Death

I am holding her tightly now.  Her terrified eyes look at me, then the ceiling, then back at me.  Her breathing is coming in short and irregular.  I try to hold her here, but she is leaving.  Her body is jerking, trying to break free. I want to talk to her.  I want to tell her to stay.  I want her to breathe.  Every part of my being is willing her to live.  Tears stream down my face as her breathing becomes even more irregular. Her muscles tighten.  She arches her back, her eyes growing wider.  I hold even tighter.  This is the end.  I pull her head towards mine and put my mouth to her ear. "Oh baby...I love you!" One last spasm.  Her eyes are vacant.  The breath squeezes from her body.  She is gone. I wake up.
Fortunately this was only a dream.  Jenn is still alive and our lives are continuing "normally".  The dream reminded me how much our society takes death for granted.  We often think about tomorrow, next year, even ten years from now, but we fail to realize that all our planning ends the same.  We all end up dead.

Where will you be 100 years from now?

I remember the first time I encountered death.  When I was about 12 years old I had a guinea pig named Sherlock.  I played with him, fed and watered him, and cleaned his cage.  But, as the novelty of owning a guinea pig wore off I played, fed and cleaned him less often. In an attempt to get me to clean his cage my mother moved him outside to our deck.  I imagine she thought that I would miss him and that I would clean his cage so I could bring him back inside.  Instead the adage, "out of sight, out of mind" came into play.  I completely neglected him for a solid week...in July. One day my mother called to me from the deck.  My brother and I came to find my mother standing by Sherlock's cage.  Sherlock was curled up as if asleep.  Eyes closed.  Completely motionless.  When I pet him he didn't move.  I can still feel the hard, rigid form under his fur. Sherlock struck home the message that everything dies.  Every person on this planet will die.  Even you will die. My question is, what do you plan to do with the time you have?  Are you going to neglect your life like I neglected Sherlock? - Sean

The Problem With Self Sufficiency

I have been digging on Hal Moran's blog recently.  He provides incredible insights into the scriptures.  Recently, while posting on Mark 6, he quoted the following passage.
And he called his twelve disciples together and began sending them out two by two, giving them authority to cast out evil spirits. He told them to take nothing for their journey except a walking stick-no food, no traveler's bag, no money. He allowed them to wear sandals but not to take a change of clothes. (emphasis added by me) So the disciples went out, telling everyone they met to repent of their sins and turn to God. And they cast out many demons and healed many sick people.
Upon reading this passage I noticed that Jesus sent them out without anything but the clothes on their backs, a pair of sandals and a walking stick.  They couldn't carry money, extra clothes or food.  They were literally leaving unprepared by the worlds standards. My initial thought when reading this passage was, "Yeah right!  I would take all of that and more."  Then it hit me.  God wasn't telling his disciples to travel unprepared.  He was telling them that he would prepare the way for them.  He wanted them to put their faith in God, not in themselves. On this point God and I don't see eye to eye, and I will have to alter my ways.  You see, I like being a self sufficient person.  I don't like to ask of others, and feel out of place when generosity is being bestowed upon me.  For a long time I thought that is how I was wired and God would understand my ways.  The reality is God calls each of us to find sufficiency in him, not ourselves.  Self sufficiency, if taken to an extreme, is actually a sin! Let me explain what I mean when I say, "taken to an extreme".  I don't advocate welfare policies.  We should pull our own weight with regard to getting a job and paying our own way when possible.  As this is not always possible God makes provision in his word for the Church to minister to the needs of the congregation and the community. What I am talking about here is when you plan for all contingencies without regard to God's plan.  Without regard to putting faith in God's love for his children.  When I say, "taken to an extreme" I am talking about making decisions without God's guidance, and more importantly, following your own heart instead of God's direction. Powerful stuff... - Sean

A Tax Poem

One of my hot button issues is taxes.  I believe we as a nation are burdened with too high a tax rate.  My Uncle forwarded an email to me that uses a simple poem, followed by a list of represented taxes, that beautifully illustrates how large a tax burden we carry.

Her Morning Elegance

In a world of music videos highlighting concert footage it is nice to come across a truly innovative work of art.  Take Oren Lavie's 'Her Morning Elegance' video for example. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY Oren is quite a character as well.  On his MySpace Music Page he writes...
"Shortly after that, the album track 'Her Morning Elegance' was chosen to feature on a US Chevrolet TV commercial. The aforementioned author, who has never owned a car in his life, and who has diligently ignored the invention of Television, could not stop giggling for days. With a song in his heart he continues to take the bus."
What do you think of the 'Her Morning Elegance' video?  Leave your answer in the comments. - Sean

Superbowl And Sprinklers

While enjoying the Superbowl at my friend Marcus Aurelius' house this evening we received a call from Jenn's boss informing us that Jenn's work had a sprinkler malfunction.  Will these Superbowl "malfunctions" ever cease! It turns out the brand new office had a sprinkler failure where by the entire 3rd floor 2nd and 3rd floor became water logged.  Jenn's cube being part of the fiasco.  The upside is I will have some company tomorrow as Jenn will be working from home instead of heading into the waterlogged office. - Sean