formed to be broken, does a better term exist? I choose the word "passion". When one becomes serious about achieving milestones in life, a strong desire should accompany it. Otherwise, the efforts become hollow, devoid of fervor, intensity, depth, focus. But I will not stop with passion. Pain or sacrifice will accompany passion too. And while pain is never actively sought out, it is necessary for the validity of goals. Take running for instance, a sport I willingly engage in. From time to time, close friends inquire on the distances I set forth and meet, laughing in a cynical surprise when the figure is muttered. While running is good, cleansing, inspiring and even a time of spiritual meditation, it hurts, literally. I stretch before I start, and since the legs are idle, groans escape my mouth. When the run concludes, my legs and my feet hurt. The cool down stretch alleviates a portion of the pain, but it lingers, a reminder of the hard pavement. Staying healthy is painful.

Incidentally, the presence of pain takes one back to the Scriptures. In the narrative focused on the first man and woman, they choose to violate the provision of God and consume the prohibited fruit. This is truly the nature of man, to satisfy his desires in the moment and struggle with the consequences later. In this story, God tells the woman childbirth will be agonizing; to the man, he will till his food from the ground hereafter. In fact, God calls the ground cursed, a further affirmation of the broken bond. Although agriculture is a fading means for food by the common citizen, men and women continue to toil the "ground" in the work setting, not only for sustenance, but for the desires of the heart, the expenses it takes to go forth in a "normal" state of living. I am always amazed with the overlap of emotion in life. As I look at my life in this moment, I am happy, at peace. A good friend told me last evening his colleague's wife died. This man is truly "in the depths, crying out", as David writes. But I know in time he will move forward and become stronger in the process. And the day will come when I will fall into the depths too, struggling, looking for answers.

I remember a memorable scene from "Forrest Gump" (1994), directed by Robert Zemeckis. Forrest and Lieutenant Dan are watching the seconds tick away from the existing year and the camera turns to a partygoer. She remarks, "Everyone has a chance to start over." As I reflect on this statement, I wonder if this is necessary. I can remember pages in 2007 I wish to discard from my story, but I know 2008 will hold new experiences also sour in taste. But the upcoming year will also embody triumphs, smiles, joy. The flavor of life rests in experiencing both. When Jesus teaches, he states, "In this world you will have trouble." I wonder if every student of Jesus understands this statement. It's a good thought, a world without problems, but with a broken bond between God, strife inevitably appears from time to time. But I give thanks for those who see ugliness as opportunity, the chance to reveal the kingdom of God every moment.

I am also coming to realize when one decides to give himself or herself away, effort or cost is always necessary. Stopping to help someone may or will require being late to an upcoming appointment, spending time in conversation or adding additional charges to the credit card. But I find myself hard pressed to find someone who is willing to say the costs outweigh the joy, the satisfaction, the feeling of goodness rising in the spirit. It's good to know this message will not be contained during the Christmas season, for this is a full year state of mind, heart, attitude. What's odd with resolutions? They are only lip service for a desired course of action. They begin this way: "I resolve to..." They sound like this to me though: "If I get around to it..." We joke around the office when tasks are asked. They tend to begin this way: "Can you do this for me?" Can I? Yes. The better question is "Will I?" Notice the power of the will. All tasks can be accomplished. Whether one is willing is the deciding factor.

I plan to look over my goals for 2007 this evening and evaluate the ones I have accomplished, the ones I have not met. I know immediately the financial cost has kept me from pursuing a handful of the goals I jotted down in January. And go figure, lack of time has inhibited me from taking hold of others. But before midnight "tolls for me" and 2008 moves into view, I will make goals for this new year too and make focused efforts to go forth and make them realities. Life will no doubt alter these plans; some may be revised, others discarded. But above all, I look forward to the opportunity to grow in character. I believe this is not accomplished through self-help literature, but a willingness to always be open and receptive to the feedback of others, family, friends, colleagues. Healthy criticism is good, if it leads to deeper integrity, wisdom, goodness. Go forth in 2008 and grow in every way. Nike always captures it best: Just do it.

"Depletion"

"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others."
--Mahatma Gandhi

"Human benevolence is mingled with vanity, interest, or some other motive."
--Mark Twain

I study commercials, watching the interaction of the actors and actresses, the focus of the message, the humor, the drama, the stupidity. The result is simple: selling products or services. From time to time though, a spot captures my attention. In fact, my interest currently targets a Liberty Mutual campaign. They sell insurance. As the advertisement unfolds, a citizen shows another a good deed, an act of hospitality, safety, kindness. The camera focuses on the simple act and then turns to someone else, an unknown stranger watching the gesture from close proximity. And in the next shot, the previous bystander decides to be gracious to another. This process is repeated multiple times. The commercial closes with this tagline: "When it's people who do the right thing, they call it being responsible; when it's an insurance company, they call it Liberty Mutual." I'm having difficulty reconciling responsibility with generosity: is this the basis of kindness? Or does it run deeper? Does it thread humanity together?

People pray to God with noble intentions, asking for his continued intervention. Removing poverty, ushering peace, clothing the nude and brining nourishment to the famished are petitions uttered on a global scale. In the Scriptures, a narrative unfolds around Jesus. He is finished with his teaching for the day, and the people are becoming hungry. The disciples ask him to send the people to the villages for food. But the answer from the teacher is surprising: "You give them something to eat." Befuddled, the disciples wonder how they will pay to feed the large crowd. So Jesus takes what is available, five cakes of bread and two fish, and gives thanks. The people eat well and leftovers are collected. I have always noticed the Scriptures state 5,000 eat this day. But 5K is the number of men. And since families are with the father, 10-12K is likely. Jesus likes to challenge people who ask for his exclusive direction. His reply is simple: "Take what you have available and create change."

Two films come to mind. The first is "Pay it Forward" (2000), directed by Mimi Leder, a film I consistently reference. Trevor McKinney, like Anne Frank, believes in the goodness of humanity. He decides to undertake a project--repaying kindness forward instead of back. And therein lays the caveat, the oddity of the task. When people show others kindness, they are surprised, dare I say shocked. Why is this? The West is underscored by a foundation of individuality. People are resources to achieve objectives, tools for personal gain, disposed when they are unneeded. Is this picture harsh or a vision of reality? When charity is shared, the recipient feels obligated to return the favor. They cannot loose the sense of debt, the give and take relationship which ebbs and flows in society. The second film I wish to note is "Evan Almighty" (2007), directed by Tom Shadyac. In this particular narrative, God asks Evan Baxter, the anchor now senator, to build an ark before a flood arrives. Reluctant, Evan dismisses the commission and continues to go forth with his personal challenge to "change the world". The animals begin arriving and Evan's physical appearance drastically changes. So he decides to follow through. As the film closes, Evan converses with God and discovers the deeper meaning of his large boat. People change the world by building a personal A.R.K. A random act of kindness can change the world.

The church I attend is deciding to show kindness in the county it resides in. The series title captures the thought well: "Random Acts of Christmas". But the series is built on a foundation with deeper roots, a mantra, a mindset of service. We are giving ourselves away. In this Christmas season, the church community is showing kindness to complete strangers with acts of kindness. The catch is very simple: pay it forward and nominate someone truly in need this season. Groceries for a year, gas for a year, a college scholarship and two cars are part of the list being given away to families. Why is a church willing to do this? Why are people willing to do this? This statement is now reduced to a cliche, but the staying power continues to remain in effect. St. Paul writes, "It is more blessed to give than to receive."

As the race for the White House continues to draw near, the call for public service continues to be studied. And oddly enough, studies confirm the validity of this challenge. Research notes people who volunteer have higher feelings of satisfaction than those who don't. But will imposing service diminish willing participants? Time will tell. It appears citizens are deciding to dive in without the call of the government. They are deciding to leverage the abilities and talents they have for the sake of others, without expectation of return. Humans always compare themselves with others, focused on who has what, who lacks what. And it is always easier to hope others will take the initiative, but why wait?

As Christmas draws near, I cannot help but remember George Bailey. "It's a Wonderful Life" (1946), directed by Frank Capra, returns once again Christmas Eve. I am thankful to say I have it on DVD now, and will no longer suffer through advertisements before the story returns. As I think about this kind fellow, wonderfully portrayed by Jimmy Stewart, I see a man who gives himself away the duration of the film. He decides to forgo college so his younger brother can; a newlywed, he gives his money for the honeymoon to the town's citizens. He passes on a lucrative investment opportunity to bring shelter to those who need it. And when a large sum of money is misplaced, he wonders whether his giving has been in vain. He begins to pray at the bar in a scene a good friend of mine believes is one of the best in film history. I am inclined to agree. His good friend Clarence shows him how wonderful his life is, how many people he has helped. Those people rally to help him. In the closing scene, friends and family descend on the Bailey's. My eyes tear up thinking about it. It is good to share kindness with others, with both friends and those not known on a personal level.

St. Paul references his life as a "drink offering, poured out in the service of others." Genuine benevolence is the drained fluid. Even Jesus, executed as a radical revolutionary by religious leaders, literally drained his life for others with the puncture of his side on a death cross. Kindness and charity are replenished through solitude, through personal cost, through meditation, through friends. No man is a failure who has friends. So when the Christmas season has passed, when March 22nd arrives, when it is simply another day in work, in school, in lunch, in front of the computer, the television, remember to raise a glass for giving yourself away for others the year round. Why? Love, pure love for all. Then drain the cup dry and start over.