Lifting Disappointment and Loneliness

(Many need Any)

It

Is

Not

Good

For 

Man

To

Be

Alone...

God said.

My friends:  this isn't a long post, but I sense it is a long time in coming.

I've been practicing being a good friend for a lot of years now.  Connection is a high value to me, but that isn't cheating in friendship--it's provision.  In friendship:  someone has to go first.

Romans 12:17 in The Passion Translation reads, "Never hold a grudge or try to get even, but plan your life around the noblest way to benefit others.  Do your best to live as everybody's friend."

And, yet, in this `noblest pursuit', I keep stumbling across ones who don't really--when probed-- have any. 

They don't just have a few:  they don't have ANY friends.

They may know some people, but no one they might tell what they tell me.

No one to grieve with them or to really listen to their hearts cry.  No one who asks.  No one who really appreciates why Love is patient comes first in the progression.

It is a wild and sorrowful motif.

In one of the most haunting lines from Stand By Me, Rob Reiner/Stephen King's tremendous ode to friendship, The Writer, played by the inimitable Richard Dreyfuss says:  "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve.  Jesus, does anyone?"

Can you relate?

Or did you not have too many when you were 12, either?  I'm sorry if that's the case.  Let's find a remedy.

I met with a young dad some years ago whose wife found out she had breast cancer and I asked him who was going to be there for him and he said "her".  And I laughed and said, no, like, your friends. 

Blank stare.  

So I've started asking.

He asked me what I would do if I were him.  I said, I'd ask the Holy Spirit to help me see them and I'd start inviting them to hang.  I'd ask my pastor who the hungry men were.  I'd ask him if he was one.   I'd go to every men's group meeting there was early AM.  I'd go to Celebrate Recovery--because there are a lot of recovering lonely and genuinely vulnerable people there.   I'd start mentoring because spiritual sons and daughters are some of the best friends you can have--because you learn friendship by practicing.  I said, I'd be brave and I would start asking people to lunch, breakfast, games, beers, coffee, smoothies, concerts, whatever.  

I challenged a young bride to do the same not long ago:  within a week she was on the road to discovery, within a year, she was a completely different woman--transformed by friendship's tremendous power--confident, bold:  smily.

Compulsivity and nearly every form of addiction have a few things in common--isolation, loneliness and aloneness.  The numbing of pain--man going it alone.

I heard a TED talk recently where the speaker was talking about PTSD victims and how breathing (count 4 breathe in hold 7, breathe out 8) is the key to unlock their "internal grief"--and it has turned out to be one of the most powerful anti-anxiety strategies on the planet.  One of the quick side effects is weeping.   No surprise another word for Spirit is breath in the original language.

But isn't that Friendship?  Space to breathe.

My dear friend Brad used to remind me, "there are a lot of unwept tears in this room."

My spiritual Momma and I get together at Panera at least once a month in addition to our spiritual family time once a week--for `the pause that refreshes'.   We just catch up and share our hearts..  And when life is pushing back--we make time to do it more.  It's understood--like the Bat signal, we drop everything and rush over.

We cannot win the battle alone.

When my friend Jordie died many weeks ago, I lost a ridiculously good friend.  Jordie was someone who always took time:  for me.  He initiated phone calls and lunches and was always curious about whatever was going on--with me.  And it was reciprocal and I miss him a lot.  If I'm honest, I've avoided posting any blogs since he died, because he was one person who always read them, said kind things about them and followed up with me about them.  All of them.  I mattered to him and I knew it.  I was so grateful that the last lunch we had together a few days before he went to be with Jesus, I gave him a card that told him what he meant to me.   It was the last thing I gave him—my words.

And we--each of us--so need that.

And aren't we super-tender when we lose a friend--who is still alive?  I've experienced that pain too many times and it is brutal.  But we become better friends if we love through loss.

Need a friend, be one. 

And get comfortable asking if it would be ok if you took turns sharing--so many are chronically lonely that they don't yet have a lot of bandwidth to one-another,  yet--so, Loves, be patient as you grow in friendship.  It--like you--is worth it.

This song and story are important re-calibrators.  Listen when you have time to really listen.

Word to the Tender hearts

Why We Stopped Complaining

Last night's shredding my tire process once upon a time would've given full permission to vent my pent up F (Frustrated)-bombs. 

Of course, swearing is abbreviated complaint.  So that was out.

Instead of f'ity this and f'ity that just look at F'ities go--within less than an hour I learned smart phones are truly amazing devices and friends can be counted on.  I learned for example, how far, how many and how open a dozen tire shops were near me.  Tires don't just bounce back to life when they drop too hard off medians--like relationships from incessant complaining.  

Did I mention dinner was waiting the moment I walked in the door complete with cornbread and Kerry gold butter?

Complaining is what self-pity sounds like.   Listen for it.  Like a Valentine--cut it out.

Literally as I'm writing, the news in the background just announced Snapchat went down for four hours yesterday triggering, you guessed it, "a flood of complaints".   Classic.

Philippians 2:14 says, Do all things without grumbling and faultfinding and complaining..

Except..?  Yeahno:  ALL.

I was trailing the Jacker on his annual quest for candy from strangers race last week and after I caught myself griping to my pal about how cold it/I was I said, "Hey, I heard Megs gave up complaining.  Have you talked to him lately?   No, he has been pretty quiet since February..."

Dictionary.com says to COMPLAIN means   1.to express dissatisfaction, pain, uneasiness, censure, resentment, or grief; find fault: 2.to tell of one's pains, ailments, etc.: 3.to make a formal accusation.

Satan is also called the Accuser.  Complaining gives the wrong kingdom my attention.  It is ingratitude.

Latin com- com- + plangere to lament; see plaint  So COMPLAINT is rooted in Grieving. 

The Word says, "Come, all you who are weary, and I will hear you gripe and please whine and tell Me all about how bad it is and how ungrateful you are from every angle all the time and of course train your children up in ridiculously selfish self-centeredness!"  

Wait, NO it doesn't! 

It actually says, "Come, magnify the Lord with me."  "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” 

James reminds us that the tongue is a fire and it sets on fire the course of our life and it is set on fire by hell. 

Another verse says out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.

Finally, if you rebuke a wise man, he will love you more.

What happens if just for today, we turn ALL our complaining around--every inch, every one--and then just do that everyday from here on in?

It'll help.  Because sometimes, often even, it crosses over the line into "Cursing."

Inc.com quotes Steven Parton, who insists that `quitting the complaining habit is essential for your physical health, too. "When your brain is firing off these synapses of anger, you're weakening your immune system; you're raising your blood pressure, increasing your risk of heart disease, obesity and diabetes, and a plethora of other negative ailments," he says.

The culprit is the stress hormone cortisol. When you're negative, you release it, and elevated levels of the stuff, "interfere with learning and memory, lower immune function and bone density, increase weight gain, blood pressure, cholesterol, heart disease.... The list goes on and on."

We quit as we realized it is another way of saying `Grumbling', which if you track the metaphor is perhaps the main culprit which kept Israel out of the Promised Land until Jesus (Joshua) led the next generation across the Jordan--40 years later. 

So complaining delays promise.  Wow.

We quit as we listened to how our kids were framing what was happening in their games and whose fault what was.  We quit when we saw what it was stealing. 

We quit because He asked us to.  From complain to come plain to come play!!

25 Years Ago, Today, My Father Died

And I write a little about it every few years.

We assume that beverage is NOT what we think it is

Everyone called him Meg.

Everyone calls me Megs.

I heard the Holy Spirit ask me a few years ago:  "What if it is a possessive?"

Like Meg's...   

I am my father's son.

And he would have done this a long time ago.

If it looks like our oldest is on the wrong side of the car, he is.  Today was his first driving lesson

Time and space live inside God.  I believe the clock doesn't stop the way we think it does.  Like eternity is the real game we are warming up for, here.

So, my thirteen year old is learning how to drive on this 25th anniversary because he needs to be really comfortable behind the wheel in such a distracted world.

His grampa, Meg, who York hasn't yet, met, would've had him driving tractors or rented Mustangs or something probably a long time ago.  (A lot of you who remember Meg, probably remember when I was fifteen we moved to AZ.  He let me drive on the Interstate much of the way to AZ by myself on my Iowa school license, because, well, I had a school license and I was going to school in AZ).  

We learn how to color outside the lines and take risks from the people we look up to who believe in us.

So in honor of Meg's:   This was today's heaven.

Surely Goodness

My Dear Dear Friend, Miss Shirley

She makes our hearts smile every time we see her!!

I was feeling this overwhelming sadness that I couldn't put my finger on.

Sadness alone is a bad idea cliff.

She was sitting on a bench by herself outside the chapel just enjoying the solitude.

And the Holy Spirit said, "It's ok."

So I asked her if it was ok if I sat down beside her, (just because He knows everything doesn't mean I always hear Him right).

She said sure. And I sat.

She and I had met some months before but we barely knew each other past the I-wish-remembering-names-were-my-spiritual-gift awkward hey... you.

The Holy Spirit said, "It's ok.  You can ask her."

I said, "Could I justmaybe hold your hand?"

She said, "Of course."

And we just sat on the bench beside each other holding hands.

And I burst into tears.   

I missed my momma, I think.  He knows for sure. 

And I don't know how long we sat there like that--no more than a few minutes but at some point, I said,  "Tell me your name again."

She said, "Shirley."

And I heard and said, "Surely goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life."

He was waiting for me there in her gentle presence.

In literally just a few unforgettable moments, she and I shared His heart and now we love each other, forever.   

Brene Brown reminds us that vulnerability leads to connection.  

In retrospect:   Receptivity solidifies it.

Reciprocity concretizes it. 

Look in her eyes for two seconds and you can feel it:  She knows how to love with His eyes.

Now we go to lunch and huddle up at the back of the church and conspire and compare notes from our time with Him.  She shares with me from her storehouse and I share with her from mine.   She is one of my favorites.

She changed everything in my heart that morning with the simple willingness, the kindness to sit with me and hold my hand when anyone could see I was hurting--she did something about it.

It is so rich to stop and remember with gratitude the ones who stopped and held my hand.    My wife did it yesterday.   And my Thursday gang.  Philip the day before.

Maybe rejection or abandonment are trying to whisper something to us.

Let's hold His hand instead and say, "Surely goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life.." Psalm 23:6.  

On Changing My Mind - the gift of practical repentance

I've noticed a pattern emerging in the last number of weeks.  

As I sense disinterest or a sense of dread, I try to consider who is asking or who will benefit or who is really the focus of my frustration.

I, for example, don't want to go somewhere.  That's my immediate reaction.

 I'd rather nap or Netflix or read.

But, for example, I sense my bride would really like for me to go.

I therefore decide that I want to go.

My attitude adjusts and I almost every time thus far, I really have a blast.

Another example:  I see something I don't want to do.  I try to look for it, I notice it.  I ask the Holy Spirit to give me a heads up.

The Holy Spirit isn't a shouter.  His style isn't what my old friend Joegie described as loudership.

I see a little something I missed in a recent cleaning project:  there is a choice.  Obviously, ignore it.  Let it be someone else's problem.  Act like you never even saw it!

Or elbow grease it and bless someone.

Bathrooms are a good place to start.

I haven't realized the depths of my elaborate and mostly justifying selfish self-centerednesses.

i read recently that to justify is a building term:   It is what they do when something is crooked. 

Jesus said in Matthew 6:34 sufficient to the day is the trouble thereof and the word trouble is this interesting Greek word that means essentially "evil habit of mind".  

He also said greater love has no man than this, then that he lay down his life for his friend.   

The word life there is psuche, where we get psychology.  

Another way of reading it would be Greater love has no man than this:  then that he lay down what he thinks in preference of another. 

I've been recognizing as I've been asking to see what some of these little evil habits of thought are and they're not surface-level obviously evil.  

They're boring, built-up-by-toleration-over-time evil.   And therefore they are rough to spot without His watchful guidance.

They add up to me not loving others as much as I really just want things my way.

Practical reentance means to me if it matters to you, it matters to me:   Rethink.

A divine benefit, of course, is you really feel good about learning to love those you love in the ways that matter to them. 

Why Did Jesus Use the Sycamine to Illustrate Unforgiveness?

"One day when Stan Mooneyham was walking along a trail in East Africa with some friends, he became aware of a delightful odor that filled the air. He looked up in the trees and around at the bushes in an effort to discover where it was coming from. Then his friends told him to look down at the small blue flower growing along the path. Each time they crushed the tiny blossoms under their feet, more of its sweet perfume was released into the air. Then his friends said, "We call it the forgiveness flower." This forgiveness flower does not wait until we ask forgiveness for crushing it. It does not release its fragrance in measured doses or hold us to a reciprocal arrangement. It does not ask for an apology; it merely lives up to its name and forgives-freely, fully, richly." (Thanks to our friends at PreceptAustin.com)

http://www.renner.org/forgiveness/why-jesus-compared-unforgiveness-to-the-sycamine-tree/

I find it fascinating that the word sycamine is pronoucned Sick - a - mine.

I also find it fascinating that the Master says, …If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you. — Luke 17:6 

Interesting how what we say is so integrally related to our faith--which comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God.  The tongue is a fire, James reminds us.  Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.  The parable of the soils is all about our quality of hearing and the fruit therefrom.

Rick Renner does a masterful job of pulling to the surface in the article above and video below why Jesus compares unforgiveness to the sycamine tree.  

As we forgive, our hearts become free and we enjoy the aroma of the forgiveness flowers (flow-ers) all around us.

Forgiving, we see is For Giving.

Royal We

Our Royal We

A dear friend of mine found himself in a situation where he had every right to assess and point blame.

A decision had been made that potentially was going to cost some pretty serious money. 

I was so impressed by my friend, who said, "We didn't get it done but this is what We are going to do now."

Thats Noah's older two sons' approach to covering their father's drunken nakedness.  It is Daniel's approach when interceding for Israel.

Daniel 9:3 Then I set my face toward the Lord God to make request by prayer and supplications, with fasting, sackcloth, and ashes. 4 And I prayed to the Lord my God, and made confession, and said, “O Lord, great and awesome God, who keeps His covenant and mercy with those who love Him, and with those who keep His commandments, 5 we have sinned and committed iniquity, we have done wickedly and rebelled, even by departing from Your precepts and Your judgments." 

Who hasn't utterly blown it and really just wanted to not stand there alone?

Royal.  We.  It's easy to assess blame and point fingers:  it's royal to share the burden.

We?  Oui!
 

On context

AG selfie

If I say, "Hi, Jacker", to my eight year old when he comes down the stairs in the morning, it is very different than when you yell "Hijacker" on a 747 at 26,000 ft.

The above pic is my favorite and I in front of the American Gothic house in Eldon, Iowa.

If you don't know what American Gothic is, the photo is just another Meggi-selfie.

But context helps us to sagely interpret our world.

Grant Wood's. 

Recently, I was trying to finalize commission splits on a transaction we were working on.  

It seemed ridiculously clear to me and my broker pal repping the Buyer:  three Brokers, easy math:  1/3, 1/3, 1/3.  

We did the majority of the work, afterall.  Only fair.  

Only Seller's agent says, affectionately--pound sand, boys.

And as I was whining under my breath about greed and self-centeredness, the Holy Spirit asked me if I wanted to do a little Bible study and I said, obviously, No.

And He persisted like He does and He asked, "What is your context?"

I said, losing confidence:  the last 90 days of our work.  

I was more than a little peeved that the Seller's Rep felt HE alone ought to be entitled to half while my pal and I ought to SPLIT half.  I mean--we brought the buyer, we resurrected the deal.  Without us:  there is no deal.  A little self-righteous indignation-- when He makes you listen to yourself becomes apparent faster than the Bolt from Jamaica, mahn.

Holy Spirit said, Ok:  so, what's his context?

As soon as I got past The Who Cares portion of my response, I glanced at the other guy's perspective. 

He'd had YEARS of working on keeping the property filled.   Hundreds of phone calls, who knows how many showings.

So, HS asks in His gentle way--What is equitable from his context?

At which point I called the Sellers' broker and apologized for being myopic and self-centered--by describing the context Holy Spirit had been kind enough to give me--another's, in this case, his.

The Bible reveals whole new arenas of wisdom when context is considered.

As does walking around trying not to forget about it whenever I am tempted to feel slighted.

Re-read and re-explore your favorite passages from an historical context or a Hebrew context.   It is revolutionary!

What are your "secret chords"?

Sitting here in the Bahamas looking out over the sea, listening to U2's "Bad", (Live), thru new headphones, my emotions are rising with the volume.  

"If I could...I would...let it go...Surrender...dislocate..." 

I remember the euphoria in Chicago at Soldier Field a few years ago feeling like Hilda Canes Garduno wrote, “My reaction to `Bad' was visceral.  Goose bumps. I wanted – no, needed – to know who this band was.” 

How blessed I feel to be here, gazing out at the competing blues of many waters--hearing it again.  And again.

Sheryl Crow (on my Bootlegfiend Napster account) introduced me thru crap computer speakers late at the office one night to Cohen's famous lines,

"I've heard there was a secret chord

That David Played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you...?"

It was 1981.  I was 12, the age our oldest is about to not be anymore, shortly after my Mommas first bout with breast cancer.  

Raiders of the Lost Ark came out in 1981.   And that theme music will help any boy fighting anything from any era up to this day--like Rocky's theme or Star Wars'--if he lets it all the way in.

His is the voice of many waters.  Timeless.

Sometimes Psalms and hymns and spiritual songs sound like Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody'--

Freddie and the boys are tapping into our primal pains and lonelinesses and plaguing fears, teaching us to sing them out like exorcisms as our tears stream like Apple Music.  

Crank it up, let

it in and

let it out.  

They say the shepherd boy David hung a harp in the trees and the breeze played it at night with His invisible touch.  And David himself played the Kinnor so masterfully it made the demons flee from his afflicted King.

A girl I took to prom a thousand years ago's brother died the week before last and I remember/heard Genesis' Invisible Touch album--my life toast jam at that time--and caught a glimpse of just the kindness of her smile that quietly set a standard for the caliber of kindness and smile I held out for and will get to see here in the Bahamas in just a few minutes when she gets done with her workout.  

And so I cried for her--for her loss--which led me back to Sting's 'Why Should I Cry for You' and a whole slew of my own un-revisited lost moments from the era that song contains.

That's music--a huge part of why I treasure LaLa Land and Sing Street and Begin Again--they're odes to the power of music.

Genesis is the First Book of the Bible.  Invisible Touch is always how He moves me.  And that is Him and it was how He spoke to me, then.

I just didn't know it in the marvel and solitary confinement of my lostboy youth.  

A lot of times someone says they never hear His voice--because they didn't realize He was the one who led you to Coldplays Fix You this AM that grabbed you by the larynx and didn't let go for 4:54 

Your life has a soundtrack. 

What are your secret chords?

Take your time. listen for your music and to it--for your music has been waiting for you.