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Couldn’t watch TV yesterday.
This isn’t a stretch for me because I rarely watch it anyway.
But I hear about it on Facebook, Twitter and emails.
And it comes as no surprise. Humanity always wants to help during disasters.
Haiti.
Devastation. Suffering.
Faith. Hope.
What good does God do when disaster happens?
You have an answer, right?
What else do I feel guilty about?
Sorry, I’m going to need more time to think this through. It’s awkward.
If I go with a gut instinct right now, it feels like the reason this topic got started in the first place was because I feel so blessed.
I mean, more than any one person deserves.
“And you feel guilty about this?”, someone reading this is asking.
But the blessings listed here and the others not listed, are the blessings we all have.
I guess, as I write this it becomes clearer, there’s something about the way I structure each day that allows me to be nearly fully present every moment of every day.
It’s almost like an addiction. I think about it all the time.
Being able to walk, think, read, smile, drive, teach, eat, breath, love, cry, laugh, get dressed, spend money, go to Church, have friends, Family, a job, sunrise, sunset, sight, hearing, desire.
Where does it stop? It doesn’t. Our blessings are infinite.
I can’t be the only one on the planet that thinks like this, can I?
Been awake for an hour now, but not fully, wide-eyed, awake.
Sort of a numb-awake, if that’s even a term. The kind of semi-conscious consciousness from working really hard at something and having “sore muscles” from it.
Except, these muscles aren’t physical, they’re spiritual. Ever think so much, or meditate so much that you’re mind and spirit are foggy the next day? Perhaps it’s the equivalent of a hangover, without the nausea.
So many people are struggling with so many things. It’s everywhere and affects everyone. It overwhelms me.
And I often feel guilty.
Do you ever feel similar to this?
Crazy thing is, it’s always been like this.
So it deserves more dialogue, if for no other reason than to clear some thoughts, or at the very least, grab the right folder.
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
Attending Kevin’s funeral on Christmas Eve, this quote from Albert Einstein was printed on the cover of the funeral bulletin.
Have you ever been struck with a profound thought or observation, when you least expect it? When it’s presented in such a deceptively simple format – in this case, printed text?
One more thing struck me from attending Kevin’s funeral, but not until this very moment. Kevin’s son, maybe three years old, was there, of course. Estimating there were 300 people attending.
But the only other child I saw was the one in my arms most of the Mass.
Fear is a survival instinct. (think caveman) A gift, to keep us alive.
You get that, right? Fight or flight?
Fear is also an excuse.
“I’m afraid if I talk about it at work, socially, at the gym, with my neighbors, on the Internet, that I might ruin my chances for **insert** promotion, opportunity, relationship, readers, followers, advocates, etc.”
What the?
Exactly. An excuse.
I do not go around telling everyone I’m a Christian. In fact, I don’t tell anyone.
But I also don’t keep it a secret. In fact, I don’t keep it a secret from anyone.
I wonder if anyone else thinks like this. Actually, it really doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of me being a Christian.
That’s when you know you are no longer afraid.