Saturday, December 31, 2011

36, Day 21 (Written Saturday December 31) ~ Half My Life


Today, Jade and I have been married for 17 years. When I think of that number 17, I immediately think of when I met her. We were 17 years old and getting ready to begin our senior year of high school. Now we are 36 (at least I am, Jade is perpetually 25), and have been married for 17 years. We have been together literally half of our lives. Do I have to tell you which half has been better? She has been in my life for as long as she wasn't in my life. 17 years isn't one of those fancy anniversaries (like 1st, 10th, 25th, etc), but to me it is incredibly significant because it reminds me of how old we were when we met, and that we have been together half our lives. To celebrate this milestone, I gave her a new engagement ring to symbolize this special moment in our lives. A time when we are starting over together, beginning a new phase of our life, together. And as a reminder that for 17 years and for however many more we have, that is exactly what we will be....together. Happy Anniversary Jade, the love of my life, the source of everything good in my life, my partner, my best friend.

36, Day 20 (Written Friday December 30) ~ Just Husband And Wife


I love my children with all of my being. Becoming a daddy was everything I dreamed it would be. On top of that, I was blessed with two really great and really cool kids. I am amazed daily that they can both be so much like me and yet just like their mother and at the same time, nothing like us. They are so much fun to hang out with too. They have a lot of interesting talents that I enjoy watching develop. All of that being said, sometimes being a mom and dad can be challenging, tiring, frustrating and disappointing. Even on the worst day, I still get tears in my eyes imagining there is coming a time when they will move out and begin their own lives and families independent of us. I love my boys.
I was not prepared to be a daddy when my first son was born. I was only 19 years old. I was immature, naive and just downright foolish, but I loved him and did the best I could do, learning from my mistakes along the way. It would have been helpful to have to instructional, practice, learning time on how to be a daddy before he was born. I do learn from my mistakes, and that is why Jade and I are preparing for the day when it is just the two of us again. Reese is 16 and a junior in high school, Kase is 14 and will be a freshman this fall. That means it won't be long. How are we preparing for this day? By getting away, just the two of us.
Around three times a year, Jade and I will get away for a night or a weekend and just be husband and wife. Around 360 days a year we are mom and dad full time, around the clock, but for a few days a year we are just husband and wife. No kids, no families, no friends, just us. I consider it practice and training for the day when it is just the two of us full time and the kids will come in for a visit a few times a year. Did you realize that one of the highest risks of divorce comes for couples married over 20 years when their children leave the home. Too often we only allow ourselves to be defined as mom and dad for so long that we don't know how to go back to being husband and wife. We don't want to fall into that trap, so we are practicing just being a husband and a wife this weekend. But I have to admit I can't wait to see my boys again on Sunday :)

Thursday, December 29, 2011

36, Day 19 (Written Thursday December 29) ~ Walking On Water


I guess you could say that I am the victim of my own preaching. One of my favorite parts about being a local preacher was watching people grow spiritually over time. I love seeing people “get it” and start to make serious, positive changes in their lives. I loved helping them, not just to understand the Scriptures, but to put them to practice in their lives. It never gets old. A funny thing happens when you preach/teach and listen to what you are saying. Those same Scriptures begin to work on your heart just like they do everyone else’s. I kept hearing myself telling the folks in my Bible classes that they needed to step outside of the box spiritually, do the thing that scares you the most and set spiritual goals for yourself and then reach for them. I was challenging everyone to do that, at am still amazed at how many did and what they were able to accomplish, but I wasn’t practicing what I was preaching. I was just on spiritual cruise control. I knew what I wanted/needed to do, but was too afraid to acknowledge it because of the implications of it. I needed to leave local preaching. I knew it deep down in my heart but because of fear, guilt, shame and a sense of obligation, I refused to acknowledge it. But it wouldn’t go away. It was about this same time that, figuratively speaking, I saw Jesus walking on the water.

Let me explain that one of my favorite accounts from the Bible is Matthew 14 and Jesus walking on the water. I have preached this many times and love talking about it. In the context, Jesus is trying to teach the disciples to stop sitting back expecting Him to solve every problem they encounter and get hands on with their faith. He will still be there to do what they can’t, but they needed to learn to get up and do what they can. I often talk about our need to get off the pew, or to the preachers out there, get out of the office, and get hands on with our faith. The people had no food, the disciples want to send them away, but Jesus says, no, you feed them. They make the excuse, we can’t. Jesus replies bring me what you have and you know the rest of the story. They couldn’t solve the problem on their own, but instead of ignoring it or making it someone else’s problem to deal with, Jesus wanted them to do what they could and leave the rest up to Him. How often are we like that. It’s not my problem, let somebody else deal with it, when all God wants us to do is get to work?

Immediately after this, the disciples are on a boat in the middle of the water, in the middle of the night in the middle of a storm. It’s at this moment they think they see a ghost, walking on the water no less and they are so afraid they cry out in terror. This tells me that sometimes it takes difficult and scary things to get our attention and turn our focus to what is important in life. Quickly they realize it’s Jesus and their fear turns to relief. It’s Jesus, He’ll save us, we’re ok now that He is here, must have been their thoughts, but Peter is starting to “get it.” He says to Jesus, if it is really you, let me come out there to you and Jesus says come. Peter understands if you stay in the boat you get to be with the disciples of Jesus, but if you get out of the boat you get to be with Jesus. Peter then takes the greatest step of faith ever taken, and he walks on water. The old saying goes like this: If you want to walk on water, you’ve got to get out of the boat. I’d like to add a thought to that. If you walk on water you’re feet are going to get wet, meaning, there will be some trials, troubles and trade offs in stepping out of the boat.

This is what we are doing. We are stepping out of the boat. We are scared, we have lots of unanswered questions, we don’t know where our financial support will come from, but we know where Jesus is and we want to walk with Him. Sure our feet will get wet and we might even sink and have to cry “Lord, save me.” I am going to practice what I’ve preached. I am stepping outside of the box spiritually and I’m ready to walk on water with Jesus. Who’s willing to take the next step?

36, Day 18 (Written Thursday December 28) ~ Closing Credits


I told you yesterday about my movie day, and usually I am rushed to get from one movie to the next before it starts, but every now and then I have time to kill and when I do I stay until all of the closing credits have run and the words “The End” appear and the screen goes blank. I’ve always thought that these people worked hard to bring me those two hours of entertainment and escape, the least I can do is stay and acknowledge their contributions. That’s what I did tonight.

At a couple of minutes until eight, I walked away from the microphone, sat my song book and Bible on the front pew and took a seat awaiting the closing prayer. This was my last night of services as a local preacher. I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, I am still going to be preaching. In fact I will be in the pulpit Sunday morning in Chattanooga, but I won’t be a local preacher anymore. No one will consider or call me “my preacher.” Three months after my decision and announcement, it came and went without fanfare. It was for the most part, just another Wednesday night Bible class. The only difference was I told my “testimony” for the first time publicly. I wanted my church family to know where I came from and how I got to where I am today, leaving local work to go into mission work. Everything that happened to me in my prodigal past, and everything that has happened during my ministry have transformed me into who I am and brought me to this new path I am taking. I know there would have been a much easier way to get here, but at least I got here.

When making the announcements at the beginning of services (something I have always hated doing, I’d rather preach ten sermons than make one announcement), I intentionally lingered a moment and looked all around and felt the pulpit in my hands. At the end of Bible class, as my final comments were being made, I really listened to them myself. During the invitation song, I looked into the eyes of every person in the auditorium. And when I made the final announcements I paused one last time. After services we stuck around for 45 minutes talking, hugging and crying. And when I picked up my Bible and walked out the side door to my car, I took a long deep breath, trying to soak it all in, before I stepped out the door. For me, each of these actions was like staying and reading all of the closing credits at the end of the movie. Thousands of people work hard together, doing their part for a long time to make the magic happen that we enjoy on the screen. That is the story of my ministry. There are thousands of people who have each made a contribution, some greater, some smaller, all important. Some were heroes, some were villains and some provided comic relief, but all had a part to play. The End.................or better yet, To Be Continued.

36, Day 17 (Written Tuesday December 27) ~ Movie Day


Today is my favorite day of the year. It is my Christmas and birthday all wrapped up in one. It is my annual movie day. Perhaps it would help to give a little background on what movie day is and why I love it so much.

It all starts with the fact that I love going to the movies. I enjoy watching them at home on DVD, but honestly it’s like eating McDonald’s when you could have Ruth’s Chris (http://brandonbritton.blogspot.com/2011/12/36-day-13-written-friday-december-23.html). I love everything about movie theaters: the people, the popcorn, the candy, the seats, the size of the screen, the sound system, the previews, I just love it. In 2007 I was feeling the pressures and stresses of being a dad, a preacher, a husband, just everything and it was starting to take it’s toll on me. I needed to get away, but a vacation was expensive and not an option at the time. In talking with Jade I mentioned that I needed to do some Christmas shopping for her and that there were several movies I wanted to see that I knew she had no interest in. Through this conversation sprouted the idea of me taking a day, around my birthday, to just get away by myself and do something I really enjoyed, going to the movies. I saw three movies that day at two different theaters and I had a blast! I loved it. I had no idea at the time how therapeutic it was for me. Since then I have been able to watch four movies in one day each year. One of my favorite parts is walking up to the ticket seller around 10:45 am and saying I would like one adult ticket for ...... at 11:00, one for ...... at 12:45, one for ...... at 3:00 and one for ...... at 6:00. They always look at me and say, are you serious? I spend weeks studying movie release dates, theater locations, starting times and chart a course for which day is the optimal day to do movie day. I will literally walk out of one movie, use the restroom and walk into the next movie as it begins....four times in one day. I know it may sound insane, but I love it. I highly recommend you go to a movie by yourself sometime, but beware, it can be addictive.

Now this next part I hesitate to tell you, but since I promised in my blog description that I would always say what I was feeling and dealing with, even if it wasn’t popular or too honest, so here it goes. My movie day is all about selfish indulgence. I honestly try to not be selfish in my day to day life. My most frequent quote is, “It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll do what everybody else wants.” And I mean it. But on movie day, I don’t consider anyone else, except myself. I leave when I want, I go where I want, I eat what I want, I see what I want and I spend the day all by myself doing only what I want to do without consulting or considering what others want. I know that sounds terrible on paper, but my family actually encourages it and have become big fans themselves. They buy me boxes of my favorite movie candy (Reese’s Pieces) and gift certificates for movie theaters. It is one day a year where I am not daddy, husband, son or preacher, I am just Brandon. When the day is over I come home happy, smiling, refreshed, full (eating at Carrabba’s has become a part of how movie day comes to a close), entertained and excited to get home and back to being daddy and husband and son.

I have gone to Thoroughbred 20 in Franklin, TN, Regal Green Hills (my favorite megaplex), Regal Hollywood Stadium (least favorite) and Opry Mills in Nashville. I have also gone to Belcourt Theater in Hillsborough Village, my favorite. It is an old movie theater that only shows one or two movies (usually art house, film festival, old reruns or independent films that will not be coming to a theater near you, but it has more character than any of the cookie cutter megaplexes ever will. This year I went to Opry Mills and had a great time, even though it was kind of weird seeing that giant mall empty (reopens from the flooding in March 2012), it smelled brand new which was a cool and new experience. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll “see you, at the movies.”

36, Day 16 (Written Monday December 26) ~ Broken Records And Broken Hearts


Tonight started with a lot of fun and excitement. The boys and I sat together and watched the Saints game and cheered for Drew Brees as he broke the NFL record for most yards passing in a season. The record he broke belonged to Dan Marino, my childhood football hero. Right this moment there is a Dan Marino jersey hanging in my closet and a Dan Marino autographed football sitting in my son’s bedroom. I love Drew Brees, and I’m a Saints fan, so I was excited to watch him break the record, which he did. We all cheered as we watched history being made and the torch being passed.

Shortly after that, an old friend came by to visit and told us of some tragic and traumatic things that had occurred in their life recently. Suddenly I was crushed and heartbroken. This is someone we love very much, and have for a very long time, and they were hurting badly, yet there was nothing we could really do about it. We listened, we hugged and we talked, but we couldn’t turn back the clock and we couldn’t take away the hurt they were feeling. Tonight I will go to bed very saddened and feeling helpless. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly life can turn you on your head.

36, Day 15 (Written Sunday December 25) ~ The End


The End: Even as I write this, I still haven’t come to grips with how I feel right now. Today I preached my final sermons at Fairview as their preacher and possibly my last sermons ever as a local preacher. I will still preach regularly, but I won’t be “the” preacher or “our” preacher. For essentially all of my adult life I have been a local preacher. Truthfully, it’s all that I know. But, it has come to an end. I will still be teaching Bible class this Wednesday night, but I won’t be in that pulpit as their preacher anymore. Each new day will be a mystery as I try to figure out who I am and what I’ll do now that I’m not a local preacher.

36, Day 14 (Written Saturday December 24) ~ My Favorite Christmas





There’s something you need to know before we go any farther. My wife is like a little kid when it comes to Christmas, and I mean that in every possible way. She loves this time of year with an unrelenting passion. She wants the tree up at Thanksgiving. She checks the mail religiously with anticipation of Christmas cards. She decorates the entire house, she even has Christmas plates (as in multiple sets, not just multiple plates). She will literally have her Christmas shopping done before summer is over. And just like a kid, she loves presents and hates to wait to get them. It is next to impossible to get her something that she doesn’t know about and keep from giving it to her until Christmas, but this year I did.

I waited until two days before Christmas and I ran away for a day to build her some Christmas presents. I had been listening throughout the year when she mentioned certain things she liked or showed me pictures of things that made her giddy. So armed with scrap lumber and borrowed tools I got to work on four projects, of which all but one were made from old discarded pallets. You read that right, old discarded pallets. I made her a thing to hang on the wall to hold picture frames (complete with black frames with pictures of our family), an outdoor patio table with wheels, and a piece of wall art with a heart that says love which she saw on Pinterest. The last piece I made her was a coffee table built from wood salvaged from a 200 year old tobacco barn with shadow box top made form a window out of my grandparents old house. I gave them to her today and she had no idea about any of it. She was totally surprised and blown away. She was so thrilled she didn’t know how to react. This is my favorite Christmas because it was one of the rare times when I was able to completely surprise Jade with something that she truly loved. I’m already planning for next year....just don’t let Jade know ;)

36, Day 13 (Written Friday December 23) ~ Non-Traditional Tradition


When I was a kid one of the highlights of my year was the Christmas night gathering with the Hood’s at Big Mamma’s house. My mother has nine brothers and sisters, all of whom are married with children. When our immediate family gathered together for Christmas there were over seventy of us. It was always an awesome party with so many people, so much noise, so much food and so many presents. Fast forward to the present. I have exactly zero brothers or sisters. When my family gets together at my parents house for Christmas there are exactly six of us. Did I mention we live next door to my parents? We also go to church with my parents and almost every Sunday eat lunch with my parents. As blasphemous as this might sound to some, getting together at Christmas is just not that big a deal. It is almost like every other day with the exception of exchanging gifts. Because of this, we decided several years ago to create our own Christmas tradition to make the day more special. How did we do it? We forgo the usual holiday menu (ham, turkey, etc) and have steak and shrimp instead. Mom gets out the fine China and uses the nice table cloths and silverware, Dad grills the steaks and shrimp and we all eat well.

As I’ve mentioned in earlier posts (http://brandonbritton.blogspot.com/2011/12/36-day-7.html), my mom is pretty special and amazing and dedicates herself to providing those she loves with the things they want. For weeks she’d been telling us to be at her house on Friday the 23rd at 4:30, dressed nice and not full of junk food. We get in the car and start down the road when mom tells us she is taking us somewhere we’ve always said we wanted to go....Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. I have always wanted to eat a steak from Ruth’s Chris, but would never go. It is a luxury I just couldn’t justify. This is where mom steps in to do for you what you couldn’t or wouldn’t do for yourself.

I can honestly say this was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in a long time, and one of the best Christmases we’ve ever had as a family. We laughed and talked on the ride to Nashville. We had incredible steaks and shrimp (and dessert) at the restaurant, and, how cool is this, sat a couple of tables from Jacksonville Jaguars quarterback Blaine Gabbert and the entire Jaguars offensive line. Afterward we went to the Shadrach’s Christmas Lights display, which we enjoyed from a carriage ride. The whole night was filled with laughter and conversation, good food and good company. It was just a family that loves one another and loves being together just being together. I already know what I want for Christmas next year.

36, Day 12 (Written Thursday December 22) ~ Stepping Stones Or Stumbling Blocks?


Earlier this year Jade got into distance running. She trained every day for a 5k and then for a half marathon. While she was doing this I learned a lot about the mentality and motivation of distance runners. I kept encountering a quote which advised, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” That first step is the hardest and the last is the sweetest, but all of those taken in between are the most crucial. A lot can happen between the start and finish line. Runners tell me that the greatest obstacle you will face is yourself, and the greatest motivator you have is also yourself. When you don’t want to run anymore, take another step. Will you allow God to use you as a stepping stone or will you resist and become a stumbling block?

Recently I was talking with a good friend and spiritual mentor about where we’ve been, where we are and where we are going. We laughed about how things had turned out (exactly as we’d asked God, just not in the manner in which we thought it would come about). I guess you could say that God took us on the scenic route. All of this lead us to one conclusion: God is always moving things forward and we can either be a stepping stone or a stumbling block. Nobody really wants to be a stepping stone, after all, it requires getting stepped on. On the other hand, being a stumbling block isn’t any better. Stumbling blocks still get trampled under foot, but they have the added stigma of knocking others down, while stepping stones enable people to move forward.

It would be nice to be the one doing the stepping, but sometimes its necessary to play a small part in a bigger plan. John the Baptist wasn’t the end of God’s plan, but he was a necessary stepping stone. His job was to bring Israel from the law of Moses to Jesus, and he did. Are you content allowing God to use you to help advance His plans by being a stepping stone? Or will pride and ambition cause you to rise up against it and becoming a stumbling block? The things that sometimes disappoint or frustrate us might appear different when viewed from another perspective....heaven’s. Being a stepping stone is an honor when you realize God has chosen you to get a person, a family or a church from point A to point B. You weren’t the ultimate goal or the end result, but you were a necessary step for them to get there.

36, Day 11 (Written Wednesday December 21) ~ First Love


Most people can remember their first love or first crush with a mixture of nostalgia and humor. For me it was Devina Isbell. I was in first grade and she was in the fourth grade. She was never my girlfriend, we never held hands, sat by one another in the lunchroom or even spoke. She rode my school bus and to the best of my knowledge, never even knew I existed.

I thought about that first puppy love tonight when I witnessed a young girl who obviously had her first love. I think she’s about eleven or twelve and the object of her affection is over six feet tall, with salt and pepper hair and is nearly forty years old. He’s also her dad. After Bible class tonight I was talking with her father and couldn’t help but be distracted by the fact that she had her arm around his arm, holding his hand and leaning against his shoulder. It was at the same time the most innocent and sweetest things I’ve seen in a long time. Her first love isn’t going to be some goofy and awkward pre-teen boy, but her daddy. It’s not the kind of love that a woman has for her husband, but this love is the kind that will lay the foundation for her to have a successful married love one day.

A couple of days before this I saw on Facebook where one of my best friends had taken his teenage daughter out for a daddy and daughter date. The smile on her face in the pictures told me everything I needed to know about what the date meant to her. I can imagine that from her father she will learn the ingredients and blueprint for a healthy relationship with a boy. It starts with conversation, which turns to friendship, then adds respect, which leads to trust, which blossoms into love, which culminates in marriage that is consummated on the wedding night. If she had to learn these things on her own, statistics show that she would get it all mixed up and backwards. She would engaged in sex, believing this was necessary to get the boy to love her and respect her, which he never will because she has given away her most precious possession. Thankfully, these girls I’ve mentioned will likely never make this mistake. They have learned from their daddies how a girl deserves to be, and should expect to be treated. If a boy doesn’t live up to that standard then she won’t give him the time of day. My advice to all the boys out there who will one day try to win her heart: you will have to learn to love her and treat her like her daddy does. Good luck to you because I know both of these guys and you have some pretty big shoes to fill.

Friday, December 23, 2011

36, Day 10 - Open After Hours (Written Tuesday December 20)


Jade and I have a reputation for staying way too late at friends houses. This has been the case for fifteen years and you would think turning 36 would change that, but apparently it hasn't. Tuesday night we celebrated Christmas with another of our non-related family members (see http://brandonbritton.blogspot.com/2011/12/36-day-8-are-we-family-written-sunday.html for explanation), and once again we stayed way late, like 2:30 am late. But here's the thing, it seems that after 11:00 pm the conversations have a tendency to get more real. Maybe it is because we are too tired to put forth the effort to mask our true feelings. Whatever the reason, it happens, and I love it. We actually have a tradition with some of our closest friend-families (Jeremy and Sherri James) of getting together twice a year at our house and staying up until about 4:00 am talking. I look forward to those two nights a year like they are a vacation.
Tonight we weren't with the James' but still had a profound and edifying conversation. It started with a question about marriage, divorce and remarriage but gradually morphed into a discussion of grace, forgiveness and loving like Jesus instead of like Christians. Dear Christian brethren, I am trying to imitate Jesus, not you. He is my standard, not you, and I am only concerned with pleasing Him, not you. I heard a man say on one occasion, Pharisees want you to look and be like them, disciples want you to look and be like Jesus.
One of the things I took away from this conversation was that when you encounter someone who is lost, dying and hurting in sin, they just need you to help them get out ASAP and not explain to them why they are in the mess to begin with. It's kind of like a drowning man. Rather than lecture him on why he is drowning (you didn't wear a lifevest, you swam where there is no lifeguard on duty, you are in over your head, you don't know how to swim), he just needs you to pull him out of the water. Let him catch his breath, and then you can help him to learn how not to drown again.
We also talked about forgiveness. Notice that it is forGIVENESS, not forEARNEDness. Meaning, don't expect, wait for, or make people earn it, be willing to give it. In order for forgiveness to occur, you have to first desire it, then offer it and if necessary pursue it. You will not ever forgive until you decide that you want to. You can't offer it because you have to, are asked to or are told to. You have to want to, and that is the hardest step in forgiveness. Maybe this will help you take that step: just remember forgiving someone has nothing to do with them and everything to do with God. You are not forgiving them because they deserve to be forgiven, but because God has asked you to forgive them, even as He for Christ sake has forgiven you (Ephesians 4:32). Once you desire to forgive, then you offer forgiveness. This means you don't wait for them to ask for it, you go to them and offer it. If they ask for it in response to your offer, you have gained a brother, but if they reject it (denying they need it or saying they don't even want it), then you must begin to pursue forgiveness. You can't say, "Well I tried, I offered, but they didn't want it." You must continue to try to reach a place of forgiveness. How long did God pursue forgiving you? How long did He offer before you accepted? How long are you willing to pursue forgiveness for those who have wronged you? We expect them to come to us, but in truth, we are just as obligated to go to them and offer. Look at Matthew 18:15ff. Jesus says go to them and offer it. If they reject, take others with you, the whole church if need be. In other words, pursue forgiveness.
Of course there is another side to this coin. In order for forgiveness to occur, the offender must seek forgiveness and the offended must offer it. I can desire to forgive you, offer to forgive you and seek/pursue forgiving you, but you cannot be forgiven until you accept forgiveness (which requires you acknowledging you need it, i.e. you've done something wrong). God desires to forgive me. He offers to forgive me and if I reject His forgiveness He pursues me. It is only when I accept His forgiveness that I can actually enjoy it. Hit me up and tell me what you think...we'll be up all night.

36, Day 9 - Is This Some Kind Of A Joke? (written Monday December 19)


A church of Christ preacher, a Hindu and a Mennonite walk into a hotel... I know that it sounds like the start of a joke, but that describes how my Monday ended. As mentioned in an earlier blog (http://brandonbritton.blogspot.com/2011/12/36-day-6.html), for most of this year I've worked up at the Comfort Inn doing general remodeling with my dad. The hotel is owned by an Indian man who is Hindu. He is also one of the most generous and kind people I know and a lot of fun to hang out with. I can tell you, we have had some fantastic conversations over the past year about his beliefs, my beliefs, his beliefs about my beliefs and my beliefs about his beliefs (confused yet?). I don't know if either of us has made any ground toward converting the other, but it is nice to be able to discuss, not argue, with someone so drastically different from me in matters of faith.
This is nothing new since we've been doing this for nearly a year now, but Monday was made even more interesting by the addition of a group of Mennonites to our philosophical roundtable. Actually the Mennonite preacher was part of the group. We talked about a lot of things: work, politics, family, the trinity, mission work. I have to tell you, it was a much more enjoyable and beneficial conversation than yet another conversation about football or how fast the year has flown by. Afterward I couldn't help but think about why do we make those with whom we don't agree out to be enemies or threats. We usually don't change one another's mind, but we do listen and we do respect one another and sometimes we do learn something.

36, Day 8 - Are We Family? (written Sunday December 18)


Recently I heard the old 70's song, "We Are Family" and it really got me to thinking. (I know what you're thinking, "Wow, I never knew disco could spur someone to soul searching thought"). What I got to thinking was, what really makes someone family? Is it blood and DNA? Is it last names or common ancestors? Is it shared physical characteristics, reunions and holiday gatherings? I really don't think so. Just because we are related, doesn't mean we are family.
To me, family is more about relationships, attitudes and time spent together, than it is about our last name. Some of the people I consider to be most like family aren't even related to me at all, except perhaps through Christ. At the same time, there are a lot of people I am related to (haven't you heard, I am kin to half of Giles County) that just don't seem like family to me. Please don't read too much into that statement. I have no animosity toward them, and it is certainly not the case that I don't care about them, I just don't have anything in common with them or have no connection to them other than sharing great-grandparents.
Case in point, when you go to a family reunion, do you notice that most people tend to sit with and talk with those they are close to? And when you do talk with others it is usually a short conversation because after a couple of minutes you have said all you know to say and don't really have anything else in common to talk about. Sometimes it just seems like we are doing things out of a sense of obligation. On the other hand, today I spent the afternoon with a group of people that feel like family to me, even though we are not related. The one family is from Georgia, with Russian grandparents, and the other family are a mixture of Canadian and Chinese, while my family of four is pure blood hillbilly. We could not be much more different genetically, yet we had such a wonderful family Christmas celebration from the time morning worship ended until evening worship started. The house was filled with laughter, conversation, fun and just blessings. Are we related? No. Are we family? Absolutely.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

36, Day 7



Leading the I.O.U. class for the little guys before evening worship is one of my favorite jobs as a local preacher. And one of my favorite parts of that job is learning new Scripture songs to teach them. We always used “Hannah’s Hundred”, a CD by the Colley family that puts Bible verses into a song for ease of learning. One of my all time favorites from that CD is Colossians 3:15. “And let the peace of God rule in your hearts to the which also you are called in one body and be ye thankful.” While a student at the Memphis School of Preaching I had to memorize literally hundreds and hundreds of Bible verses, but this was not one of them. I know I had read that verse many times before, but for some reason, as a song, it really resonated with me, and is now one of my favorite verses.

The peace of God is directly linked to thankfulness and one of the things I am most thankful for is my mother. I know that most everyone thinks their mother is amazing, and I am no exception, but I also know that it is true that my mother really is an amazing person. I am fully aware that most everything about me that anyone likes is simply a reflection of “how my momma raised me.” Without a doubt she is one of the most unselfish, fun and giving people I know. She always seems to strike the perfect balance between being concerned and helpful without being pushy and intrusive. She has always amazed me with her ability to know when to just bite your tongue and listen. Additionally, she is so strong. She had been hit with some tough things in life, but they haven’t made her bitter or changed who she is. I know she hurts like everyone else, but she rarely lets it show. True strength doesn’t come from just enduring hardship, but in enduring without being changed for the worse. She is also incredibly giving. I was humbled by the level of commitment and care she provided to her mother in the final years of her life, likely extending her life by several years. This is also the same woman who at any moment if I or my sons or my father asked her to make chocolate oatmeal cookies, spaghetti, pancakes or breakfast casserole or anything else, she would almost certainly do it. Literally as I am writing this she is texting me and asking me to choose from a long list of my favorite foods for her to cook for me on Sunday. Looking back I realize how much fun my mother was. We did so many things together when I was growing up. She went with me to concerts that she cared nothing for, but acted like she loved the music I loved. Funny thing is, she still does the same thing with my sons today.

I am ashamed to say that I haven’t cherished her more as an adult. Sometimes things are so close to your face that you can’t see how beautiful they really are. They are more fully appreciated from a distance. I am sure that will be the case with my mother. Once I am eight hours away her true beauty and value will become even more evident. My life has never been one of turmoil and trouble, and even in the moments when they have come into my life, I have always had a deep and abiding sense of peace and calm. That peace and calm was provided to me because of, and through my mother and for that I am thankful.

36, Day 6


There’s a thin line between blessed and spoiled. I am very blessed, but too often I take that fact for granted and thereby trespass into the realm of spoiled. Yesterday afternoon I helped my dad do some minor remodeling at the hotel and it dawned on me how fortunate I have been and how little I have appreciated it. Two things I realized today: one, this little town is really nice to look at from any of its many high hills and two, I’ve been fortunate to spend a great deal of time working with my dad for most of this year. Dad and I have been working at the Comfort Inn doing minor remodeling and painting since March. We’ve painted, landscaped, built and any number of other things, mostly on Mondays, but also on weekends and afternoons. Even if you live here, its worthy staying a night at the Comfort Inn just to get to enjoy the view of Pulaski from there. You can see Martin College, the courthouse, Quick Mart, the bypass, all the way to the high school and all the way to my house. I could literally sit for hours and just look at how beautiful this little town is. There is nothing more soothing than spending a day painting, listening to music, and feeling the breeze in the spring, while looking out over the whole town.

What has made this all the better is the fact I’ve been hanging out with my dad throughout all of this. My dad and I have always gotten along and had a lot in common, but since I’ve grown up, gotten married, had children and worked a full time job, we haven’t had a lot of time together. The necessary consequence is that we have drifted. We still love one another and get along just fine, but relationships have to be cultivated and for many years we didn’t get to do that. The shame is we’ve lived next door to one another for eight years and gone to church together for twelve. What can I say, life gets in the way. Working outside with him today it dawned on me that I have been spoiled. I have had a great blessing for a long time, but I haven’t appreciated and cherished it and it won’t be long until the opportunity is passed. I made a decision today that it is going to be my priority these next four months to focus on these blessings. It’s amazing what you can see when you take time to stop and look around. Standing on top of a high hill yesterday with my dad, I saw much more than my hometown, I saw how blessed I am.

Friday, December 16, 2011

36, Day 5


This world is not my home, I’m just passing through....Here we are but straying pilgrims...Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go...changes and endings should be something we are comfortable with considering how much time we devote to reminding ourselves that nothing stays the same for long and most things in this life are very brief. Truth is, we tell ourselves these things over and over, not because we believe them, but because we don’t want to believe them and are trying to convince ourselves. Like it or not, believe it or not, everything in life is temporary and brief, which is why it is so important to find one thing that is constant.

For me that constant is my wife. I have known her since I was a kid and have watched her change from a girl to a girlfriend to a wife to a mother and I know one day I will watch her change again into a grandmother. Despite all of these changes, one thing hasn’t changed, how much I love her. Our lives together have changed so many times and drastically too. She has been right by my side through high school, college, 3rd shift, college again, more college (preaching school), preaching, changing churches, leaving preaching and beginning mission work. She’s been there from Pulaski to Florence back to Pulaski to Memphis, back to Pulaski to Georgia. It takes a special and amazing wife to always be by her husband and to support him wherever he goes and whatever he does. So much has changed in my life but one thing that has never changed is the presence, support and love of my wife Jade. She’s the reason it doesn’t matter how I earn my paycheck or where my mailing address is, or if I even have a home, because I know that wherever and whatever, she will be there when I get home (wherever that is). And that is all I need. She is my escape and my motivation. I can’t wait to sit in my home in Georgia, surrounded by people, places and things that I don’t know, a fish out of water and as uncomfortable as I could be, and then look at the other end of the couch and see her sitting there. I can’t wait to be in a jungle, an island or a strange city in a country far from home, surrounded by people I don’t know who speak a language I don’t understand, and feel her grab my hand and hear her voice say I love you (te amo), we did it. Her name is Jade, but she is my Ruth. "Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me." (Ruth 1:16–17 NKJV) This world is not my home and I am just passing through, but I am so thankful that she is passing through with me.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

36, Day 4


I’m getting an early start on day 4 (it is currently 2:00 am). It wasn’t so many years ago I stayed up until 2:00 am for entirely different reasons, but at thirty-six you stay up this late researching scholarships for your junior in high school, sign him up for ACT tests and finish his high school/college dual enrollment paperwork. I have been to college and I believe that the applications and paperwork for all of this is far more complicated than the actual classes themselves. Like so many things in life, perception is reality, so it all depends on how you look at things to determine if something is a positive or a negative. I could look at it this way: I have stayed up way too late and will now get up too late in the morning and be behind all day. Or I could look at it like I’ve gotten a very early start on today, providing me with the time and opportunity to take a nap before finishing out the day. I think I will go with door number two.

Last night I worked on my final bulletin for Fairview and I decided to include in it an open letter to my Fairview family. I tried to be very candid and open about how I came to be the preacher at Fairview and how and why it came to be that I am leaving. It was interesting to me to reflect back on the events and circumstances that have brought us to where we are. On June 1st I went to Valdosta for the first time in my life and on January 1st I will begin working with a church there. Life is filled with day after day of the same thing over and over again and then one day everything changes completely. Life is a panoply of the regular interrupted by rapid, drastic change, followed by a chorus of repetition. Rinse, repeat.

36, Day 3


I know now that I am officially old. It has nothing to do with all of this gray in my beard. It’s not about being thirty-six years old. It isn’t even because of the constant little aches and pains that constantly afflict some formerly fully normal part of my body. I know I am old because I genuinely get excited (I mean the kind of excited where you tell everyone you meet and even blog about it) over getting a great discount on meat at the grocery store. For the past few months the highlight of my week has been a trip to a certain grocery store on a certain day to peruse the meat department for “Reduced For Quick Sale” meats. Steaks and roasts for a third of the cost are what get me out of bed early these days. I especially get fired up when I find two eight ounce filet mignons for SIX BUCKS!!! This week marked my greatest score to date. Two eight ounce filets, three twelve ounce ribeyes and a twenty ounce (you read that correctly, TWENTY OUNCE!!!!) porterhouse. How much did I pay for this assorted bouquet of beef? Twenty-three dollars. I fed my family of four, along with my parents, a steak dinner for the price of one steak dinner in a restaurant, eighteen dollars. I know you’re wondering where the other five dollars went. I saved the porterhouse for myself and a special occasion. See, it’s official, I am old. Discounted meats get me more excited than, well, whatever it is that young whipper snappers get really excited about. The sweetest part (other than Peggy Sanders chocolate oatmeal cookies which she made me for my birthday) is that a night of conversation around the dinner table with my family wasn’t eighteen dollars, it was priceless.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

36, Day 2

My 36th birthday was way better than my 35th. For my 35th birthday I got a blood clot in my thigh and spent ten days on bed rest with my leg elevated. This year I got to preach, spent a couple of hours at Barnes and Noble without being rushed and got to use a gift card. We went to West Huntsville Church of Christ and got to hear Glenn Colley preach and then went to the dollar movies to watch Contagion with my boys and my brother in law, which has become somewhat of an unspoken tradition when they come. Nothing fancy, nothing special, but several things that I enjoy doing and with people I rarely see, but enjoy spending time with.

I have started to acknowledge that these next few weeks are going to be difficult for me. I can feel the future beginning to creep in and affect me emotionally. I got a little emotional last night at West Huntsville during their Kidsing program. I realized that I am going to really miss teaching the little kids before church and at O.A.S.I.S. I love their enthusiasm and how they live just to get to say a Bible verse into a microphone. I also began to realize I will miss how those little ones look up to their preacher. To them, the preacher is one of the most interesting and amazing people in the world. The preacher gets to stand up and talk during church and he gets to use a microphone too. I have kept and treasured every picture of me or Jesus they have drawn and given me or note they have written me. My heart has melted when their parents or teachers have told me about them praying for me or answering in Bible class, “Who preached the sermon on the Day of Pentecost?”, “Mr. Brandon!” (Ben Rubelsky). I will miss those little guys and their genuine, innocent, enthusiasm and love.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

A Blog A Day...


36, Day 1 - Since so many changes will be taking place over the next year, and since I am beginning my 36th year today, I thought this would be a good excuse and opportunity to document these changes on a day to day basis. So here it goes...

Today began like every other day. I’ve long since outgrown the expectation that your birthday will be different than every other day, but I’ve also grown to understand that this is ok. It doesn’t have to be magically memorable to be a good day. I’ve learned to appreciate each day of life as special and filled with memorable moments. Admittedly, thirty-six is weird to say and think about, because I vividly remember my parents at this age. I had just turned nineteen and gotten married when mom and dad were the age I am now. It’s funny to me that even though your body ages, your mind never does seem to. I am more mature and sensible than when I was a teenager, but honestly, I still think the way I did as a teen. I wonder if you ever stop seeing yourself as a teenager, or if, even in an eighty year old body, your mind still “feels” eighteen? Guess I’ll have to wait and see.

Here are my birthday highlights so far (it is only 8:30 am). Got up, back still hurting terribly, got ready, drank chocolate milk, folded church bulletins, straightened up house, woke everyone, typed up a letter for the house loan, read and responded to Facebook birthday wishes, sat down to begin this blog post. Nick and Amber are here and that is fun. I am going to be preaching my antepenultimate sermon at Fairview this morning.

It has started to feel weird as I begin to realize that I only have, after today, two more Sundays as a local preacher. I am excited and looking forward to the changes, but at the same time, it will be weird and I will have to feel my way through it. It is ironic that last year on my birthday I was bedridden with a blood clot in my leg and had to miss church for the first time since being restored fifteen years earlier and today, I am not bedridden, but my back is totally messed up and has been for weeks. I guess from here on out I can expect to get a new ailment for each birthday. Sounds about right seeing as how I am closer to forty than thirty now.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Five Ways To Discourage Your Husband


Most of the time when articles are written on marriage relationships, they focus on the need for husbands to get their head on straight and stop being an idiot, or as my wife, affectionately, calls me, a “big stupid head.” (For those of you who just gasped that she calls me that, it’s actually an inside joke that has evolved into a term of endearment). I think the reason most articles focus on this is because generally we husbands need a little extra tutoring in relationships, more so than wives, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few things wives can learn as well. Although I’m not a marriage expert, I am marriage experienced. I have been married for literally half of my life and have worked with dozens and dozens of couples in counseling for the past fourteen years. During that time, listening to his complaints and her complaints, I’ve noticed several things that a wife can do to greatly discourage her husband. We usually associate sensitivity and feelings with women, but men can just as easily be discouraged. A man’s wife has the power to elevate him to greatness and the greatest joy he can experience, or crush his spirit and bury him in discouragement. I don’t think any wife wants to be a source of discouragement to her husband, but here are five things you might be doing that can do just that. If you do any or all of these five things, you will certainly discourage your husband, making it harder for him to be the man and do the things that you and God want him to.

Apply double standards to your relationship. We usually focus on the double standards that exist between men and women. If a man sleeps around he’s a ladies man, but if a woman does she’s a tramp. A woman can do the same job as a man but get paid less money. Double standards exist between men and women and they aren’t fair and shouldn’t exist, whether in the business world, or in the marriage. How would you react if your husband talked about how hot an actress was or how hot her body is? You’d probably smack him or at least tell him he’s a pig. Yet for some reason many women find it acceptable, and assume their husbands do too, for them to “ooh and ahh” about a movie star’s sexy abs (usually while patting her husbands pot bell). Do you crack jokes about his weight or being out of shape? If he did the same thing to you it would devastate you, and it might be doing the same thing to him. Believe it or not, men often struggle with body image issues as much as women, although not as openly.

Do you label his attitude as pouting if he is discouraged or disappointed? How do you react when you don’t get your way? Do you joyously accept your state or do you sulk? Do you ever tell him at the last minute of your plans to go shopping with the girls, expecting him to understand? If so, then certainly you would be just as understanding about a spur of the moment golf outing with his buddies or a decision to go watch the game with friends. What’s good for the goose.....

Raise your voice or speak condescendingly. If he raises his voice and shouts at you he’s a bully. If you do the same thing, what does that make you? Don’t think just because he’s bigger and stronger its ok to “get in his face” when you are angry. While it may be true that other guys sometimes take this approach with your man, he at least has the option of going off on them in return. Not so with you. If you scream and yell at him he has to take it or risk being denounced as a neanderthal.

Just as damaging as screaming at your husband is talking down to him and being condescending or using a mocking tone. Just because you disagree with him, or even if he is wrong, you do not have the right to belittle him, and frankly, I can’t understand why you’d want to. When you do these things you essentially force him to choose between being a jerk or being emasculated. He can’t win either way and that discourages him.

Act as if sex with him is a terrible inconvenience for you and an earned and honored privilege for him. The sexual relationship between husbands and wives has always been a highly sensitive one and likely always will be. Generally, men and women have drastically different sex drives, and that can set the stage for problems. Sex may not even make the top five list of important things in your life, but it is likely the only thing on his top five list of important things. Do not make the foolish mistake of thinking his greatest needs and desires are less important that yours. Perhaps your greatest need is conversation, non-sexual affection, massages or having a clean house. How do you feel if these needs aren’t met? Frustrated, disappointed, angry, neglected, unappreciated or unloved? He feels the same way when his needs aren’t met. At least you can hire someone else or turn to someone else to meet your needs. He can only turn to you, and best of all, he wants to turn to you, which makes it all the more discouraging when you reject him. Keep in mind, biblically, he has every right to your body and part of your marriage commitment involves being available to him (and vice-versa, 1 Corinthians 7:3-5). The attitude Paul is promoting is not that you are a slave to one another, required to give your body to them at any time they desire it, but that your bodies are a gift to one another that you desire to give. The giving of your body is a gift of love and service.

It’s almost a given in our society (so much so that it is often the butt of jokes in movies and sitcoms) that the man better do everything just right all week and then cross him fingers that the stars align and nothing messes up the mood for him to have a chance to “get lucky” (that expression itself is very telling). Granted, a wife, especially if she’s a mother, has many demanding and exhausting, time consuming responsibilities, and a caring husband will be sensitive to this fact. Resentment can set in when he sees all of these other things being taken care of, yet his needs being ignored. Apart from God, your husband is your number one priority in life. As much as your children need you, they will one day leave you. Your husband will be your partner for life. If your children are hungry you might not be able at that instant to feed them, but you would certainly make it a priority to satisfy their hunger as soon as possible, should your husband not receive the same consideration? He wants to feel wanted and desired as much as you do. Ask yourself how you would feel if you indicated to him that you wanted to make love, only to have him complain about why he didn’t want to, ignore your request or just plain reject you? Your answer to that question may help you understand why he acts the way he does when he is rejected.

Don’t trust him to take care of what he’s responsible for. The argument usually goes something like this. He says, “Stop treating me like I’m a child.” She says, “Stop acting like a child and I won’t have to.” So who’s right? Sorry ladies, but in this case, he is. That’s not to say it’s ok for a husband to act like a child, only that it isn’t ok for you to treat your husband like a child. He is the head of the house (Ephesians 5:23) and you are to reverence him (Ephesians 5:33), not belittle him. While it is obviously difficult to do this when he is not fulfilling his responsibilities (love you as Christ loves the church, Ephesians 5:25), treating him as if he’s a child will certainly not help to elevate him to greater things. He may not know exactly hwo to be the leader God expects him to be, but deep down he longs for it and wants to be that man, THE man, your man. You can help him grow into that role by trusting him to take care of things. Even if he fails. Don’t use his failure as an opportunity to take the reigns back from him. How will he ever learn to lead if he isn’t given the chance to? When you are afraid you can’t trust him to handle things, trust Him to handle things. He may fail miserably at times, but remember that failing is often the strongest motivator for not failing again. If it’s his responsibility to do it, trust him to get it done and if he fails, let him know that you are still standing behind him, not looking down on him.

Boss him around and tell him what to do. Around age thirteen, or whenever testosterone begins to flow in his blood, little boys who previously hung on mommy’s every word, suddenly start to “bow up.” If you’re not familiar with that term, it means they suddenly don’t like a girl, any girl, telling them what to do. (Don’t lose heart, they usually start challenging dad as the authority figure in the house around this time too). The irony is, they will soon meet a really pretty girl and do anything she says, marry her and then start to resent whenever she tells him what to do (see why marriage is so complicated?). Of all the ways to discourage your husband, this one may be the most powerful. Like so many of the previously mentioned discouraging acts, this one can be avoided by considering how you like to be treated. I doubt you would respond any better to being bossed and told what you are or are not going to do. You might go along with it, and he might too, but at what cost? Rather than telling him what you want, demand or expect, try simply asking nicely and being polite. Instead of saying something like, “Go get my purse,” simply changing it to, “Will you go get my purse?” can change his attitude drastically.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Aren't You A Little Old For This....MTV?


We've all seen them. The guy who doesn't attend his ten year high school reunion because he's still hanging out with high school kids. The woman who should be wearing grown ups clothing but looks like she shops at Forever 21 or Hot Topic? When Brandon and Dylan and the rest of the gang were hanging out at the Peach Pit in 90210 they were almost thirty, but at least they looked seventeen, you don't, and even if you did, that was television, make believe, pretend, not real life.
Don't get me wrong, we all want to stay young and heart, and you don't have to dress like your grandfather, but at least act your age. I'm talking to you MTV! Did you realize that MTV turned 30 on Monday? Can you remember when thirty seemed OOOOOLLLLLDDDDD!?!?!?! If you do, you probably remember when MTV was young and tragically hip.
Guess what MTV, you're now a grown up, so why not start acting like one? Sure we could write off the seasons of practical jokes on Punk'd, the idiotic exploits of Viva La Bam, the skanky hook ups of the "Real" World, and celebrations of booze and barf from Spring Break as the youthful indiscretions of immaturity, but you're 30 now. Aren't you a little old for trashy shenanigans on the Jersey Shore, the spoiled brat exploits of My Super Sweet 16 and baby mamma drama of 16 and Pregnant/Teen Mom?
You trying to be cool and act like a teenager is as sad as watching Ozzy, Stephen Tyler, Mick Jagger, Bret Michaels, Vince Neil and all of the other guys who should be paw paws instead of "rock gods" prance around in leather leopard skin pants and no shirt. Ewww. Nobody wants to see that. You're no longer edgy or trendy, you're old and embarrassing. You are in need of a makeover and image overhaul worse than Britney Spears. You are I are old friends, we go way back, we grew up together, so please allow me to offer you a few suggestions:
#1- Play music! I recently scanned through my TV guide for music videos on MTV and would you believe that in an entire week the most music they played per day was four hours and that was between the hours of 3:00 am and 7:00 am. Come on MTV, don't you remember the good old days, back when we were actually teenagers and not acting like teenagers? Remember the first time you saw Smells Like Teen Spirit and you knew the days of lame hair metal/boys wearing make up music (yes I'm talking to you Poison, GNR, Motley Crue, Warrant) were over? Remember seeing LL Cool J on Unplugged (acoustic Hip Hop without samples and loops, played with a band!!!!!)? Remember when Pearl Jam introduced us to our parents generation of rock on the music awards with Neil Young and The Who? Remember when the Beastie Boys started playing instruments and Run DMC rapped with Aerosmith, single handedly launched the rap/rock era? Remember all of those crazy, envelope pushing, technologically amazing, impossibly choreographed Michael Jackson videos? You were personally responsible (thank you TRL) for creating the boy band, teen girl craze, twice! (NKOTB, Backstreet Boys, Boys II Men, Debbie Gibson, Tiffany....NSync, 98 Degrees, Britney, Christina Aguilera). Those moments are etched in my brain like snapshots of my youth. Do you really think this generation will be nostalgic in their thirties remembering Snooki puke all over herself or Johnny Knoxville shoot a bottle rocket from his butt? I would hope not.
#2-If you're going to talk about sex, drugs and drinking, at least do so responsibly. Educate on the dangers, demonstrate the consequences. Don't you think you're sending a bit of a mixed message when you follow up 16 and Pregnant (meant to show the realities and struggles of teen pregnancy) with The Real World: Las Vegas (which glamorizes hooking up, being hot and getting wasted)? Remember the days when you educated us about the dangers of AIDS/HIV, binge drinking and huffing paint? Now you seem to be encouraging it.
#3-Clean up your act. You seem to be really pushing young people to clean up the environment, why don't you start by cleaning up yours? Is anyone really entertained when you have to blur out the exposed body parts of your "Young and the Shameless" stars? How can I laugh or be moved by dialogue when 50 to 75% of it has to be "beeped" out? Little kids get away with bad words and nudity because they don't know better, you do. When grown ups do it, it's just tacky.

MTV, you were once like a cool older brother, now you're like a creepy uncle. It's time you act your age. Are you too old to remember how cool you used to be? Since the "M" isn't for music anymore, can you at least let it stand for maturity?

Friday, July 29, 2011

Sticks and Stones


There is a 19th century folktale about a man who went about town slandering the town’s wise man. One day, he went to the wise man’s home and asked for forgiveness. The wise man, realizing that this man had not internalized the gravity of his transgressions, told him that he would forgive him on one condition: that he go home, take a feather pillow from his house, cut it up, and scatter the feathers to the wind. After he had done so, he should then return to the wise man’s house.

Though puzzled by this strange request, the man was happy to be let off with so easy a penance. He quickly cut up the pillow, scattered the feathers, and returned to the house.

“Am I now forgiven?” he asked.

“Just one more thing,” the wise man said. “Go now and gather up all the feathers.”

“But that’s impossible. The wind has already scattered them.”

“Precisely,” he answered. “And though you may truly wish to correct the evil you have done, it is as impossible to repair the damage done by your words as it is to recover the feathers. Your words are out there in the marketplace, spreading hate, even as we speak.”

How interesting it is that we, as human beings, so quick to believe the bad that others say about someone; so accepting of the “news” contained in print and television tabloids, and so ready to assume the worst regarding another’s actions, actually allow ourselves to believe that the evil “we” spread about someone won’t really matter. Incredible that we can’t seem to immediately and resolutely accept the fact that the gossip we speak can – and often does – significant damage to that person.

Bob’s friend, Paul Myers, says, “Gossip is like a fired bullet. Once you hear the sound, you can’t take it back.” That is what the man in the above story found out in a very disappointing, shameful moment of self-discovery. And it isn’t just what we say about someone to others, but what we say to that person directly as well. We’ve all been told that “Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never harm me.” We also know that is totally untrue. While a body will typically recover from a physical injury, the harm caused by direct insults can sometimes last a lifetime, and tear the self-esteem right out of a person.

On the other hand, kind, encouraging words can build a person’s self-esteem, help him or her to grow and give them the impetus they need to do great, significant things with their lives. The choice regarding how we speak about or to someone is ours. It’s called “free will.”

http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/12771.htm