Imagine

I bought the pellets for our stove yesterday. They had increased in price by nearly forty dollars per ton. The store owner told me there was a shortage of sawdust. I live in the foothills of the Allegany Mountains surrounded by trees. A shortage of ideas seemed to be more the issue than a shortage of sawdust. Nonetheless, we negotiated a price and how the delivery would be accomplished and I was out the door. I’m indebted to the ingenuity of a Canadian dentist who invented pellet stoves. I’d like to have met a person so ingenious. I’ve heard that the dentist was a hobbyist who produced a lot of sawdust and rather than throwing it out designed a stove to keep him warm. We need more “out of the box” thinkers like that to solve our current energy crisis.

I work with computers everyday and I’m fascinated at times by them, but I’m even more fascinated by the brain. Think of all the brains that have been destroyed by war. Imagine if all that thinking power had been unleashed instead on cures for cancer, energy and whatever. Our creator has given us great tools to work with. Sometimes we fail to recognize all that surrounds us. Just imagine what we could accomplish. Peace.

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Shortage

Last night one of my friends told me that this year there would be a shortage of wood pellets. I don’t think there is a shortage of wood pellets anymore than I thought there was a need to attack Iraq. What we have in this country and perhaps the world is a shortage of honest people. We live surrounded by greed and avarice. Daily we are bombarded by the mainstream media and our governments with deceitful assertions that boggle the mind of anyone bold enough to think for themselves. If you read the Gospel you are presented with one reality. Perhaps the ultimate reality. If you read or listen to the main stream media you are witness to an illusion that is purported to be reality, but it is really a carefully crafted deception. It is really a psychological operation fueled by dishonesty which seeks to manipulate its listeners. If you value your sanity I urge you read the Gospel, the Gita, the Talmud, the Koran or whatever is sacred to you and to live as though it were true. Even if you don’t completely believe all that is there, act as if you did and perhaps we can change the world. Peace.

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Learning to Live

Life consists in learning to live on one’s own, spontaneous, freewheeling: to do this one must recognize what is one’s own—be familiar and at home with oneself. This means basically learning who one is, and learning what one has to offer to the contemporary world, and then learning how to make that offering valid.

The purpose of education is to show us how to define ourselves authentically and spontaneously in relation to our world—not to impose a prefabricated definition of the world, still less an arbitrary definition of ourselves as individuals. The world is made up of the people who are fully alive in it: that is, of the people who can be themselves in it and can enter into a living and fruitful relationship with each other in it. The world is, therefore, more real in proportion as the people in it are able to be more fully and more humanly alive: that is to say, better able to make a lucid and conscious use of their freedom. Basically, this freedom must consist first of all in the capacity to choose their own lives, to find themselves on the deepest possible level. A superficial freedom to wander aimlessly here and there, to taste this or that, to make a choice of distractions … is simply a sham. It claims to be a freedom of “choice” when it has evaded the basic task of discovering who it is that chooses. It is not free because it is unwilling to face the risk of self-discovery.

Thomas Merton. “Learning to Live” in Love and Living. Edited by Naomi Burton Stone and

Brother Patrick Hart. New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1979: 3-4.

There is a lot of truth here for me. How much of today’s media and education actually imposes a “prefabricated definition of the world?” The sad thing is so many readily accept this pre-fab definition as reality and go on living, hustling here and there as though this definition were truth. Maybe it’s always been that way and I’m just now seeing it. I hope I’m living more fully human and alive. This reminds me of a quote from St. Irenaeus, “the glory of God is a human person fully alive.”

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What is a person worth?

I’m sitting here watching “Schindler’s List.” “What is a person worth to you?”, says Amon Goethe. He’s the villain, but he speaks for all of us in some ways. What is a person worth to us? We’re surrounded by the main stream media and politicians who have reduced the Iraq War, the War on Terror, Gaza, Darfur and the endless conflicts around the world to meaningless euphemisms.

Everyday people are being murdered in the name of democracy or in the name of one religion or other or whatever policy. Soldiers don’t fight and die on battlefields for countries or flags, they fight and die to protect their buddies. It’s survival that’s all. There is no flag waving, no martial music. So called civilians are killed and called collateral damage. Can you imagine such an inhuman word to describe what has been created by God. When will this perversion of the natural order end?

Anyone who questions this sinfulness is labeled extreme, left wing, out of touch. Today I watched a clip of Nora O’Donnell of Hardball intimating that Cindy Sheehan was actually doing harm to the United States by fasting for peace. Ms. O’Donnell seemed agitated by Mrs. Sheehan’s grace and cheerful demeanor. I was amazed that Mrs. Sheehan could maintain her calm under such and onslaught.

Recently much fuss has been raised about a young marine recording a song about killing some Iraqi girls. I think it was called “Haji Girl.” There are other stories coming back from the war zone speaking of the professionalism of our soldiers and how these murders are not typical. These men are professionals. They don’t murder innocents, they only kill the enemy in battle. The battle lines get blurred. It’s not natural to kill other people, that’s why you must go through basic training when entering the military.

The young Marine has shown us what we don’t want to see. We don’t want to see our combat and war as murder. We’ve been at war since 1941 with very little actual peace time in between. We say we’re a Christian nation, but you’d have a tough time convincing anyone of that if you witnessed our foreign policy.

What is a person worth to you? Peace.

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The Littlest Fireman

This lovely story came from a regular reader of this blog. I hope you’ll take time to read it and to reflect on the love that surrounds us each day.

In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared

down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of

terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled

with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of

determination. Like any parent, she wanted her

son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now

that was no longer possible..

The leukemia would see to that. But she still

wanted her son’s dreams to come true. She took

her son’s hand and asked, “Billy, did you ever

think about what you wanted to be once you grew

up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do

with your life?”

Mommy, “I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.”

Mom smiled back and said, “Let’s see if we can

make your wish come true.”

Later that day she went to her local fire

department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met

Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix.

She explained her son’s final wish and asked if

it might be possible to give her six-year-old son

a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, “Look, we can do better than

that. If you’ll have your son ready at seven

o’clock Wednesday morning, we’ll make him an

honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come

down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on

all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if

you’ll give us his sizes, we’ll get a real fire

uniform for him and a real fire hat, not a toy

one, with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire

Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear

and rubber boots. They’re all manufactured right

here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast.”

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy,

dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him

from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and

ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the

truck and help steer it back to the fire station.

He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in

Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all

three calls. He rode in the different fire

engines, the paramedic’s van, and even the fire chief’s car.

He was also videotaped for the local news

program. Having his dream come true, with all the

love and attention that was lavished upon him, so

deeply touched Billy that he lived three months

longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop

dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in

the hospice concept that no one should die alone,

began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a

fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked

if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to

the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, “We can do better than that.

We’ll be there in five minutes.

Will you please do me a favor?

When you hear the sirens screaming and see the

lights flashing, will you announce over the PA

system that there is not a fire? It’s just the

fire department coming to see one of its finest

members one more time.

And will you open the window to his room?

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck

arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder

up to Billy’s third floor open window 16 fire

fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy’s room.

With his mother’s permission, they

hugged him and held him and told him how much

they loved him.

With his dying breath, Billy

looked up at the fire chief and said,

“Chief, am I really a fireman now?”

“Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand,”

the chief said.

With those words, Billy smiled and said,

“I know, He’s been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing..”

He closed his eyes one last time.

Blessed are the peacemakers

Today’s world requires us to accept the oneness of humanity. In the past isolated communities could afford to think of one another as fundamentally separate. Some could even exist in total isolation. But today, whatever happens in one region eventually affects many other areas. In the context of our new interdependence, self-interest clearly lies in considering the interest of others.

Many of the world’s problems and conflicts arise because we have lost sight of the basic humanity that binds us all together as a human family. We tend to forget that despite the diversity of race, religion, ideology, and so forth, people are equal in their basic wish for peace and happiness.

The challenge before us, therefore, is to make our new century a century of dialogue and of peaceful coexistence. In human societies there will always differences of views and interests. But, the reality today is that we are all interdependent and have to coexist on this small planet. Therefore, the only sensible and intelligent way of resolving differences and clashes of interests, whether between individuals or nations, is through dialogue.–Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama.

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Feast of St. Thomas

Today was the feast of St. Thomas the Apostle. I can always identify with Thomas. Often in life I’ve found myself looking for more proof. Mustard seed faith doesn’t come easily to me. Peace.

Surprised by grace

In the remote mountains of northern Greece, there once lived a monk who desired all of his life to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre-to walk three times around it, to kneel, and to return home a new person. Gradually through the years he had saved what money he could, begging in the villages nearby, and finally, near the end of his life, had enough set aside to begin his trip. He opened the gates of the monastery and, staff in hand, set out with great anticipation on his way to Jerusalem.

But no sooner had he left the cloister than he encountered a man in rags, sad and bent to the ground, picking herbs. “Where are you going, Father?” the man asked. “To the Holy Sepulchre, brother. By God’s grace, I shall walk three times around it, kneel, and return home a different man from what I am.”

“How much money to do that do you have, Father” inquired the man. “Thirty pounds,” the monk answered. “Give me the thirty pounds,” said the beggar. “I have a wife and hungry children. Give me the money and walk three times around me, then kneel and go back into your monastery.”

The monk thought for a moment, scratching the ground with his staff, then took the thirty pounds from his sack, gave the whole of it to the poor man, walked three times around him, knelt, and went back through the gates of the monastery.

He returned home a new person, of course having recognized that the beggar was Christ himself-not in some magical place far away, but right outside his monastery door, mysteriously close. In abandoning his quest for the remote, the special, the somehow “magical,” the monk discovered a meaning far more profound in the ordinary experience close to home. All that he had given up came suddenly rushing back to him with a joy unforeseen.

To be surprised by grace is a gift still to be prized.

taken from “Spirituality of Imperfection-Storytelling and the Journey to Wholeness” by Ernest Kurtz and Katherine Ketcham.

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