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So what is this going to be? A little bit of everything I think. Maybe that's it. What I'm thinking. What I'm believing. I hope what I'm knowing. And why would anyone care what I think I know? There's no reason in the world that you should. But then why are you here? Cuz you have to be somewhere I suppose. I've never been here before. I may not be back. I might get too busy to care; time is short. That's fine. Nobody can deal with it all at once. There is a lot to deal with.

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I try not to take myself too seriously, but I know I have far too much. So I'm trying to learn how to laugh again, as I had forgotted for a while there. Also I'm relearning to enjoy life; you know, like when we were kids. The biggest challenge ahead is learning how to love God with all my heart, and soul, and mind, and strength. This one is not really that hard when you know the truth. But along with it comes learning to love others as I love myself, and that one is, as they say, "a horse of a whole different color." I think I need to learn to love myself a little more, but the problem may be that I know all these facts about me. Sometimes the facts are simply wrong or they are just stuck in the past. I'm trying to get my facts to line up with the truth. As someone once asked a great man, "what is truth?" If he had only known.

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

There's Still Time To Start The Future


Today I sat down with C.T. as he ate his lunch. We laughed about how a co-worker referred to me as his "dad," partly because I always seemed to show up with an extra burger or sandwich or whatever, when he didn't have money for lunch. Being the average eighteen year old boy, with too big an appetite and too little money, he always seemed to think that whatever I had an extra of, was just what he had been craving that day for lunch.
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I have been asking myself why I wanted to make sure that this overgrown kid, who was sometimes lazy, most of the time, bullheaded, and all the time, way too sure of himself, was getting enough to eat? I surprised myself when I came up with the answer.
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I asked C.T. if I could tell him something honestly. He said, "tell me something honestly," as he was getting his "extra long chili cheese coney" ready to wolf down in two, maybe three bites. I said, "C.T., since I've known you, you have made me wish that I really had a son." He turned and gave me that big beautiful, mouth full of braces, smile. I let him get back to his meal and went back to work.
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I didn’t think too much of it as I was not sure if he really caught the significance of what I had said. I’m not completely sure if I caught the significance of what I had said. A little later he came by where I was working and said, " That comment you made; it makes me very happy." "What comment?" I asked, noncommittally, pretending to be very indifferent. He looked at me seriously and said, "about a son." I nodded, as I quickly glanced down and smiled to myself. "You make me very happy," I said, meaning it, but stupidly hoping no one else would overhear.
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After years of going blindly along, living for myself, I've begun to see all that I have missed out on, by not having a family of my own. I’ve never really wanted children, but why am I thinking about the virtues of parenthood now? Oh my god. God! Is that you? What are you up to?
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At the beginning of the year, I said that there would be all kinds of new challenges ahead. But I never thought that starting a family would be one of them. Now slow down, right now! I did not say I was going to start a family, but the fact that I'm thinking about it... Man, you just never know what's going to happen next.
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~ rachman
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Monday, September 10, 2007

Celebrate Mondays?


I came upon this piece of wisdom today, and I thought that it was right on spot. So I decided to share and expound on it just bit, as I have a tendency to do from time to time:


People imagine a place of Godliness as a place for seriousness, a solemn place, a place that fills you with trepidation. [A church sanctuary, as an example.] The fact is, where there is God, there
is joy.


That is why our every moment is a moment to celebrate and fill with joy. [Man, I need to remember that; especially on Monday's.] Because at every moment we are fulfilling our mission of bringing Godliness into this world [I think it would be more accurate for me to say that I should be fulfilling my mission.] Not just the obviously joyful matters, such as meditation, study, prayer and good deeds, [Let me be honest and admit that things like study or meditation or good deeds are not the first things that come to my mind when I think of joyful matters.] but also regular, mundane activities and the ways we earn an income and go about life--all are ways by which we know Him and bring Him into our world. [So be it!]


Wow! I love that. I will have to meditate on that some more to make it a part of my life.
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~rachman
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Sunday, September 09, 2007

Despair or Purpose?


Do you ever despair because you have no purpose? It's been said that despair is a cheap excuse for avoiding one’s purpose in life. Well excuse me. This same source then says that a sense of purpose is the best way to avoid despair.
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Fine. I'll look for purpose. Let's see...today someone gave me this advice. "What we do today affects tomorrow." That means that what we do today matters. It counts. Great! I was counting on sloughing off the day. Now my whole future rests on what I decide to do with this day. Coprolite! I was planning on taking a nap.
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Back to looking for purpose? Well...uh...I know. I really like September. It is the beginning of change this time of year. One season turning into another. The expectation that comes with the new crispness in the air. After a time of rest and rejuvenation through the heat of summer, now it's time for a brand new opportunity ahead. HA! I feel nauseated. Okay, let's be honest. I'm getting a little cynical. I went for the second interview for my "dream job" last week and this week I got the e-mail saying "thanks, but no thanks." I've let myself get a little bummed out. All right, I admit that it might not have been "the" dream job, but I thought of it as the job that occurs during the non-rapid eye movement sleep which usually comes right before the REM sleep of most dreams. Anyway it's time to start over.
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There is a place where I can prosper and have a purpose. Finding it is another thing. But then I have found a lost contact in some of the most unexpected places. Usually after a decision that I was not going to quick looking just because it seemed hopeless. I guess I have decided what to do with tomorrow. I will not sleep till noon as originally planned. Quit despairing; back to the pursuit of purpose.
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~ rachman
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