M O M E N T S
In so many different ways we can literally live a lifetime in
JUST A MOMENT
and sometimes it can be really tasty. . .
When I had some time in between two graveside services
I ducked into a middle-of-the-day-busy bakery
and yes,
ON PURPOSE
I took this
JUST A MOMENT Video
knowing full well that it would be difficult
if not next to impossible to HEAR my commentary
but so very easy to
SEE
to
FEEL A TASTY MOMENT OF LIVING
hopefully so much so
that it more than tempts you to go out
JUST FOR A MOMENT
to have a slice of tasty living yourself. . .
GO AHEAD
it’s not a morning or an afternoon or a whole day
IT’S JUST A MOMENT
STEP UP
TAKE A NUMBER
ENJOY
J U S T
A
M O M E N T
GET ON BOARD
Even if it’s the greatest train the world has ever seen it means nothing if it’s not on the tracks and even less if it’s on the tracks but immobile. . .
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
GET ON BOARD. . .
No one’s asking you to start a song that’ll get everyone singing
but if a 4 minute
UNEXPECTED
concert can break out anywhere
and put a song in your heart
a bop of your head
and the tapping of your feet
I M A G I N E
what you could do with even less
. . .grab a hand and join in
CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ALL
A
BOARD
YOUR DANCE
I love this short video
that many people have brought to my attention
for the past couple of weeks for
TWO REASONS:
- You don’t need to speak a foreign language (or any language to understand it)
- I could embarrass any one of my kids/grandkids or all of them at any given time just by breaking out in
D A N C E
It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of an amusement park
It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of a restaurant
It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of Church
It certainly didn’t matter if it was a Father/Daughter Dance
It didn’t matter if it was at a concert
My moves are drop dead
L E T H A L
and I believe,
highly CONTAGIOUS
Maybe there was a not-so-small-
T H I R D R E A S O N :
I’d do anything to connect
F O U R T H R E A S O N
Make them laugh
F I F T H R E A S O N
Make sure that the attention was never put on them in an uncomfortable situation. . .
Did I always achieve my objectives. . .
Not always;
Sometimes not even close to SOMETIMES
But no language was ever necessary
TO SHOW
I l o v e y o u
. . .that’s a MOVE
that needs no DANCING AROUND
and it’s COMMUNICATED
p e r f e c t l y
Every Time
Hey. . .
Can I have this Dance?
No Big Deal. . .
I’ve got a MOVE for you, too
Cue the Music
( or. . .n o t )
Pumpkin PATCH’ED
We’ve all heard Charlie Brown’s
THE GREAT PUMPKIN
which
hard to believe
came out in 1959. . .
The Great Pumpkin is a holiday figure in whom only Linus van Pelt believes. According to Linus, the Great Pumpkin flies around bringing toys to sincere and believing children on Halloween evening. Every year, Linus sits in a pumpkin patch (a place Linus believes is the most sincere and lacking in hypocrisy) on Halloween night waiting for the Great Pumpkin to appear. Invariably, the Great Pumpkin fails to turn up, but a humiliated yet undefeated Linus stubbornly vows to wait for him again the following Halloween. Linus acknowledges the similarities between the Great Pumpkin and Santa Claus, the existence of which Linus considers to be ambiguous (in the television special, Linus tells Charlie Brown he’ll stop believing in the Great Pumpkin when Charlie Brown stops believing in Santa Claus, while writing to the Great Pumpkin that Santa Claus has better publicity). Charlie Brown attributes Linus’s belief in the Great Pumpkin to “denominational differences”. . .
My favorite quote from THE GREAT PUMPKIN
is near the end when Linus proclaims:
“THERE ARE THREE THINGS I HAVE LEARNED TO NEVER DISCUSS WITH PEOPLE: RELIGION, POLITICS, AND THE GREAT PUMPKIN.”
There are a lot of lessons that can be learned
walking around in a Pumpkin Patch. . .
There’s lots of different sizes, shapes and forms of age and decline
Maybe one of the greatest one:
WE ARE HERE FOR THE CHOOSING
AND TO BE CHOSEN
A N D
when it’s time to
G O
it’s always better
HAND in HAND
A Laugh on ME
It was a while ago
so I can technically be let off the hook;
I was a student pastor
at Mt. Moriah Christian Church
in a little blip on the map
called Butler, Kentucky. . .
It was a warm Sunday morning and someone
had taken the trouble to pick a
magnificent bunch of flowers
and arrange them in a beautiful vase
on top of the altar. . .
In my attempt to not only bring people’s attention to it,
but also comment with a
‘Grateful Heart’
I inadvertently told the bold group of worshipers
“This is one of the most beautiful CENTERFOLDS I’d ever seen. . .”
The Church Organist has nearly recovered from that faux pas
. . .Nearly 40 years later, I’m still getting remarks
for not saying CENTERPIECES. . .
Ohhhhhhhhh, it’s not been the only time. . .
There’s been malfunctioned zippers. . .
There’s been me introducing my brand new wife with my ex-wife’s name. . .
There’s been botched toasts. . .
There’s been misspellings in bulletins and newsletters. . .
There’s been wadder leaks and me getting more wet than the kids I baptized. . .
There’s been plenty of times I’ve been laughed A T
but not as many times as I have actually
LAUGHED AT
m y s e l f. . .
Y O U ?
Well. . .
there’s some good news
if you’ve actually had a good
ga-faw
at your own expense. . .
There’s two distinct studies that have shown that people
who have the ability to laugh at themselves
displayed positive and desirable qualities. . .
The first of these studies
conducted by Ursula Beerman
and Willibald Ruch
show that people who know how to laugh at themselves
tend to be more cheerful
and less serious
than those who remain solemn. . .
The second study
conducted by Colette Option, Julian Barling, and Nick Turner
found that in the workplace,
leaders who are able to laugh at themselves
and not at their colleagues
were viewed as more
l i k a b l e
c a r i n g
and t r u s t w o r t h y. . .
M O R E
the studies
shows a surprising link between the ability to laugh at yourself
and l e a d e r s h i p potential
In essence. . .
The Researchers hypothesized
that when a leader
joked about themselves
in a critical way
people would view them as someone who values jokes
and shows concerns for others. . .
“We chose humor as a mechanism through which leaders express their concern for others (vs. the self) because of the potential for humor to be both a weapon to harm others and a tool to build relationships,” the Researchers wrote.
“By making fun of themselves the leaders showed disregard for the difference in status between them and their workers and this was viewed as concern for others.”
The study ultimately concluded,
The Leader who poked fun at themselves was rated as more trustworthy and a better Leader
There’s so many,
m a n y
ways to be a
C A R I N G C A T A L Y S T
but being able to not just
s m i l e
at yourself
but actually
laugh A T
l a u g h w i t h others
at yourself
is absolutely one of the most powerful
and
fun ways. . .
The World is in
d e s p e r a t e
need of a laugh. . .
give’em a reason
and throw in a few smiles
for free
just for memory’s sake
for years down the road. . .
It’s one beautiful
C E N T E R F O L D
that’ll always be in
b l o o m
B E S I D E S
U s u a l l y
when you give the World
a reason to smile
I T W I L L
The Child of YOU
We have forgotten how to be kids, huh?
Wouldn’t it be great
if there was a Charter School that
all adults
were mandated to attend
O F T E N
to learn how to be a kid again
or merely stay a child
or to dare be a child. . .
Kids would be teachers
and we’d all major in
R E C E S S
We’d learn their math
(That 1 + 1 = way more than two)
we’d learn their language
we’d learn their dream power
we’d learn their art techniques
we’d sing their kind of music
we’d have lunch time of ice-cream and cotton candy for a day
we’d major in mud puddle jumping
J U S T B E C A U S E
like Miss Emma
my colleague, Rachel’s daughter
who found pure joy
not by walking the zoo and seeing all of the animals
but finding a puddle shortly after a rain storm
and being ALLOWED by mom
to jump away happily. . .
ahhhhh. . .
to jump untethered in a mud puddle
or to go fishing in it and expect so much to catch fish
so much so
that you actually bring the tartar sauce along. . .
Pablo Picasso was right, wasn’t he:
“EVERYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE IS REAL; EVERY CHILD IS AN ARTIST, THE PROBLEM IS HOW TO REMAIN AN ARTIST ONCE HE GROWS UP.”
This past weekend I became a child again. . .
but it was even more momentarily
than my several firsts go throughs. . .
We visited our daughter Zoe, our son-in-law Mark and our
granddaughter, Evey . . .
. . .literally moments before we were leaving
Eve forget to hold on to a coffee table and took
6-8 unassisted steps
HER FIRSTS
and made us feel like we were taking our
First few steps. . .
my 62 year old heart
beat excitedly younger. . .
Some 12 hours later
a large part of our family gathered together
to celebrate my dad’s Birthday
We sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY
ate cake, cupcakes, Birthday potluck foods
and celebrated that
L I F E
is never made up from how many Candles are found on a Cake
so much as
M O M E N T S
. . .m o m e n t s
that aren’t defined by any age
so much as the endless child inside of us
desperately fighting to simply remain
a c h i l d
reaching for a hand to hold
a dream to imagine
a song to sing
a jingle to dance
a food to eat
a picture to create
and yes. . .
a puddle to jump into
again and again and again and. . .
Just in time to jump into a pile of leaves that begs never to be left alone
Life is filled with
F I R S T S T E P S
and D A N C I N G
our A-B-C’ S
like TOMORROW
and YESTERDAY
is our forever
T O D A Y
and that our best creations
are very next ones. . .
Now, that’s worth singing
H A P P Y B I R T H D AY
with the loud refrain of
O N E M O R E T I M E
SHAMU’ED
You know it’s a long time
when they can’t remember
W H E N
It was severely impromptu
but
I went swimming on my day off
with two of my granddaughters
I’ve done it before. . .
waaaaaaaaaaay before any of us could actually
RE-MEMBER
the last time it took place
S W I M M I N G
and it was
m a g i c a l
I made a magnificent discovery:
In mere seconds
I lost well over 50 years
by jumping in the water
splashing
dunking
throwing kids through the air
doing my classic version of
S H A M U
by laying back in the water and pounding my leg down
to make a huge splash and small tidal wave
Other kids were joining in
splashing
dunking
wanting to get thrown through the air
and
yes
S H A M U ‘ E D
I was
literally. . .
quite the
S P L A S H
As I got out of the pool during
“R E S T T I M E”
it was the years that dripped off of me
more than the water droplets.
I was suddenly 8 again
and as I SHAMU’ED the kids
and became the hated
POOL SHARK
my heart beat as a little boy
that shivered under the
ice-cold blast of a water hose
and begged for a BIG PRETZEL
and a KLONDIKE BAR
like all of the kids did around the
s n a c k b a r.
It reminded me of one of my favorite poems
by James Kavanaugh
LITTLE BOY I MISS YOU
Little boy, I miss you, with your sudden smile and
Your ignorance of pain
You walked in Life and devoured it–without anything
But misty goals to keep you company
Your heart beat mightily when you chased frogs
And captured one too big for a single hand
You wandered with friends in quiet woods and were
Startled by a shuffling porcupine
Matches were a mystery that lighted fires and
Chewed up leaves in savage hunger
There was no time for meaning–a marshmallow gave it
On a sharpened stick
A jackknife in your pocket provided comfort when your
Friends were gone
A flower in the woods hidden by an aging,
Shriveled log
A dog who danced and licked at your fingers and
Chewed your jeans
A game of football you didn’t expect
A glass of cider, a cricket’s cry
When did you lose your eyes and ears, when did taste
buds cease to tremble;
Whence this sullenness, this mounting fear, this quarrel
With life–demanding meaning?
The maddening search is leisure’s bonus–the Pain
that forbids you be a boy!
I lost well over 50 plus years in mere moments. . .
hoping that it takes longer. . .
much longer
for it all to seep
back into place again. . .
as it always
d o e s
Until then. . .
C A N N O N B A L L