It’s not all that unusual to get a call on a Sunday afternoon asking whether or not I can do a service, even if it’s the day before Memorial Day. That is exactly what happened this past Sunday and they were asking if I could do the Invocation and the Benediction for the Memorial Day services held annually at the historic Lake View Cemetery in Cleveland, OhioI’ll be honest with you, my first knee-jerk reaction was this is may not be a good idea, not because it’s too late notice but because Erin, my wife was recovering from a killer kidney stones removal procedure just the day before; but this is where that strange duck of me that waddles and quacks a little bit differently sort of enters.
Maybe it’s an excuse, but I rationalize and say it’s a reason, in fact, one of the biggest reasons why I’m here and if somebody asks me to do something and I’m available to do it, I feel like it’s a divine intervention of sorts; that I have an obligation to fulfill the request. Yes, egotistical as it sounds and maybe even more glaringly appears. I feel like it’s a divine intervention for me not to do it, for me to accept (or else I would have never been asked in the first place).
I gladly accepted the invitation to fill in for somebody who took sick and couldn’t do the Invocation and the Benediction. His name is already printed in the bulletin
It didn’t matter to me if I stood up in front of others and they thought I might be Irv Aplis. Besides, the Master of Ceremonies, Tim Garfield, a direct descendant of President Garfield, took care of that:
I didn’t repeat my name as Chuck Behrens, a Spiritual Care Coordinator with Hospice of the Western Reserve. I stood before a crowd honoring the memory of many and the honor of all and gave what I thought to be an Invocation and Benediction worthy of a Memorial Day observation; to be sure, it wouldn’t have been the one that Irv Aplis, Veteran and Past Commander of The American Legion Post #759 would have given but it’s the one that I was invited to give.Yes, like so many other occasions I wasn’t there to save the day. I was humble enough to be recognizing that I was there to be saved by the day and it was magical. With the band playing, bagpiper piping, and the address that was worthy of a Memorial Day given and received, I and all the many people on a rainy day were there to remember and more importantly, to prove we haven’t forgotten, the memories of the many and the honor for all.
Yeah, you may be right. It’s a rationalization but the next time I get a text or call, this will be another reason not an excuse. Another reason why I’ll probably say, “Absolutely, I’m available and I’d be glad to help. Tell me how.”
I know. I KNOW, I’m a strange duck, or at least one that waddles and quacks differently.
Now here’s the question and it may be a little more difficult to answer than it seems:
HOW DO YOU ANSWER THAT CALL?
HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT TEXT?
Something nudges me deep from your Within’s to my WITHIN’S:
THE SAME WAY. . .And if you’re still reading this, you are a Caring Catalyst to do so
THE NEXT TIME~~
Pssssssssssssssssssssst:
AND THERE’S ALWAYS A NEXT TIME~~GO AHEAD,
Be an Irv Aplis
the next time he may not be able but
YOU ARE
INSIGNIFICANT s i g n i f i c a n c e
Ever feel insignificant?
Ever feel as insignificant as a
F E R RU L E. . .
You know. . .
a F E R R U L E:
noun/fer – rule\’fer-el, fe-rel\
: A ring or a cap usually of metal put around a slender shaft (such as a cane or a tool handle) to strengthen it or prevent splitting;
: A usually metal sleeve used especially for joining or binding one part to another (such as pipe sections or the bristles and handle of a brush)
fer-ruled \fe-eld, fe-reld\ adjective
ORIGIN:
alteration of Middle English virole, from the Latin viriola, bracelet, of Celtic origin; akin to Old Irish fair oblique.
FIRST KNOWN USE: 1611
Ever feel like a FERRULE
or even a basket full of them. . .
Seriously. . .
did you even know that band around a pencil
was ever really called a FERRULE
or for that matter, even had a name?
Talk about INSIGNIFICANCE. . .
TALK ABOUT FEELING INSIGNIFICANCE
or having it personified
B U T
that’s not
Y O U. . .
I F
the Ferrule
has a purpose
of being a metal band
that cinch around the bases
of erasers
and it actually has a name
a distinct purpose
how in our wildest imaginations
and unleashed understandings
can we fathom
N O T
having a purpose
having a menaing
having a destiny
having a reason
So get at I T
Isn’t that the ONE thing that makes us severely
S I G N I F I C A N T
that YOU are actually not just redirectable
but utterly RE-DEFINABLE
YOU get instant DO-OVER’S
of yourself any time
Y O U C H O O S E. . .
and more:
YOU are a SPARK
WHO is utterly inextinguishable
setting off bonfires in others
. . .that’s SIGNIFICANT
and more. . .
uhhhhhhhh. . .
much more than a shiny band of metal securing an eraser to a pencil
and more. . .
The greatest thing about each one of us is that
A L I F E T I M E
can not only be lived in
A M O M E N T
but a L I F E
can forever be changed in that very moment:
S I G N I F I C A N T
and more. . .
I N S I G N I F I C A N T
O R
S I G N I F I C A N T. . .
not even a thought. . .
and then again. . .
much more a mere concept:
The Significance of YOU