Four Score and Seven Years Ago

One Hundred Fifty-nine years ago, on this date, November 19, in 1863, President Abraham Lincoln stood on the bloodied ground of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and delivered a brief, but memorable address of national unity. Many, reading this essay, have vivid memories of having to memorize the speech, maybe when you were in the eighth grade. For me, memorization was never fun!

While the address was given 159 years ago, there are elements of Lincoln’s words that are relevant today. Throughout the Bible there are multiple references to the clash between the forces of  good and evil; Adam and Eve in The Garden, David and Goliath, Jesus in the wilderness, etc. I venture to say that where good exists, evil will be lurking around the corner to cast truth in the shade of darkness. Continue reading

A Layman’s Letter to Churches – Alone But Never Alone

Joni Erickson Tada wrote and performed a wonderful song, Alone But Not Alone, that made its way to the top of the Christian music charts and into a movie by that same name. When I listen to the words and the music of that song I cannot help but be reminded how true it is.

At a most crucial time in the life of Jesus, as a man walking the earth, facing eminent crucifixion, He asked God the Father to give all believers the Holy Spirit, as a Friend and Guide. And so, in reality, we may feel we are alone, but if our faith is strong, there’s no question that our Helper, the Holy Spirit, is there with us. As close as a brother or sister, sharing wisdom and strength. Continue reading

In Their Shoes, Imagined

He’s dead! I thought He would live forever. He was to be our Savior, our new King who would lead us to freedom. Just this week we saw Him bring Lazarus back to life…why could He not save himself?  I don’t know what to do! I don’t know where to go! I don’t know what to believe. He made so many promises, and now He is gone!

I couldn’t be there. I couldn’t watch. He was my friend, my Lord and now He is gone! I stayed with my brother, Peter. He was so upset. He thinks he was the reason that our Jesus was crucified. He and James, and I think Philip, are planning to go back to Capernaum. I should go with them, too. Staying here is not safe. Continue reading

Mun-Hee

His name, we learned, was Mun-Hee, but we called him “Money”. He was 13 or 14, and his mother did laundry, by hand, along the Pukan River, for the guys in my unit, on the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) in Korea. He was a happy goffer, ran errands, did small jobs and was generally helpful, and, in turn, we were generous.

What we didn’t know, was that he was a “slicky-slicky-boy”, part of a group of thieves, the scourge of companies throughout our Division, who would enter our tents, in the middle of the night, silent as a mouse, looking for anything of value; clothing, weapons, military exchange coupons, etc. The story was that many soldiers had their foot-lockers picked clean by these thieves, while the guys slept on. Continue reading

A Layman’s Letter to Churches — Being Christian Ain’t Easy

There is a story of a young Salvation Army girl in Scotland who approached a stranger on the street and asked if he were a Christian. He turned an angry and stern face toward her, and replied, “Young lady, I am a professor of theology! Of course, I’m a Christian!”  To which she quietly responded, while walking away, “What a face for a Christian!”

As we read the book of Acts, and in other scripture passages, we have a general record of the earliest Christian communities. Jesus’ teachings and his popularity upset the Jewish hierarchy, which led to angry encounters on the streets of Jerusalem, and that upset the Romans. Continue reading

Touched by Grace

In the course of our lives we will be touched by the passing of a friend or loved one.  We attend funerals and memorial services of those we love and respect, and are reminded of their quality, there importance in our lives and in the lives of the family.  We struggled to find the right words to say and maybe, because of our own experience, we know that the most important thing is your presence and support. Words are not crucial.

Over the past six weeks, I attended, participated in, or otherwise supported the memorial services for three members of my family and one friend and colleague. Each was a Celebration of Life and at each we heard story after story of the quality of that person, how they impacted so many lives. With each story, the thought may have occurred to some, I may not have known them as much as I such have. Our loss, adding to our grief. Continue reading

And I Was There

I had just turned 19, when my division, the 25th infantry division, left Korea and settled in the luxurious confines of Scofield Barracks on the Island of Oahu, Hawaii. It was quite a change from life on the DMZ in Korea, to a comfortable cot in Paradise!  But somebody had to do it, and so there we were. What an adjustment!

We had been in our new digs probably only about two months or so when my buddy, Bruce and I, another GI pooled our resources and bought 1947 four-door Chevy. It was perfect, except it had no reverse gear nor first gear, it did have a windshield but, as I recall, no other windows. It was perfect, for Hawaii when you’re 19. Continue reading

Writing – Self-Taught?

Writing comes from writing. Have you heard that, before? At the core of decent writing is experience. Here’s another euphemism: “To write well, you must listen well.” By that I mean, listen to your heart and your mind, and do not let thoughts escape into Netherland – capture them while they are fresh. They are bits of inspiration to build upon.

Before I go any further, I must make one thing clear – Writing has very little to do with age! True, your experience in life can inform your writing, but you are never too old to string words together, to convey thoughts, ideas and love. So, I say it again: You are never too old! Continue reading

Blink of an Eye

I was a freshman in college when I first “got the bug.” I was committed to being a different person than I was in high school, so when I saw an announcement for play try-outs, I stepped forward. To my surprise and both amazement and apprehension, I landed a speaking role in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.  Being part of the drama group was exciting, and I learned so much more than just my lines in the play. From the talented group of upperclassmen, I learned ballet moves, about dramatic use of my body, and about how diction does more than communicate words. I got the bug.

Another Shakespeare play where I nailed one of the leads, and still another production written by one of the seniors. And my addiction to the stage grew, as did a bit of my ego. Not only that, but people knew me on campus! That invisible me from high school was gone!

When I finished college, I still had the bug, But I had to earn a living and support my family, and so I carried on.  First as a teacher, then as a counselor, then as a professor of psychology and then, shockingly, a college and university administrator.  But the bug was always there, in the back of my mind.

Civic theaters were everywhere, first in Muncie, then in Bloomington. Later, in Cincinnati. I had leads or roles, or was an extra in seven different productions including A Christmas Carol, Our Town, and an obscure production of the Seven Sins of Sarah. The critics said I was great as Bo Decker in the production of Bus Stop, and my dreams were elevated to a different stage, on the Great White Way.

But then, the blink of an eye.  I auditioned for Hello Dolly! and, of course, landed one of the principle male leads. My ego was at capacity!  Rehearsals were a breeze. The dress rehearsal went like clockwork. Some of my fellow actors stumbled, forgot their lines, but not yours truly. What is that saying about pride? Oh, yeah, now I remember, “Pride comes before the fall.” Should have taken that to heart.

Opening night. Packed house. My wife, my father and mother and a few friends were in the audience. Curtain up! Play begins. I am in the wings ready for my cue. There it is! My feet rush out carrying me onto center stage, my face, my body and my arms are all doing their part. My mouth is open as if I am speaking loudly, but…no words! None, not even an anguished screech! My mouth is empty. My brain is empty, except for the image of my family sitting out there. I could not come up with my lines.

Got the picture. Me, the Master Thespian, standing center stage, frozen in the image of one making a dramatic proclamation…and no sound. Not from me, nor the audience, nor from the prompter. Finally, in a whispered voice, the actor next to me fed me my lines until I became, once again, animated, and Hello Dolly continued.

A career changing moment, a blink of an eye. No Broadway, no silver screen, just the same old me. Oh, sure, we had three more productions of the play and I was…shall we say, adequate, but the ghost of opening night was always there. The blink of an eye and everything changed, yet nothing changed.

Here’s the crazy part, I still have that bug, but now I have that blink. Sadly, the blink has veto power. Break a leg? That would have been better than the blink.

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Small Minds

I wonder if we have a problem between our opinion, free will and simple, clear facts?  This is true whether we are thinking secular or religious. Conflicts have brought stress and divisions, have taken away from the building up of our nation and our own spiritual growth.

It seems we just can’t learn. God tells us that religion is man-made, but he says we need to learn from each one, for each is unique and has value. But, what do we do?  Continue reading

Never Too Late?

I always wonder about that. Is it ever too late to follow a thought, an inspiration, a dream? How about those ideas that are thrust before your eyes from unexpected places, or those even expected, but surprising places?  How about a fortune cookie? Ever take those seriously? I am addicted to Dove dark chocolate minis with the foil inspiration wrap. Here’s one: “Don’t talk about it, just be about it.” Here’s another: “Don’t stop until you are proud.”  But this is the one that keeps me going, “You are never too old, and it is never too late.” Yeah!

It was inspiration that led me into biblical research that resulted in my first published book, A Life for Barabbas. It was in that story that my psychology background joined my faith in imagining a continuing life for Barabbas, touching historic facts in Christian history.

What about all that? This is how I would describe the process of writing my book, Middle of Nowhere: Continue reading

Good Morning, Lord

I awaken. It is still dark and very quiet. I look at the clock – 1:55 a.m.  I, sigh, turn over, and snuggle down into the warmth of my bed, trying to return to sleep, but it evades me. My mind is at work, a left-over thought from yesterday, or a new one for today? I quiet my mind and try some tricks of relaxation… nothing. After a time, I roll over, look, again, at the clock — 2:12 a.m. I finally accept the fact that I am wide awake. To what purpose?

Somewhere in those 17 minutes of wakefulness my mind turns to Jesus in gratitude for just being Lord, or, perhaps, He can help me return to sleep. No, there is something else. I reach over, turn on the bed-side lamp — my day begins. Continue reading