BECOMING GENUINE DAILY

"Sever"

"You cannot be lonely if you like the person you are alone with." --Wayne Dyer

"Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is." --William Jay

The latest figure reports 200 million active MySpace accounts. And although thousands of accounts are constructed with the intention of spamming, the majority leverage this emerging platform to showcase musical abilities, amateur video and personal hobbies. Call it self-branding, the art of making a mark in the limitless arena of cyberspace. This platform is revolutionary, but what are the side effects? Or looking back further, what impact is the web as a whole having on relationships? A vision of creating deeper ties, it is slowly driving gaps, barriers in personal communication. For instance, consider e-mail. A remarkable tool, e-mail is truly astounding. Photos, documents, spreadsheets and music travel the globe in moments. But note this: a recent report outlines e-mail overload, a chronicle of the working man who checks his inbox 7-10 times a day. I cannot leave out PDA owners either, the Palm and the aptly named "Crack"Berry addicts who depart the dinner table when the ping of a new mail arrives.

I marvel at the prospect of technology and truly give thanks for the minds that advance the possibilities that evolve each day. But I choose to recognize the power of disconnecting too, living "off the grid" from time to time. Having stated this, the difficulty arises in executing. Cable will be connected at my home this Saturday, along with a moving marvel termed broadband. I decided to bundle this package, but omitted the option of a home telephone. While my logic is built on cost, I am only now recognizing this emerging truth: I am still tied to the grid. My mobile phone is the only method of accessibility. Until this point in time, the phone is turned completely off at night. Once planning to continue with this approach, my mother advised against this course of action. Emergencies may arise and my family will need to reach me. Accordingly, the phone will be set to vibrate now during what Sinatra calls "the wee small hours of the morning."

Another question surfaces: is complete solitude truly possible? One's initial inclination might turn to no, but stepping away from the gadgets that bind is attainable. It seems to me that solitude will require a lifetime of mastering. Even when the noise ceases, the mind continues to process thoughts, unfinished tasks, chores requiring attention, dishes awaiting storage. Oddly enough, men and women wish to "break free" (according to Queen) from relationships at times too. In fact, I dialogue on this paradox with a good friend sporadically. He outlines his frustration with people, a sentiment I share from time to time. But life is boring without people to become frustrated with. Arguments, forgiveness, celebration and love require two or more. I look forward to sharing these realities in good time with a spouse. I'm not excited over the fights that will arise, but know unique creatures like humans irritate one another.

According to my research, the Scriptures reveal sentences built on keywords of community outnumber statements of solitude three to one. God shares his heart early in the Genesis narrative: "It is not good for man to be alone." Humans blur the words "alone" and "lonely" from time to time. I know I do. While these words seem interchangeable, they are distinct. Both are adjectives, but describe unique realities. Personally speaking, I live alone; no other people reside under my roof. Loneliness is a feeling remedied with a phone call. Why? Because I share the bond of community with friends. For some reason, our personalities, while distinct, mesh when we share a meal or a hand of cards. Relationship is the antidote for loneliness. And yet, even in community, friendship with others, loneliness still arises. For many, it is the absence of a spouse, a man or woman one can be completely "naked" with, both physically and emotionally.

While it is always easier to single out differences in cultures and ethnicities, focusing on the goodness that lives within is the noble path. I recently read a story in TIME magazine about a Jew, an Arab and a Muslim sharing a meal in the middle of the ravaged Middle East. To those familiar with the relations between these groups, this account seems unthinkable. But they continue to do so regularly, completely aware of the dangers that lie outside the home walls. They disagree on theology, dress, food, politics and the name of God, but understand the thread of humanity runs deep in the veins. Despite the media reports, this friendship is going the distance.

I sporadically ponder what value my abilities create in the lives of others. The church I attend is continually sharing a phrase not only for the Christmas season, but a focus for living well into the coming months, years: "give yourself away". Incidentally, this news is not new. And reports indicate people find deep joy helping others. Society is becoming increasingly concerned with the welfare of others. Perhaps it is the intervention or recognition celebrities bring. George Clooney and Don Cheadle continue to be noted for the attention they draw to Darfur. Bono continues to do this, the focus of his life's pursuit. In the song "Kite" he writes, "I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to live; and when I'm flat on my back, I hope to feel like I did." Recognition of the global economy will always bring awareness to the living conditions, the budget, the culture, the people of nations, countries, cities, provinces, villages. A recent story I looked over outlines reconciliation through coffee. Previously warring countrymen are coming together in Rwanda to harness the fields of coffee available. And a wage from sales is going to the widows of genocide, to the growers and set aside for microcredit loans to aspiring entrepreneurs. It is not good for man to be alone. Call it joy through java.

"Solo"

"Silence is a source of great strength." --Lao Tzu

"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone." --Arthur Schopenhauer

In my humble belief, moving is not a joyous experience. Although family members and friends come together to achieve a common objective, stress flares up from time to time. Recently moving to my first home, I decided to streamline the process, consumed with simplicity. My bedroom was packed and moved to the den, arranged for quick pickup. A good friend helped me load in forty minutes and we headed to the house. My father and another friend awaited our arrival. And we unloaded the truck in twenty minutes. Fatigued, I spent the day in relaxation, ready to unbox the next day. As I consider the reality around me, a simple truth emerges: I am alone. Oddly enough, this feeling is without deep emotion. I will truly miss living with my family and the relationship building, but know going forward is not only good, but necessary.

In the Scriptures, God studies the first man and notices a disparity. Each animal is part of a pair; one is a complement to the other. But the man is standing alone. God recognizes this reality and decides to intervene, stating, "It is not good for man to be alone." Accordingly, he creates a woman. In fact, the bond the two share is literal: the woman is created from the man's rib. I am astounded with the staying power of the aforementioned statement: it is not good to be alone. But I live alone now. No one is waiting for me when I return home. And while I enjoy the freedom of this 'organic' time schedule, the presence of knowing another is near is the meditation of my heart. My search is for a complement, a companion, a partner, a half, a spouse, a wife. It is not good to be alone. At times though, it is.

Timing varies with whom I ask, but the conclusion remains the same: live by yourself for a season. Perhaps I am conflicted with moving withdrawal. I am eager to enjoy the presence of another. Ironically, this is the exception in Western thought. The role of the individual and his or her personal success is highly prized. The role of team success is growing, but it still tends to be overshadowed by the efforts of one person. Ponder the meaning of the Pixar success "Cars" (2006), directed by John Lasseter. Lightning McQueen fires his pit crew early in the film, unconcerned with the assistance they are willing to give. Mack and his shallow agent are his only friends left. But taking a wrong turn, he discovers a small town, Radiator Springs. In time, he discovers the value of letting others help and "slowing down".

And when moments of "slowing down" arrive, solitude is necessary. Alamoth writes a psalm (prayer) and records this word from above: "Be still and know that I am God." In the moments of silence, clarity arrives. When one studies the life of Jesus, he is often identified with the crowd, teaching, rebuking, healing. But the Scriptures reveal a phrase that repeats consistently: "He withdrew". To reference "Cars" once more, Sally leads Lightning to a unique place. Inching towards the cliff, Lightning poses a simple question: "How did you end up here?" With a simple smile, she replies, "I fell in love." With a mutter, Lightning wonders who the lucky vehicle is: "Corvette?" She replies, "No. With this." The camera turns to capture the valley below, the wondrous beauty stunning animation cannot fully capture.

At times, solitude is very important. Prayer comes to mind, for when distractions are commonplace, focus lapses and the mind turns to other thoughts, obligations, chores, opportunities. An Estonian Proverb states, "Silence is sometimes the answer." While many cannot sit in silence for even a few moments, I believe it is important for clarity, understanding. And although the mind wonders, it seems to inevitably settle on what is truly important in the moment, what matters most at a given point in time. I say this from personal experience. Retreats also underscore this idea. Spouses part ways for a weekend. They may spend time with others in group settings, but time alone is emphasized too.

The thought of death has roamed in my mind at times today. Not my personal death, but the passing of a loved one. His time is coming soon and I have shared my goodbyes recently. As I consider his departure in terms of this piece, I know he is not alone. His family has gathered around him in the hospital, and they will do so at his funeral. Strangers I have no personal connection with are coming to express words of light, ways in which their life is better by crossing paths with his. But I also know so many are passing away this moment throughout the world without a proper memorial, friends to share thoughts of joy, hope, strength. My heart weeps for them. U2 penned a song on their 2004 album "How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb" that captures the importance of looking to another: "Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own".

God is the author of community. Back in the Genesis narrative, before God creates man, he makes a very unique statement, easily overlooked with a passing glance: "Let us make man in our image". Us. Plural. More than one. More than two. This commune is known as the Trinity: God, Jesus, and the Spirit, each distinct and yet in eternal connection, eternal dance. Thoreau writes, "I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." While his thought is valid, it falls short after time. Walden is important for a season, but embracing the touch of another is vital for a lifetime of mental and spiritual formation. Because I can't make it on my own.

"Focus"

"The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives."
--William James

"Revolution begins with the self, in the self."
--Toni Cade Bambara

"A Time to Kill", directed by Joel Schumacher, fell into theaters in 1996. But it was not until recently I sat down with this film. I was unprepared for the film's opening as my eyes welled with tears. After the angst settled, I inched forward in my chair, fixated with the upcoming scenes. Carl Lee Hailey, in anguish over the rape of his daughter, waits in the side door of the courtroom. Without notice, he rushes down the hall, killing the men responsible, dropping his gun and returning to the refuge of his home. Moments later, he is escorted to jail to face murder charges. Attorney Jake Brigance decides to defend Hailey's actions and show his behavior is justified. What follows in his quest for justice is the resurgence of the local Ku Klux Klan chapter, violence, betrayal, tears, and hits on his life. As the film turns toward closing, Jake's home is in ashes. His dog Max is nowhere to be found and his colleague Harry Rex is asking him to drop the case before he dies. Turning his head down and then looking up with soot on his face and red in his eyes, Jake replies, "No, I can't. I won't. I'm not going to quit. I quit now and all this is for nothing." Jake looks to his left and a faint bark rises in the brush. And Max bursts forth to find Jake smiling, more determined than ever.

I am discovering revolutions take time. While a handful are brief (military coups), the majority fan out over years, perhaps decades. For instance, the Industrial Revolution spanned much of the 18th century. The Civil Rights Revolution spans 1954-1968, but even now, upholding equality is still a subject of discussion and clarification, debate and division. And the Information Revolution, underscored with the World Wide Web, continues to surprise. Information available to everyone with a personal computer and access to this "highway" is truly staggering. In fact, the problem is too much information; sifting through knowledge is daunting. As revolutions evolve over time, calm resolve is needed. With this in mind, study this definition of revolution: choosing to stay the course at all times. Shifty leaders cannot facilitate revolutions. They look to the next idea or cause and tend to fall away at the first signs of conflict, resistance, boredom.

Resolve is the natural extension of revolution. And leaders who understand this principle stay focused when hope is tested, when odds seem insurmountable. It is imperative to look for the guidance of these men and women. George Washington, Lincoln and Roosevelt come to mind, as does Martin Luther King Jr. and Jesus. Each understand the larger picture and grasp what is necessary to bring it from thought to reality. In fact, husband and wife affirm the aforementioned statement in the wedding ceremony. Resolve is vital to solid marriage. But unfortunately, many spouses choose otherwise, and thus the divorce rate continues to hold at 50%. And knowing people who have parted ways, fear pricks my spirit from time to time as I ponder the intensity of the marriage commitment. But I then hearken to pop culture and the wisdom of Wilson Wilson on "Home Improvement". It is rare to find an episode in which Tim heads to the fence to seek advice from his kind neighbor. I recall Tim once asking Wilson (or should I say Wilson?) why men and women stay together. After chatting, Tim realized as he began conversing with his wife Jill that the marriage vow between spouses is renewed each day with these words, spoken or unspoken: "I choose you." Revolution is choosing to stay the course.

King Solomon writes in the book of ancient wisdom, the Proverbs, "In his heart a man plans his course..." I also know that in life, exercising resolve is noble. From time to time, I flip through the channels in the afternoon and stumble on the Maury Povich show. I don't know if this subject is simply good for ratings, but the show headline always seems to read, "Who is the father?" or "I will find the father" or "Are you the father"? Amidst the censored obscenities, a mother is trying to determine who is connected by blood to her young children by paternity tests. And while the results are outlandish with cheers from innocent men and inconsolable mothers, some fathers choose to stay and raise the children. Though this can be accomplished off national airwaves, the decision is noble nonetheless. Turn your eyes to Iraq for a moment. While President Bush is continually criticized, no one can deny his resolve to succeed in this country currently at a tipping point. Of course, "success" will be unique to define and will take many years. Even his speeches have been peppered with the phrase "stay the course".

In "The Patriot" (2000), directed by Roland Emmerich, a vivid scene reveals Benjamin Martin (Mel Gibson) in shock and grief over the death of his son Gabriel. His good friend Harry Burwell (Chris Cooper) shares some simple advice: "Stay the course." Still unsure, Martin discovers the flag his son continually worked on during the course of the war, stitched together at last. He chooses to rejoin the militia and walk side by side with his men to victory over the Redcoats. Revolutions do not begin in mass numbers. When one looks to another to make the first move, they may or may not take action. But when I stop to think, I recognize this simple truth: I can act with or without others. This bold step can be frightening, but the underlying hope is others will decide to follow, each having made the choice for himself or herself. And the collection of the masses brings sweeping change.

It is important to remember that diligence in a specific course of action can be misguided from time to time. I recall working my first job for six years, from late high school into college. Seniority provided flexible scheduling and I enjoyed the people I worked with. But as I reflected on graduation, I noticed complacency masked itself as comfort. I needed fresh change, for staying the course would lead me into a career I did not envision myself in. Accordingly, I drew up a resignation letter and inhaled the air of bold change. This is also why I write. While I know my beliefs are grounded, I wish to explore spiritual formation in new ways, unwilling to accept practice and principle simply for the sake of tradition. This is bold, but in my humble belief, necessary to growth in character and wisdom. Change is truly a growth opportunity, a phrase my colleagues at work like to use. Arnold Bennett writes, "Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts."

I welcome the revolutions that make life better; whether they are simply gadgets that create additional convenience or laziness is another story. I'm referring to ideas that begin as whispers and slowly gain traction. Word begins to spread further and further. Microcredit is a revolution. Buddhist monks marching peacefully in Myanmar is a revolution. Equality under the law is a revolution. Speaking your mind freely is a revolution. Writing your thoughts publicly is a revolution. Selfless sacrifice is a revolution. Eliminating AIDS in Africa is a revolution. A revolution beats in the heart, sparks the mind and puts the hands in motion. Revolutionaries stay focused even when hope of accomplishment dwindles, even when others decide to drop out. They see the vision they have cast and continually paint the canvas of what can be, the hope of a brighter next day, the hope of smile words cannot express, the hope a love beyond the scope of man will transcend time and space to reside in reality. Love in the moment, love for a lifetime, is indeed the revolution.

The "R" Word

"Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly and modestly."
--Mao Tse-Tung

"When you invite people to think, you are inviting revolution."
--Ivana Gabara

Forrest Gump continues to ruminate on his life stories as bench mates come and go. At one point, he recalls his decision to become a shrimp boat captain, birthed from his promise to Bubba, a Vietnam buddy. Stumbling into remarkable success, the shrimp haul continues to grow and a good friend decides to watch over his financial affairs. Gump puts it this way: "Lieutenant Dan got me invested in some kind of fruit company. So then I got a call from him, saying we don't have to worry about money no more." I remember the letterhead Forrest pulled from the mailbox--a colored apple is centered at the top of the page. This "fruit company" continues to lead the way in technical innovation. In 2006, Apple sold 39.4 million iPods and this number continues to rise. The Shuffle, Nano and Classic have been redesigned numerous times, further adding to sales. And on June 29th, the company introduced the iPhone: one million units sold in 74 days. The iPod and iPhone have been deemed revolutionary.

A proverb states, "Revolutions never go backwards." But as my eyes look to the small nation of Myanmar, I begin to question the staying power of this statement. Frustrated and fatigued with the ruling military junta, Buddhist monks turned to the streets, deciding to protest. Numerous marches have taken place and civilians took notice, even joining the spiritual leaders. Unfortunately, soldiers and riot police are initiating a crackdown; the official death toll is 10, but citizens think it is higher. An article recently published in TIME is entitled "Anatomy of a Failed Revolution". Writer Andrew Marshall spent time in the country during the protests and documented his experiences. What stays with me from this article is the mantra the monks continued to repeat, so simple, so powerful: "Let everyone be free from harm. Let everyone be free from anger. Let everyone be free from hardship." The humanitarian crisis is deepening as malaria deaths grow, malnourishment spreads, and residents struggle to live under a dollar a day. International pressure is mounting and the seeds are planted. Perhaps this revolution is simply undergoing a hiccup. Internationally recognized Buddhist leader Thich Nhat Hanh states, "It is already a success because if monks are imprisoned or have died, they have offered their spiritual leadership. And it is up to the people in Burma and the world to continue."

It seems to me the word "revolution" is used very casually, ascribed to phones and televisions, toothpaste and video games. And when one stops to consider the services or products that create convenience and comfort in life, "revolutionary" appears to be a fitting attribute. Advancements in technology are startling, drawing roots from Gutenberg and the printing press, Edison and the light bulb, Bell and the telephone. One cannot leave out the refrigerator, the washer and dryer, and the microwave. What can I say about the World Wide Web? Information is seemingly limitless, communication is instant, and self-branding is commonplace. But strikingly, millions live without these "gadgets" on a daily basis. While it rarely occurs, I am always humbled when the power goes out in our home. The television image instantly vanishes, the hum of the air conditioner slowly fades, and the lights usher in the darkness. What does one do? Revolutionary appliances are worthless for the upcoming minutes (or hours). Candles are extracted from the closet and another "revolutionary" item makes an appearance...the match.

When I truly ponder the word "revolution", violence is the first synonym I recollect. Looking back into history, I remember the American and French Revolution, the Bolshevik and Civil Rights Revolution. While the struggle for blacks to gain equality under the law is often deemed a "movement", violence was commonplace, and thus, in my belief, it is a revolution. The word, even when spoken, has the sound of might surrounding it. But it is always refreshing to study revolutions without the sword, the firearm. Consider the Industrial Revolution or the Information Revolution [Enlightenment], the Hippie Revolution or the Green Revolution currently on the upswing. Unlike trends though, revolutions are not faddish and do not fade after fickle early adopters or leaders look to emerging ideas. Revolutions incite change for the long-term. Consider the importance of living "greener". Even skeptics are beginning to acknowledge the world has warmed. Understanding the ramifications of energy consumption is of deep importance. Why? What do we wish to bequeath our children? What legacy do we wish to leave? Dirty air, zero trees, and unnecessary waste? I know I don't. I am already amazed at the advancements: hybrids, solar power, wind power, and light bulbs capable of lasting five years. Caring for the planet is not the responsibility of tree huggers.

Not surprisingly, "revolution" is also a word used within the church. I sporadically hear pastors invite members to initiate one in the community, in the state, in politics, in relationships. What intrigues me is this word appears  only once in the Scriptures. In context, Jesus is speaking about the temple and the coming time when "every stone will be thrown down." He tells his followers to not be afraid even when they hear "of wars and revolutions." As for Jesus, he was deemed a revolutionary, a man who would not stop disrupting the spiritual status quo. Accordingly, enemies temporarily joined forces and commissioned his execution. For many, he died a nobody, a lunatic full of pipe dream ideas. But others began to say he was walking the streets once again. Their courage intensified as the Romans began to violently lash out, destroying the temple in the year 70. And more people continued to be part of this community.

I have decided following Jesus is the best way to live and enjoy being part of this community despite the stereotypes and shortcomings. While many will think this decision is silly, my beliefs are unfounded, and God is simply the invention of man, I choose to believe otherwise and orient my life around this belief. In other words, I choose to study the words of Jesus and practice them. And what I discover in the teachings of Jesus are the seeds of revolution, not a movement with swords, but mercy, clothing the poor, providing food to the hungry, restoration to the displaced. In fact, a recent poll I looked over noted that people find deep satisfaction helping others. Go figure. The teachings of Jesus are counter cultural: forgiving when it is not merited, assisting when it is easier to keep driving, paying when the wallet is lean already. I continually discover that when one chooses to help another, the act returns in full, many times when it is least expected. It seems the teachings of Jesus are revolutionary.

The Beatles once asked, "You say you want a revolution?" According to the dictionary, "revolution" means "a turn around." And while many think revolutions begin with the masses, they tend to start with one person deciding to choose otherwise. On the brink of America's forthcoming independence from England, Patrick Henry uttered a revolutionary comment in front of the Virginia House of Burgesses: "I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" A friend of mine always closes a seminar he gives about Rosa Parks and her decision to choose otherwise. Refusing to give up her seat, the bus driver tells her she will be arrested. Firm and prepared, she echoes the words of Henry: "I knew someone had to take the first step and I made up my mind not to move." I have discovered the power of this resolve in my own life. If I wait for others to take the first step, it may never happen. Pride keeps people from moving forward; they look to others and think it is incumbent upon them to "blink" first. Ironically, while this approach to life seems arrogant, I see inherent humility. While the decision to live as a person of change is bold, understanding the risks should no doubt increase the awareness of the possibility of failure. Deep wisdom comes through failure though. Revolutions, like Burma, may "fail" for a season, but the seeds are in the earth and in the minds of onlookers. And amazing change comes in good time.

References:

Marshall, Andrew. "Anatomy of a Failed Revolution".
TIME, October 22, 2007, 30-35.

"Eco"

"I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in."
--John Muir

"The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man."
--Unknown

Apparently, "green" acres are becoming popular (unlike the television show). Ithaca, New York is a prime example. What's more, this village embodies the spirit of the commune. But the residents are quick to dismiss a simple label. This collective group of families live on 175 acres of land, regularly share meals together, and tend the adjacent organic farm. And while the village is still part of the electrical grid, the group estimates it has an ecological impact 40% smaller than that of a comparable mainstream community. Cultivating (no pun intended) a green lifestyle is becoming standard for many, with visibility continually spreading. Starting from a slide show, former Vice President Al Gore's documentary, An Inconvenient Truth, has targeted the effects of global warming. Businesses are revamping energy usage, light bulbs are lasting longer, and the term "carbon footprint" is becoming common language. Is a green revolution on the horizon? Or is it simply a faddish trend?

While many fail to grasp the full implications, global warming is truly becoming a debated subject. Scientists fall on each side of the argument, many firm in its existence, others hesitant to acknowledge. But does this subject matter have deeper roots? Does caring for the planet have spiritual implications? While many may disagree with me, I will not hesitate to say yes. Look back to the narrative in Genesis and consider this comment. God is conversing with Adam and Eve, stating, "Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground." Notice the italicized word? Subdue...this is the word in question, for what synonyms come to mind? Overcome, suppress, control, tame, discipline and restrain can be discovered in the dictionary. And unfortunately, this is the approach man brings to his environment. Although he is referring to humanity, I remember a remark Agent Smith made to Morpheus in "The Matrix" (1999), directed by Andy & Larry Wachowski. Removing his earpiece, Smith smugly glances at Morpheus and reveals his revelation: "Every mammal on this planet develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area." In short, he deems humanity a virus.

This truth is sobering. And remember, I did use the word truth. Oil consumption in emerging countries continues to grow as does the corresponding pollutants. It's vexing, but for many, conservation seems to be subject matter for elementary school. But as the aging process unfolds, the consumption patterns follow. And this is a good segue for another word: entitlement. In God's commission to Adam and Eve, it appears at first glance he is extending ownership to them. But I think otherwise when I consider this thought by the ancient king David: "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it, the world and all who live in it." What I notice in this declaration is a simple truth--God owns the earth. I continue to be humbled with advances in technology, harnessing elements in nature for profound energy output. But when does this ability become excess? When does unnecessary waste become visible?

Numerous followers of Christ dismiss the importance of resource stewardship, holding to the view the earth is a sinking ship and all resources should be extracted for personal needs. But when St. Paul teaches, he shares otherwise, remarking, "Creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay." Perhaps this bondage results with Adam's fruit fumble and the toil for food he now faces, the sweat for meals. Surprisingly, the word "steward" is used only as a noun in the Scriptures, the person in charge of overseeing the household affairs. But over time, this word has evolved into a verb, indicative of personal responsibility. In fact, it is often used in terms of wealth management. But like dollars and cents, every one has limited resources, including the earth. And it will yield these resources until the well is dry. But when one considers the word renewable, amazing possibilities arise. For instance, when water is fully harnessed in good time, pollution will drastically fall and lungs will inhale cleaner air. Currently, a debate revolves around ethanol, harnessing corn as alternative energy for vehicles. But once again, corn is nonrenewable and the costs will be shifted elsewhere.

Jesus constantly references the "kingdom of God" in his teachings and references these words: "restoration" and "redemption" and "recreation". And he invites his listeners to walk into this current reality, this way of life here and now. Furthermore, the Scriptures reveal "a new earth" unfolding when all is restored. This is a glimpse of "heaven" for me, the reality outside my window as it should be--no steel or bricks, asphalt or cement, skyscrapers or particulate matter, acid rain or smog. I envision the flowers no eye has ever seen, growing only to reveal its color for its maker, streams that calm my soul, a breeze that chills my arms. I recently picked up The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman. He argues the world is growing smaller through globalization and communication. While I agree with this statement, I wish to share a story. Two years ago I took my first cruise with my brother and headed to Cozumel, Mexico. And while many memories stay with me, I will not forget standing on the ship's deck and looking in four directions, knowing I am completely surrounded by water extending to each horizon. For anyone willing, write this book...The World is Big.

Like all disciplines, I have trained myself to look for opportunities to reduce waste and curb excess wherever possible. What does this look like? Consider this. From time to time, I notice the faucet running in the office restroom. Perhaps the previous gentleman accidentally left it on. I turn it off. I recycle all plastic bottles, cans, boxes, glass, and papers that pass through our home, going behind my siblings when they fail to. I have two friends who jab me for always using the hand dryer when it's available at gas stations and restaurants. They call me a "tree hugger". Perhaps I should pick up a tee shirt with this text on it because I have discovered I am. I love the planet I live on and wish to instill this attitude in my children. Americans tend to be short-sighted, but preserving what exists now is vital for upcoming generations. And while the efforts I have partaken in are small, the collective impact is staggering.

Caring for the earth is a spiritual practice. And while this involvement varies by person, again, the smallest efforts create considerable results. Men and women are invited to be caretakers with God, joining in the restoration of this "third rock from the sun". And perhaps this invitation becomes motivation when one considers the surrounding beauty. This feeling takes anchor and the desire to watch over it rises in the soul. John Burroughs states, "I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order." When I consider the size of this planet (8,000 miles wide), I know work is needed. And I am thankful for others who accompany words with actions, spearheading conservation efforts, and inspire others in the process. The temperature reached about seventy four today and a continual breeze drifted across the air. For me, this is but a glimpse of heaven. My senses are in order again.

References:

Walsh, Bryan. "Green Acres."
TIME, September 17 2007, 55.

"Snap"

"I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him."
--Booker T. Washington

"Hate punishes love."
--Abbe Yeux-verdi

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold entered Columbine High School April 20, 1999 and gunned down 12 students and one teacher before committing suicide. What followed was a sparked debate over the role video games play in the creation and escalation of violence. "The Matrix" entered theaters the previous month and also fell under the microscope of parent groups and politicians. Although the memories of this day are slowly slipping from my mind, a song continues to stay with me: "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park. My sister owns Hybrid Theory, the album this song is part of, and I remember her listening to it shortly after the shootings. Anguished and equally upset, I walked into my sister's room and expressed my disdain for the song, surprised the anger failed to phase her emotions. What surprises me is that seven years have passed and I truly enjoy this song...the beat is catchy and the lyrics are potent. But when I contemplate  the words in light of Columbine, the parallels become clearer. Hate lives inside everyone. Many keep it caged well; others vocalize it through music, film and books. And still others allow it to build up. They tuck it away, but it festers, itches, swells. And a solitary word or action push them past the breaking point.

Coincidentally, as I write this article two films focusing on hate are headed to theaters. The first is "Death Sentence", directed by James Wan. Kevin Bacon portrays Nick Hume, a father willing to do whatever it takes to avenge his murdered son. The second film is "The Brave One", directed by Neil Jordan. Jodie Foster portrays Erica, a wife consumed with revenge after her husband is beaten to death. Notice the key words in the aforementioned statements: "avenge" and "revenge". While unique in spelling, the definitions are identical. Each film is distinct and yet similar too, blurring the line. Does society applaud vigilantes? Each asks the quintessential question: "How far will you go?" "The Boondock Saints" (1999), directed by Troy Duffy, asked this complex question at the film's close. The story follows two brothers who decide it's time to wipe out the Russian mob and Italian Mafia in Boston, believing this mission is directed by God. As the credits begin to roll, average citizens are asked if the brothers' actions are justified. Many think God is responsible for justice, others are indifferent, and some cheer the boys on.

Brian Garfield, the author of Death Wish and author of the novel that inspired "Death Sentence", (also a 1974 film by the same title starring Charles Bronson) states, "People are just sort of simmering with the kind of anger that they can't really define, and this kind of movie gives them some kind of release." But what exactly is this "anger" Garfield alludes to? Is it anger that criminals are wrongfully released, back on the streets? Is it anger women and children are victims of violent crimes? Or is it anger society feels helpless in responding from time to time? Each plays a role at one point or another. And society singles out those who respond, lifting them up. In my belief, it comes as no surprise Batman is a celebrated hero. In fact, the original "Batman", (1989), directed by Tim Burton, was on television this afternoon. As Bruce Wayne prepares to track down the Joker, Vicki Vale is escorted into the bat cave by Alfred, discovering the true identity of the Dark Knight. Rightfully confused, she asks Wayne, "Why do you have to do this?" Pausing briefly, he replies, "Because nobody else can."

A good friend commented on the Middle East last year through two articles. He composed these think pieces as "Syriana" (2005) and "Munich" (2005) grabbed audience attention. He penned a phrase I will never forget: "reactive reciprocity leaves everyone dead." I understand this phenomenon better as I stayed up to 1 A.M. recently watching a CNN special entitled "God's Warriors". Six hours in length, the segments outline the similarities and dramatic differences between Christ followers, Jews, and Muslims. Chief international correspondent Christine Amanpour captures the animosity between Jews and Muslims well. I discovered in deeper detail the sustained feud heavily resides in who has claim to the West Bank. And unfortunately, diplomacy never seems to resolve this bloody problem...revenge is the chief motivation, for each despise one another. Consider this passage in the Torah. In Leviticus 19:18, God speaks to Moses and states, "Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself." While this command sounds like the teaching of Jesus, stricter Pharisees believed it implied this additional teaching: "Hate your enemy."

In the book of Proverbs, King Solomon writes repeatedly on the subject of adultery and the calamity it creates. The reason for "healthy" jealously is simple--love. Husbands are jealous for a wife's love, a son's love, a daughter's love. And when someone steals this love permanently through adultery (and crime), emptiness consumes the heart and hate gains traction. Solomon writes, "For jealously arouses a husband's fury, and he will show no mercy when he takes revenge." Jesus invites the willing to love their enemies. The simplicity and intensity of this teaching fall on deaf ears over and over, but it remains nonetheless. For many, God is synonymous with goodness and love. But understanding he hates specific behavior is a vexing thought to ponder. Incidentally, society scorns individuals who engage in these particular practices too: pride, lying, murder, extortion and trouble making. 

"To End All Wars" (2001), directed by David Cunningham, truly outlines the action of loving one's enemies. This particular film follows the true story of Ernest Gordon and three other Allied POW's who endure deep mistreatment from their Japanese captors during World War II. This is a far cry from efforts on both sides during this hellish conflict. Surrenders were few and far between; soldiers acted as both the judge and the jury, rarely granting mercy. But I wonder how much hate truly existed. The enlisted answered the country's call and they stepped forward to serve bravely, unaware of the mental anguish it takes to extinguish the life of another. Corporal Upham's tears and temporary disillusionment come to mind in "Saving Private Ryan" (1998), directed by Steven Spielberg. As I consider the present Middle East though, hatred is better pronounced. It's becoming difficult to peruse the headlines without a story on suicide bombing dotting the news lineup. And while the United States has numerous problems and is hated by many, I will not live anywhere else. I love my country very much.

Kevin Bacon recently commented on his character in "Death Sentence": "At the end you don't see the hero step out into the sunlight and the music swells and he's triumphed. He really is broken. Everything he cares about he has destroyed by picking up a sword." I would surmise Jodie Foster echoes a similar sentiment on her character's destiny. Robert the Bruce's father, inching nearer to death, thinks he has words of wisdom for his son in "Braveheart" (1995), directed by Mel Gibson. He states, "At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king." Opening the chamber door, calm and firm in his tone, Robert replies, "My hate...will die with you." This exchange represents the nature of men and women, creatures capable of sacrificial love and scathing hate. And unfortunately, many Christ followers are tagged with this moniker of hate. While few will continually perpetuate this label, many will respond with humble words, a helping hand, a moment of kindness without desire for compensation. English duo Peter & Gordon capture these actions best with a 1964 tune: "I don't care what they say, I won't stay in a world without love."

References:

Halbfinger, David M. "Unease in the Air and Revenge on the Screen."
The New York Times, August 31, 2007.

"Panorama"

"When I counted up my demons, saw there was one for every day.  With the good ones on my shoulders, I drove the other ones away."
--Coldplay, "Everything's Not Lost"

"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."
--Chuck Palahniuk

"Mission: Impossible 2", directed by John Woo, arrived in theaters the summer of 2000.  While the film lacks the gripping story of its predecessor, the stunt sequences quickly captured audience attention.  I was drawn to the melody of the opening frames; the well-known "Mission: Impossible" theme played in the background and gradually unfurled into the opening credits.  But through a quick search, I discovered the song was actually a remix entitled "Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit.  I pondered the lyrics and discovered the last two lines of the chorus sadly echo reality, whether one is willing to admit it or not: "Now I know why you want to hate me, cause hate is all the world has ever seen lately."  Checking the headlines on a daily basis, I discover affirmation of this statement.  And while it seems the concentration of hate lies in the Middle East, this mindset crosses all geographical boundaries.  Hate resides in Sudan, India, China, Russia, the United Kingdom and the United States...its presence lingers around the globe.

What leads men and women into hate?  Is it jealously or feelings of superiority, greed or indifference, betrayal or religion?  Perhaps each plays a role from time to time.  But perhaps it is a deeper dilemma, a feeling, a belief within.  Everyone seems to know the world is off base, wounded, hurting.  The Scriptures speak about the first man and woman in the Garden, at peace, enjoying shalom with God.  But evil lurks and appears as a snake.  He invites the man and woman to eat fruit from the restricted tree, stating, "You will be like God, knowing good and evil."  And so they eat, aware they are nude, now ashamed of a body no longer clothed.  Accordingly, they are exiled from the Garden.  And thus begins the tumultuous journey of humanity.  "Hate" first appears in Joseph's story, a boy who dreams he will rule over his family members.  A Hebrew word for "hate" is satam and means "bear a grudge".  Another translation reads, ironically, "to cherish animosity against".  And notice the new word if the last letter of satam is changed to "n".  Satan is comically stereotyped and humorously portrayed in cartoons, but he is generally regarded as the complete manifestation of evil, the being humanity associates hatred with.  In fact, "Bedazzled" (2000), directed by Harold Ramis, presents Satan as a tempting female as Elizabeth Hurley portrays the prince of darkness.  And another question lingers too: as an angel, can he take human form?

The web is a primary resource to vocalize hate and the vigilant have maximized its exposure; top results in searches include the definition of "hate" in Wikipedia, a band simply known as HATE, a directory of hate groups listed on the web, and individual websites devoted to hating homosexuals, men, women, Google, Starbucks, clowns and television commercials, to name a handful.  Other top results include sites passionate about advancing tolerance and dialogue, incidentally remedies of the aforementioned sites.  Hate is the foundation of wars.  I call to mind the Civil War and cannot escape the lament it invokes.  Regions drew battle lines, clashed, and families were torn apart; brothers became enemies.  And a soldier's words continue to stay with me: "I killed my brother with malice in my heart."  This nation also carries the scars of racism, the ignorant mistake a man's skin color makes him less human.  But through numerous struggles and the efforts of steadfast leaders, notably Martin Luther King Jr., healing is continuing to take place.

Jesus makes a bold statement during his teaching: "Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.  I did not come to bring peace, but a sword."  This is a far cry from the man who instructed his followers to love their enemies and forgive without cessation.  But as I consider hate further, this jarring statement seems clearer.  Jesus incited his critics to kill him multiple times because of his teaching.  Willingly giving himself up, he perished by the "sword" they brandished, the cross.  What follows in history are multiple occasions of misguided direction in the name of God, the name of Jesus.  The Inquisition and the Crusades quickly come to mind, along with the Salem witch trials, slavery, and the current jihad being waged by Muslim fundamentalists.  What's unsettling and tragic about these particular instances are the followers, the willing who actually believe they are correct, perhaps blinded by the leadership of a select few.  And manipulating holy text from the Scriptures (as well as the Koran) imposes the will of man over God's; what follows is unnecessary bloodshed and widespread cynicism.  And what if Jesus himself is a "sword" too?  Who has created more interest, passion, friction and division among people than Jesus when one looks at history?

I find it easier, like others, to hate people and not the act that underscores the deep disdain I exhibit.  For instance, I utterly despise rape.  But when I first started understanding this concept years ago, my disgust rested exclusively with the perpetrator.  As time continues to unfold, I know understanding why people engage in this practice will be a futile exercise.  Understanding why children are forcefully placed in sex trades is beyond me.  My hope is deciding to exercise the words of Jesus and choosing to forgive, a practice that is never simple.  On occasion, hate is simply masking temporary anger, a moment or moments of dislike.  Children tend to say "I hate you" to a parent one time or another and embrace mom or dad with a hug ten minutes later.  Teenagers use this phrase constantly, but again, anger in the moment leads to words soon regretted.  Society downplays the power of words, but "hate" is hard to restrain as it's loaded with emotional punch, potency.

While it seems trite to even mention, love is the antithesis of hate and trumps its presence.  A passage in the Torah reads, "Love your neighbor and hate your enemy."  Jesus comments on this text and commissions the listening ears to pray for their enemies.  He later states, "If you love those who love you, what reward will you get?"  Perhaps he is critiquing one's circle of friends.  In other words, disregarding strangers is foolish.  Friends were once strangers.  In fact, millions of individuals attend church on a weekly basis, sharing seats with others who share the same beliefs.  But they continue to live as strangers, hesitant to leave room for another.  I am part of this tendency, but hope, in good time, I will make efforts to move beyond this strange phenomenon and cherish the power of community.  The willing risk image or comfort and expand the circle.  And in this circle of authentic transparency and vulnerability, selfless love exists and true relationships are forged.

When I look at the world, sorrow consumes my heart from time to time.  Men and women continually hurt one another.  Friends hurt one another.  Nations hurt one another.  The shootings at Virginia Tech University is a recent example that comes to mind.  I see casualties in Iraq on what seems to be a daily basis, additional deaths in Darfur, and the recent shootings in Newark, New Jersey.  But I also know love blankets this earth and its presence is spread on a daily basis.  These acts of true love are not reported in the local news, but the recipients know.  I am reminded of Beatles wisdom, a song on the Magical Mystery Tour album.  I believe John Lennon may have put it best in 1967 with five words that continue to have significant impact even to this day: "All you need is love."

"Divulge"

"Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly."
--George MacDonald

"Seek not to understand that you may believe, but believe that you may understand."
--St. Augustine

I began jogging last November and spent my time running laps around the local park.  I started taking notice of the regulars and watching the children smile on the swings.  The trees provided periodic shade and the lull of the adjacent creek calmed my spirit.  But I started becoming bored.  The track is a circle and I inevitably returned to the starting point.  The scent of change beckoned and I decided to answer.  I decided to turn my attention to the city that surrounds me.  New routes emerged and a deeper appreciation for the scenery captured my vision.  Approximately ninety percent of the routes consist of sidewalks.  Humility lives in the ten.  In the ten is the highway and in the ten is additional trust I must exercise, the trust drivers will keep the eyes on the road, trust they will note my presence.

"Meet the Parents" (2000) comes to mind as I think about trust, a film about a male nurse whose deeply in love.  After Greg (portrayed by Ben Stiller) meets Pam's parents for the first time, they convene in the living room.  Pam's father Jack (Robert De Niro) reveals his business venture and hands a teddy bear to Greg.  Beginning a conversation on leaving the children with a babysitter, he asks, "Can you really trust another human being, Greg?"  Pausing, Greg replies, "Yeah, I think so."  With a look of displeasure, Jack firmly states, "No. The answer is you cannot."  Ironically, the film revolves around Greg's efforts to establish a working trust with Jack, even lying to earn his approval and, in time, his blessing to marry Pam.  But Jack's response continues to linger in my mind.  The ramifications of this statement are equally important.

For many, fully trusting everyone is not possible.  But the willing move past this statement and live in hope confiding in another will not be breached.  Trust is easy to give, difficult to restore.  Children, for instance, continuously strive to earn a parent's trust.  But when it is violated, restoration becomes timely and costly.  In the Scriptures, a Hebrew word for trust is chacah and means "confide in."  I have chacah in God, but hesitations arise from time to time; the honest and vulnerable will validate this statement and affirm it too.  A belief in one who is without physical features is vexing at times; however, the attentive look closer for his imprints.  I firmly believe God is both visible and hidden.  And with this belief, I reveal my insecurities, fears, dreams, doubts and musings to him.  What happens from here though?

The Scriptures continually reveal man's belief in God, a trust, an expectation he will provide, heal, restore.  But pausing a moment and arranging the aforementioned statement, a revised and inspiring thought appears: God believes in humanity.  He believes that men and women, while capable of pain and hatred, are capable of peace and love.  Based on the headlines, this thought seems like a pipe-dream, the wish of the naive and ignorant.  The determined are not sidelined by acts of ugliness though; they press forward and gradually peel away the film of reality, unearthing the kingdom beneath.  Consider this simple story: a young girl, distraught over the world's problems, cries out to God, stating, "Why do heartaches still exist God?  Will you please take action?"  God whispers in a quiet voice, "I did, I made you."  Like the parents of a child watching him connect the bat with the ball, strength and determination arise in knowing another believes in one's ability to create change, to stay the course, to succeed.

Jesus further underscores this thought with healings.  Numerous people approach him with physical ailments.  Each believe in his ability to bring restoration, wholeness.  And when the infirmity is gone, the belief of the healed further increases.  But Jesus downplays what he has done, constantly telling the cured, "Your faith has healed you."  He believes in the belief of the willing and points it out for others to see.  And as his popularity spreads, he watches the actions of others he has empowered, hoping they follow through.  And when they fail, Jesus becomes agitated, vexed at the lack of ability.  Perhaps God sees humanity this way, curious, puzzled with the waiting, quietly stating, "The kingdom is right here, right now.  Seek it and unearth it.  Bring goodness and love to others."  In fact, simple moments are powerful moments.  In January, a man with a seizure fell backward on to the subway tracks in Manhattan.  Wesley Autrey, a construction worker, asked a woman standing next to him to watch his two daughters.  He jumped into the tracks and pulled the man between them as the subway train roared overhead.  Both walked away with minor bruising.  Autrey is now known as the Subway Superman and his motto is simple: "If you see something, do something."

It seems to me that trusting God is simpler than trusting men and women.  Knowing deep and guarded thoughts fall into the air and rise to the stars is liberating.  But having the courage to share the same thoughts with close friends may require deeper strength, deeper discipline.  Because unfortunately, many people today have few friends, relationships forged from childhood that continue to thrive.  Consider the distinction between "friends" and "acquaintances" on MySpace (should you have an account).  How many names in the friend list will be there for you at any moment?  I believe men and women have one to five people at most they will fully bare the mind to.  Why?  The practice of unloading baggage and finding relief can be a painful process at times.  What's more, I continually discover that maintaining the relationships with close friends requires strong effort.  With hectic schedules and competing priorities always in motion, phone calls and gatherings fall into the cracks.  The passive response is hoping the other person will call; taking charge and punching the numbers is the mark of the attentive.

The writer of Hebrews, still disputed, spends an entire chapter on trust in God, what he deems "faith".  And trust in what is unseen is inherently a paradox.  The author captures this thought well, writing, "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."  How can one be certain of the unseen?  I don't know, but I am certain God exists and imprints of his image are available everywhere.  During the Middle Ages, deep questions about life were unanswered...mystery filled the air and questions reigned.  As time unfolded and the Enlightenment emerged, reason began to explain the origins of life, the nature of man, the importance of science.  The mystery was stripped away, but I see its resurgence once again and I like responding to philosophical questions this way: "I don't know."  Lifehouse put it best in the chorus of a song, aptly entitled "Unknown": "See I know, the don't know, keeps me hanging on to you."  Here's to not having all the answers.

"Ante"

"A gambler is nothing but a man who makes his living out of hope." 
--William Bolitho

"Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to." 
--George Seaton

Since college football doesn't return until September, I thumb through the ESPN lineup from time to time, pausing to focus on unique sports.  Volleyball, billiards, angling, and drag racing immediately come to mind.  And while the media attention may seem less, the competition is equally strong.  I have recently noticed the emergence of another activity: poker.  Incidentally, poker is not new.  In fact, the World Series of Poker began in 1970.  The ability to play poker via the web and the continued television coverage of tournaments further increase the visibility of this wildly popular card game.  Champions are attaining celebrity status and qualifiers are constantly taking place across the nation.  I sporadically get together with a handful of close friends and engage in this addicting pastime.  What enamors me is how quickly the stakes change.  I have won hands and I have lost hands.  I have held the majority of chips and lost them all with one card.  The tumultuous spirit of poker is captured in its foundation, the core of its existence, the action of each player: gambling.

Fear and excitement collide in the gamble, the anticipation of what can come, the fear of what can be lost.  Competitors know that preparation is vital, but understand winning and losing hinge on one turn of the card.  Notice the word that underscores gambling: uncertainty.  The outcome is not clear, but it appears to me that participants play like it is.  While this statement seems contradictory, the idea continues to exist through dialogue and debate.  I recently finished a book about Blaise Pascal, the noted French mathematician, physician, and philosopher.   Pascal never finished his final work, entitled Pensees (Thoughts).  But these notes continue to live on and are truly a collection of brilliant insights into the mind, the spirit, the nature of man.  Pascal was also a student of Jesus and held that science and belief in the unknown are not mutually exclusive.  In fact, he argued that as one begins to ponder the existence of God, the act of living is revealed as a wager, a bet, a gamble.

Pascal's Wager, as it is commonly known, is a strategy for living, an approach to life.  In terms of God, the subject at hand, the question naturally arises...does he exist?  Yes or no?  Reason cannot be the guiding factor as concrete proof does not exist for the skeptic or the theist (one who believes in God).  Pascal captures this statement best, writing, "Infinite chaos separates us.  At the far end of this infinite distance, a coin is being spun which will come down heads or tails.  How will you wager?  Reason cannot make you choose either, reason cannot prove either wrong."  The rational theist looks for evidence of God's presence in the world and also understands the withstanding power of direct experience.  But the theist also understands the importance of this statement: there is no middle ground.  And this reveals the wager...everyone is betting on the existence or absence of God by the way they live.

Those who fully believe in God seek his will, look for the evidence of his presence, and strive to live by his teaching.  Those who don't believe in God tend to ignore spiritual practices, activities.  Gamblers bet with the expectation of payoff, the anticipation of strong earnings.  Costs exist too, the money placed on the table.  Benefits and costs exist for both the skeptic and the theist; many skeptics think theists and followers of Jesus are arrogant and falsely hold the supreme and final revelation of God.  Theists think the skeptics are arrogant in the belief that self-sufficiency is a sound practice and life completely stops with death.  Suppose the final card of life is turned and the benefits are divvied up.  What is the benefit of not believing in God?  Discovering one is right, that life does not continue after death?  Perhaps it is knowing that he or she lived a lifestyle fit for his or her own ends, desires, dreams.  For the theist, betting on God's existence is the completion of his or her hope, knowing the spirit lives in communion with God for all time. 

Lastly, for the sake of argument, suppose each is wrong.  For the theist, consider the words of author Thomas Morris: "For if there is no God and no existence beyond the moment of death, he [or she] can never have an experience beyond death that will disappoint."  For the skeptic, no satisfaction exists.  In fact, the Scriptures reveal judgment and lament.  Many think those who come to this reality are doomed to a literal hell. I think that if the skeptic is wrong, his spirit is unable to commune with God for eternity--perhaps this is a clearer idea of what hell actually is.  Pascal believes the rational gambler will bet on God's existence.  Followers of Jesus "bet" with a word repeatedly revealed in the Scriptures: "faith".  Faith is often sized up with the sentence "believing without seeing."  But a better translation exists.

One Greek word for faith is elpis and means "expectation" or "hope".  Other synonyms for faith in the Scriptures are trust, fidelity, and steadiness.  "Orientation" is another word that comes to mind and aligns well with Pascal's idea.  Wagering on God is a life forged through this belief, orienting one's self toward him through prayer, meditation, benevolence, service to others, forgiveness.  Oddly enough, doubt also lives in belief.  And while many believe it has no place in spiritual formation, it continues to exist.  God makes a promise to both the skeptic and the theist though, an inclusive invitation: "You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."  Will there be hesitations on the way?  Without question.  Mark writes about a father who seeks out Jesus, hoping he "can do anything" to help his son.  Jesus tells him that he can help if the man will believe.  The father responds, "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief."

The honest will admit the words of the father resonate with them.  Spiritual growth continues through life.  And incidentally, poker provides a strong analogy.  The willing follow Jesus and desire to be like him, to model his teachings, his words, his actions.  They are choosing to wager on God.  Morris writes, "A person making this wager with his or her life will also have a transcendent focus and source of psychological comfort in this world of turmoil and pain."  This "psychological comfort" is hope, the anticipation of restoration, the revelation of God's kingdom right here, right now.  I have seen its existence and continue to watch others discover it as well.  I'm not sure about you, but my bet has been placed, my chips are out of my hands, and I am excited about what lies ahead.  I'm all in.

References:

Morris, Thomas V. Making Sense of it All: Pascal and the Meaning of Life. 
Grand Rapids: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 1992.

"But"

"The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget."
--Thomas Szasz

"I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice."
--Abraham Lincoln

Apologies have been muttered numerous times over the past year: Mel Gibson, for his callous remarks against the Jewish community; Don Imus, for insulting the lady Rutgers basketball team; Michael Richards, for lambasting hecklers during a comedy show.  Each have issued statements and apologized publicly for his transgression.  And although a handful may continue to bear a grudge, the majority of the public has moved on.  Unfortunately, forgiveness is not this simple.  Human relationships are complex and forged through reciprocation, a give-and-take dynamic.  In other words, men and women give with the expectation of return.  Benevolence falls by the wayside as an egocentric character emerges.

Thankfully, many are choosing to part ways with this pattern.  I discovered this recently through the 1998 film "Les Miserables," Victor Hugo's riveting novel on redemption.  Liam Neeson vividly portrays Jean Valjean, the convict turned mayor.  A simple encounter with mercy through a humble bishop in the film's opening scene revises the direction of Valjean's life.  In turn, he continually exhibits this virtue, unwilling to disregard the plea of the downtrodden.  But like everyone, his past follows him.  For Valjean, his past is literally steps behind.  Javert, the police inspector, pursues Valjean without cessation, consumed with law, justice, reason, vigilance.  During a conversation with Valjean, Javert states, "Reform is a discredited fantasy."  But Valjean knows otherwise and is unwilling to let hate consume him.  As the film drew to a close, I pondered Javert and questioned whether forgiveness rested in his heart.  It did.  Javert discovered mercy and its ability to trump reason.  And Valjean walked home with peace and a humble smile.

Forgiveness is a vexing practice.  And like apologies, they can be half-hearted, a hollow expression of sincerity.  Forgiveness of this kind facilitates bitterness, a state of mind unwilling to release the injuries of another.  In turn, the soul is darkened and the wronged live in distrust of others authentic acts of generosity.  The antithesis of forgiveness is complete reconciliation.  Paradoxically, the wronged still live with the memory of the perpetrator's action.  In time, it may slip from memory.  But subtle signals quickly bring its return--a song, a book, a film, a smell, a dream, the offender.  Feelings of anger, betrayal, depression, and shock return as well.  The wrong has been forgiven, but the memory continues to live on.

A good friend captures this moment retelling a story.  He walked across the stage with a backpack full of rocks and commented on a story many know well.  In this story Jesus tells, a woman is brought before him, a woman who committed adultery moments ago.  Films about Jesus with this scene portray the woman fully clothed.  But I have pondered whether her accusers brought her before Jesus without dress.  While this thought may seem irrelevant, suppose she was brought through the city for all to see.  The people recognize her face and begin to make comments to one another, shocked at her lack of restraint.  Dropped before Jesus, her head hangs as tears trickle down her cheeks.  She is ashamed, dishonored by the community.  The Torah states that those caught in adultery must be put to death.  The teachers of this law stand behind the woman, rocks in hand, eager to stone her.  Through research and conversations with others, I have discovered stoning is accomplished by placing the condemned in a large hole and dropping sizable boulders.  Jesus begins writing in the hand, perhaps the shortcomings of the accusers, stating, "If you have never broken the law you ascribe to, throw your rocks."  The teachers begin to drop their rocks and walk away.  He helps the woman up and forgives her offense.

Society is defined by judgment.  Humans compare themselves to one another, continually pointing out differences, sizing others up in microseconds by automobiles, clothing, and wallets.  But behind this comparison is judgment.  Every one is quick to point out the mistake of another, unaware a backpack of "rocks" is strapped to the shoulder, ammunition waiting to be unloaded.  But God invites the willing to drop their stones.  James, a brother of Jesus, poignantly captures this thought as he writes, "Judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful."  Mercy is a shocking response to the offender and attempting to understand the kindness beneath it through logic is a futile exercise.  Consider God's perception of humanity.  There are many who believe him to be wholly good and fully knowledgeable of all human activity.  Accordingly, he is aware of all evil actions, all virtuous actions.  And his bag of rocks is sizable; in fact, this bag contains many stones each denoting acts of ugliness--all for one person. 

Every person has inscribed rocks in God's knapsack.  But unlike man, he is unique, distinct, special.  Completely aware of the faults of all men and women, he chooses not to cast his rocks.  Perhaps this is the clearest portrait of mercy.  He is justified turning his back on humanity, but is unwilling to do so.  Personally, I may spend the rest of my life trying to understand this decision, this dynamic, this love.  It is a decision that defies reason in every way.  From time to time, I hear this statement concerning truth: "Accept it and move on."  I have processed mercy mentally and know its definition, its origin, its synonyms.  But understanding this precept spiritually comes through receiving it and showing it.

I have discovered the story of Israel, the story of man, the story of life, hinges on one word: "but."  This three letter word is indicative of change, always the representation of a turning point, for better or worse.  St. Paul writes, "But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive..."  In third grade, I was introduced to "Schoolhouse Rock!" for the first time.  This series of short educational films featured memorable songs on grammar, the Presidents, science, history and math.  Incidentally, the only film I can recall discusses grammar and poses this question repeatedly through song: "Conjunction Junction, what's your function?"  The film reveals this answer: "Hooking up words and phrases and clauses."  As I reflect further on this three letter word previously mentioned, the question arises again: "Conjunction Junction, what's your function?"  Forgiveness.