Friday, May 23, 2008

If It Is Possible

If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:18


Is it possible to be both opinionated and peace loving at the same time?
I know that the Bible teaches me to be swift to hear and slow to speak.
I know that the best response is usually to just keep my mouth shut and turn the other cheek. But I must admit, it is not easy for me to do. I struggle with keeping quiet- especially when injustice, untruths and intolerance are involved.

But, with the Good Lords help, I am willing to try harder. As far as it depends on me, I want to live at peace with everyone. My views have not changed. My opinion remains the same. I am flattered by all of the attention and press that I have recieved but must admit in the overall scheme of things I am pretty insignificant. I would love to talk to my critics and accusers the old fashioned way - face to face. Two or three witnesses would be welcomed. Please give me a call - I'm in the book.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Refreshed

I am refreshed this morning and my faith in humanity is somewhat renewed. There are indeed many good Godly men and women still left in this world who are not swayed or manipulated by the extremist. Their gentle heart and Christ- like character have always been evident, it was just with all of the noise, clutter, and dust being stirred up by the extremist it was sometimes easy to overlook.
God is good. God is in control. God's children still exist. It's a great day.

How good and pleasent it is when brothers live together in unity.
It is like precious oil poured on the head,
running down on the beard,
running down on Aaron's beard,
down on the collar of his robes.
It is as if the dew of Hermon
were falling on Mount Zion.
For there the Lord bestows his blessing,
even life forever more. Psalm 133

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Who's side are you on?

There are usually two sides to every issue.
You are either pro or con.
You agree or disagree.
You approve or disapprove.
You accept or reject.
You are either a conservative or a liberal.
It is either black or it’s white.
In Tennessee you are either “fer-it” or “agin-it”.
There is no middle ground.

That is of course until you start talking religion or politics.

When it comes to these two subjects the waters get so muddy that we tend to rank and categorize not only which side of the issue you are on, but just how far off center you are. What is usually black and white now turns to varying shades of grey. Are you a right wing conservative or just a moderate? Are you a radical left wing communist or are you a bleeding heart tree hugging liberal? Or, on the other hand, you could be way off center on either side of the line and be considered a zealot, a fanatic, or an extremist.

I personally like to think of myself as a liberal conservative. I have a tendency to float back and forth across the dividing line depending on the subject matter. I am very comfortable in the middle. I have no trouble and I get along well with those clumped around the middle of the scale regardless of which side of the line they happen to be on. Those who congregate around the middle seem to always conduct themselves reasonably. They are open to debate, discussion, and even a healthy disagreement or two. I find them flexible, tolerant, open, and willing to learn.

It is the extremist that I am having so much trouble with. Extremist are militant and unyielding in their views. They are by nature the loudest and most vocal. They demand attention and action. They despise words like reason and tolerance. To them tolerance equals weakness. Compromise is a four letter word reserved for sissies and wimps. They shoot first and ask questions later. Political zealots are easy to spot and fairly easy to ignore and avoid. (Avoidance is the only way to handle a real fanatic)

Religious zealots on the other hand are a little craftier. They sometimes disguise themselves as preachers and Bible school teachers. They prey on people’s insecurities. They try to shame the masses with sermons about being lukewarm and uncommitted. For them it is simply not enough to agree, or be on their side, no, they demand that we militantly oppose, persecute, and denounce any and all who do not fall in line and march in step.

Religious extremist if allowed to run unchecked can kill a church, a Christian school or just about any other organization in which they are allowed a voice. The calm peace loving nature of the level headed moderate majority is often worn down by the constant bickering and fault finding of the zealots. The end results are predictable.

A sure fire way to know whether these religious extremist are being allowed a voice in your church congregation or the Christian school where your children attend is to simply look at the numbers. Declining membership or enrollment is the number one sign and symptom of unchecked extremism. Once the downward spiral has begun it is most time fatal. It is a slow and painful death. The good news - there is a cure, but it is unpleasant and requires major surgery. The zealots must be removed from the organization.(Romans 16:17-18)

Friday, May 2, 2008

Back Trouble

I am lying in bed typing this - not because I want to, but because I have to.
I spent the last few beautiful spring days mowing, weeding, planting, digging, cleaning, tugging and lifting. Now I’m paying for it. I felt a little twinge of pain yesterday before I went to work. I really thought that it was no big deal. It progressively got worse however, and before my shift last night was over, I was in the emergency dept, in excruciating pain, unable to straighten up or walk.

So, here I am all drugged up on pain killers and muscle relaxers trying to type and make some sort of sense. My best friend right now is a rice bag that you heat up in the microwave. The bathroom feels like it is a hundred miles away. Getting old is the pits!

Enoch Thweett and I are scheduled to play Saturday night at the Siberia Coffee House. It will take a ton of pain killers and muscle relaxers to just get me up on the stool. I will feel like a real musician - stoned :)

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Jesi"s Banquet

I just thought you would enjoy seeing Jesi all dressed up. Friday night was the Junior Senior Banquet at CA. Jesi of course was the prettiest one there.


I'm pretty sure that it's time for Dad to start worrying again.


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Peace

My watch told me that I had less than 2 hours before the next shift arrived.
My clip board told me that there was still at least three hours of work to be done. There were several IV medications that needed to be started, blood samples that needed to be collected and send to the lab, not to mention all the paperwork which at this point was woefully behind. However, I was still calm, “No need to panic yet” I thought, “I just need to pick up the pace a little bit – I can still make it.”

It was then that the overhead pager crackled and rudely blurted out those two dreaded words: “CODE BLUE” Those words make everyone stop. A nurse’s priorities automatically change at the announcement of those words. Someone is dying - everything else can wait - even the next shift.

I didn’t know his name but I could tell from the minute that I ran down the stairs and into his room that the outcome would probably not be good. He was an elderly white man who had obviously been sick for awhile. His pale limp body showed the marks of years of sincere but futile medical intervention.

I don’t want to be morbid here, but you must understand that CPR is not pretty. It is very violent. Ribs break, fluids fly.….you get the picture. The room turns into a battle zone. There are doctors yelling, nurses running, equipment banging, and monitors alarming – it is controlled chaos.

With that much energy and intensity flowing stopping is not easy. Giving up is never pleasant. But, the family had decided that it was best. It was time to let go and accept the inevitable. So we stopped. The room which only seconds ago was literally erupting, was now quiet and still.

This is something that I have experienced many times. I used to try and remember and keep track of all the souls that I watched slip off into eternity, but the number and faces just became too large. But this one I will remember.

When the doctor said stop, I stopped. I stopped compressing a now soft and broken chest. I was by default the closest one to the patient. At this point in most cases (every other case I have ever seen) the patient’s eyes are dull, fixed, and glazed - but not this time. I had been watching the monitor. As the last few blips were fading away I looked down at the patient’s face. He was looking at me. His eyes were bright and focused very much alive.

I don’t know how I knew, I just did. I could see it. His eyes were not filled with desperation or fear or pain. They were filled with softness and peace. I heard it plainly – as plainly as if the words had actually been spoken. He told me he was ok. He was ready to go. He appreciated my gallant efforts but the angels were there now and they were waiting. He told me that he would see me again someday soon.
I told him that I was looking forward to it. Then I closed his eyes.

Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

The Newest Family Member

Here is Tyler and Emily Klair with our newest addition. She is a 9 week old Golden Retriever.
Kinsley and Karlie were not so sure about her so they would not get in the picture.
She still doesnt have a name because Jesi and Krysi can't agree on anything. So, we are still open to suggestions. By the way, she is the calmest and quietest puppy I have ever been around. (I am sure she will grow out of it) Please help us name this puppy.. :)
Warren says we should call her Pee Diddy.