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Slow Down Baby, You Move Too Fast


To be fair, I’ve never really been that fast.  I mean, I was the last person chosen on whatever team. If I met some scary dude in an alley, running wouldn’t save me, not unless he used a walker. 

Moving fast happens mentally, not just physically.  We dash through our thoughts and barely notice their passing.  So often when I speak with someone, they barely know what they did yesterday. it screamed past them so quickly.

Maybe it’s because we surf the internet and scan TV at the same time.  Maybe when two generations grow up on fast food something happens metabolically.  But what if we chose to do something slow.  That’s right, we choose it.  

If we convince ourselves that speed isn’t accuracy, then we might want to become more accurate.  We’d have to slow down to take aim at life. Real aim requires deep breathes and calm countenance.

When we inhale slowly the life we have been given, we arrive at our moment.  This is our moment, right now.  It won’t come back.

In marriage, each day is a new day to declare love, to forgive, to open arms and hearts.  Each day provides an opportunity to seek forgiveness and try again.  If we careen down the road of life without regard to these precious times, we’ll have missed our moment.



Ever have time get away from you?

The Passage of Time
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To my wonderful readers who enjoy this writing daily, I wish to apologize.  Today was the day when time won.  I intended to write, but didn’t.  I do that sometimes.  Does it happen to you?

I wish I could post my intentions, like labels on my shirt, to show the things I wanted to do with my day regardless of what I actually did.  Of course, then I’d be horribly embarrassed wherever I went, and people would assume I’d mess up again in the future simply because I honestly stated,  “I’m bad at time management.”

Maybe it’s better to remain silent.

If this has happened to you, with time or other intentions, here’s a thought from the Apostle Paul (I’m not certain why we capitalize Apostle, maybe it’s like Sir Paul McCarthy.  Anyway…. the thought.)

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Romans 7:15

In many ways, this describes how we feel when we sin, and we know we did it.  Needless to say, the only remedy to this problem is confession and repentance.  Luckily, God gives that out like candy to children, as long as we’re genuine. 

And, even though you aren’t God, I should at least say, “I’m sorry I didn’t write today.  Or maybe I did.  But, I’m sorry I’m late.”

My choice today:

Something supersedes nothing.  Do something.  If you mess up, apologize. 

Oh, Canada! What were you thinking?

Stanley Cup, on display at the Hockey Hall of ...
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It’s sad to witness how Canadian choices unfolded in dramatic ways last night.  Sorry, your guys lost the Stanley cup, but come on Canada,  we hoped for better.

Granted, I don’t have much room to talk, since I live in the Los Angeles area; home to multiple post game riots, post-game beatings, regular riots, and gang shootings.  Some how I thought people were wise enough not to see Los Angeles as a mentoring model on life.  I guess I was wrong.

Last night Vancouver broke out in riots, when the local Canucks failed to win hockey’s Stanley Cup in a game seven match up.  For a country whose national sport is hockey, I get the disappointment.

It’s understandable to feel frustration when your guys fail to complete the task in the way you’ve dreamed.  But, does it mean we must expect destruction and damage from energetic fans?  Come on people, get a life!  It’s a game, isn’t it? Or is it a deeper problem?

We’ve seen it here too.  At a Dodger baseball game, a zealous fan received a beating in the parking lot.  The justice system desires to right the wrong, but this is a heart issue which jail-time won’t solve.  And clearly, it’s contagious.  Now the nice Canadians are doing it.

It’s enough to make the average onlooker get ticked off and want to break something.  But has that solved the problem?

If expressing our anger helps us feel better, we should be seeing peaceful waving of flowers in the streets, but instead cars get tipped and fire thrown, because of the anger and hatred seething beneath our collective surface.

What’s the alternative?

You’re going to think I’m some sort of wacko, but what if, we choose to forgive. 

I know it’s a radical thought, but correct me if I’m wrong here.  It seems as if the riots and beatings are some expression of entitlement.  We feel slighted by life, and want to lash out, because we think we deserve better.  I say “we” because we all do it in some way.

Canadians live and breathe hockey, the idea that some Boston upstarts could come in and take away their trophy ticked people off.  My thought is they felt entitled.  They wanted to do something, anything, to express their anger at a loss of what should be theirs.

This mark on peaceful Canada’s reputation shows the way we all feel when our lives don’t work the way we want.  We sit on the freeway stuck by gridlock and find ourselves yelling out the window to the other guy, who’s equally stuck but he’s the only one we see.  He gets the brunt of our emotions.

We need to forgive the people who slowed down our day.  We need to forgive the obnoxious fan, who chose his words unwisely.  We need to forgive the stupid Bruins, who took the Stanley cup.  We need to forgive all those other people who’ve said the wrong thing at the wrong time and added to our personal pile of junk, which just became too heavy to carry and we exploded.    We need to forgive ourselves for not succeeding where we think we should.

We need to forgive Canada for a moment which we’ve lived previously.  I guess we really are all human.

For those of us who’ve heard or said the Lord’s prayer, one section speaks to this dilemma:

“And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.”  Matthew 6: 12 

Jesus brought forgiveness and hope to those of us who haven’t seen that personally.  His forgiveness enables us to forgive, and He asks us to pass it on to others.

My choice today:

I choose to believe in the possibility of forgiveness, and seek it out, and not wallow in my own self-loathing and self-pity.