thanx November 23, 2009Posted by needinc in emPulse.
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EmPulse for Week of November 23, 2009
Thanx. Def. “a recently discovered branch of theropods (all bipodal) of the genus Saurischia [species- Dinosaurian], who veered away from their carnivorous ancestors to cultivate a more balanced diet of cheeses, celery, and, occasionally, Voles (Arvicolinae), which were significantly more abundant & larger than their present-day offspring. Thanx of the early Phanerozoic Eon were known to incorporate an nascent form of chocolate (from the cocoa plant) with the latter part of their daily diet.”
Thanx approached extinction as early human civilizations migrated from the Mesopotamian Valley, east, through Asia, and west, toward the Eurasian peninsula. The Far East (China) retained discernable evidence of extant Thanx well into the Christian Era (the Yuanshi era of the Han Dynasty). By the time of the Peoples’ Revolution of 1949-1950, there were no known sightings of Thanx reported to the Western press. Thanx reappeared briefly during the Western Victorian era, but validating their veracity uncovered it to be more of a rouse, a hoax, or merely a societal affectation than any genuine reappearance of the class.
As far as field research and anthropological investigation can determine no Thanx (or very few) have been positively established as genuine indicators of their return to the ecological matrix following the shifts from the post-modern era, and, now, well into, the postChristian eras. This loss has been grievous, though little noted among historical scholars, academicians, the media, nor governmental agencies. Neither society nor the environment have noted the decline in their respective, overall health due to the lack of the exercise of Thanx.
A few environmental scientists, joined, nor surprisingly, by a goodly number of refined philosophers and orthodox religious individuals, are working toward a common goal of recreating the Thanx line through DNA research, with an eye toward the regeneration of the class, and its consequent introduction into the present rubric of society, whatever shape that society might be. You are subsequently invited, by the reading this historical abstract, to join with us in resurrecting the practice of Thanx into our daily lives. It should be such a simple gesture, given all that God has bestowed upon us—mother, father, brother, sister, friends, children, work, shelter, food, faith in God, the love of God, His forgiveness and salvation, freedom to cry…, or to rejoice, the resolution of death…, the hope of the resurrection to come. And, of course, Turkey!
Have a nice week.
fertilizer November 16, 2009Posted by needinc in emPulse.
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EmPulse for Week of November 16, 2009
I grew up a city kid. The Baltimore harbor-front was my turf. I was in a teenage gang; but we all were in those days; that’s just the way it was. Through my father’s business acquaintances I found a friendship in my total opposite—a farm boy, Asa Sharp. When our families would visit their farm in rural Maryland, Asa and I would always escape to the barn where we would build tunnels & forts through the hay bales. It was a miracle we weren’t killed by their collapsing on top of us.
From below the hay-loft, where the cows were milked, there arose such an awful stench! From the other end of the cow. The cows were making fertilizer…, at no extra cost to the farmer. The smell was so horrible I asked Asa how he ever stood it! He replied “What smell?” (I much preferred the aroma of oil slicks & refuse floating in the Baltimore harbor. The scent of home!)
This past week I received probably the oddest compliment of my life. A well known individual, commenting on a lecture I had just delivered, Growing a postChristian Faith, remarked that I was fertilizer! Now, not a few people have oft noted that they thought I was full of it (it being, well, you know). But this comment went way beyond that; I was no longer merely full-of-it, I WAS IT!
This gentleman went on to remind me that the purpose of fertilizer is to add nutrients to the soil so the seeds can grow. Fertilizer nurtured the seed planted to make both the ground and the young plant more vibrant and full of life. Truly, when I understood, it was probably one of the highest compliments I had ever been paid.
That led me to wonder how many of us are fertilizer to our friends, family, and work associates— nurturing them, feeding their growth, and providing an environment for their healthy journey to maturity? Fertilizing the soil, to receive the seed takes a lot more work. First you need the cows; then you need to feed them; then you need to clean up after them when they make a mew of things; then you need to let their mess sit around a bit, ‘till it settles (sound familiar?); finally, you need to spread their manure all over a freshly tilled field. THEN, you get to plant the seed. Then, you wait for God to work His miracles. It’s just so more natural to yell and scream, to confront and condemn, to cast blame and to judge…, and to simply dump @#$& on people, isn’t it!?! Right, that will produce positive results.
Have a nice week.
fragile November 9, 2009Posted by needinc in emPulse.
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EmPulse for Week of November 9, 2009
It was one of exquisite wine goblets, a piece of artwork, really; with a tall, thin stem, holding the finest of globes that made even the finest of wines taste even finer. Its ping rang true to the ear, and resonated to a soothing, restful finish. There two in the set to begin with. Losing the first was dispiriting: watching the other one fall to the floor was more a tragedy that caught the throat and the heart at once.
It is often the finest things in life that are the most fragile—a child’s heart, another’s trust, a rich friendship, a family heirloom, a fine wine goblet. These are the things, when broken, that bring the most pain. There is one more (there are many more), that draws the attention of this writing—the human soul.
The Soul— What is it, exactly? Part of “body, soul, & spirit?” Or is the Soul the simple coupling of Body & Spirit? Theologians have bantered this question around for centuries. Frankly, does it matter that much? The way we use the word today has more to do with personal wounding or a question of the afterlife than anything else. At the very least, on this side of the grave, the human soul can be beaten about, wounded, and hurt very deeply through many assailants, some trusted friends, or family, others, our own emotions and perspectives of life.
The point is, that, if your soul is beaten down enough you become quite fragile, unable to function in daily life without exerting a great deal of energy (read- control) to hold things together. Not unexpectedly, that contributes even more to your fragility, and wears you to the bone. In the end you become terrified of breathing, of living life, not to the fullest, but of living life at all. It is at that point that you are in serious trouble. You need to talk with someone…, quickly.
The human soul is fragile. But the God who made it, made you, is strong. It has always been his design that he would be an integral part of your soul-support, woven into the fabric of every human being. We are not designed to live apart from a deep, rich, casual relationship with the Lord God Creator of the universe. If you do not find yourself in this state, you need to get off your ass and do something about it. Renew, refresh your relationship with the God who made you. If you are at a point in life where you have been beaten about, your soul is weary, and you are not sure you can go on, you need to get some rest. The ensuing holidays (Thanksgiving & Christmas) will not do much to rest your spirit.
Refurbish your soul by resting it, now…, and by feeding it. Get some spiritual food, whatever that is for you. I find a warm fire, substantial time in Scripture and a fine glass of wine work quite well.
Have a nice week.
Serenity November 2, 2009Posted by needinc in emPulse.
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EmPulse for Week of November 2, 2009
Even the word feels good as it rolls off your tongue— s e r e n i t y. Like a magic word that calls forth a Genie from a bottle, the word beckons us to come apart to a peaceful place, to find solace, to rest, to be waited upon by a flood of servants! Or merely to be able to close our eyes on a warmed beach under a palm tree, or in a chaise lounge at a mountain retreat.
The serenity I need I find in front of a warm fireplace at the conficated Lakehouse of Alan & Diane Galbraith, deep within the Fall/Winter woods of northern New Hampshire. It is there that I contemplate the deeper questions of life— like…, why my navel is an inny, or how did I ever wind up with such a wonderful wife as Starr, or why couldn’t we have our own children (Josh & Beth are adopted; from this planet, we think), or why God has honored us with His blessings and the privilege of serving others? This emPulse comes to you from my laptop, in front of that roaring fireplace, as I write in deep contemplation and peace.
It seems that every now and again I push myself so hard that I border on collapse. Such was October, and September, and the prior Summer en toto. I didn’t notice it so much as did Starr. Saturday eve, as we climbed into bed, she put her foot down, “That’s it. You’re about to give way to the pressures of caring for people. You’e LEAVING! Go to the Lakehouse and get some rest!” Thus, I are here! Granted, it’s only three days…, but that’s enough for me, I think.
If you haven’t gotten the point of this emPulse yet, let me make it perfectly clear. Any of us can get caught up in the business of life, and work, and family, and other people, so unsuspectingly, that we forget to take care of ourselves— our bodies, our emotions, our spirits, our souls. We start to come apart because we have forgotten to come apart to take care of ourselves. Fortunately, I have a wife who knows when I’ve had enough…, even though I am clueless to the actuality. Don’t lose yourself to the importance of life. Remember to view yourself as expendable. Don’t lose yourself to the importance of life. You will be missed when you get away; but you will come back a renewed man, a refreshed woman.
A little serenity goes a long way to clear the mind and restore the soul.
27Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
- John 14:27 Christian Bible
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