Life Is Really Not Complicated.
Seriously now you think life is complicated. No it is just difficult.
Let me give you a list that I think is cool. It just rings and wrings true to me. I hope you like it like I do.
I just love this notion;
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Whoa, if I could love like that everyone would love me too. Or would they?
If we love like that then any trouble that comes to us is a mere annoyance. I know a guy that loves like that. Really I do and he writes right here and right now. His name is Bill Holland and we call him billybuck.
That SOB never writes a mean word. He encourages thousands and he walks the walk that he talks. A true blowaway, and something for this old preacher man to strive for, for my flesh is weak.
But if we strive for that we can on certain days achieve it.
The ocean knows not the boundary of man.
Let God determine the color of trees.
I reckon there are folks out there that are perfect.
I get mean folks and I get practical folk. But I just do not get perfect folk. How in the heck do they do that? OK I get they have their own demons and doubts and marital issues. But they love people in a way I just cannot get a handle on.The just exude goodness and caring and love.
Easy enough example I have very smart good friends of over 40 years and less that love me no matter what. What the heck? They love me? That is just out of this world. I am a low belly no good snake that crawls in truck tracks in the middle of death valley at two hundred feet below sea level and I wallow in the hate of the heat, yet they love me. Nobody can get lower than that. Yet these folk love me.
(Okay nobody is that low but you get the point :-)
I knew this guy and we talked about how ugly my life was. He did a click with his mouth, winked and sideways smiled when I asked if he was turning me in to the
Are you happy?
Can you say that on most days you love well?
I am not a good man but I never stabbed a man with family!
(I actually know a man that is this mean and could say these things) Can you even imagine having to say that? Well I can. I sliced a man good in a district called Pigalle in Paris France and I whipped a blade out in Tijuana Mexico But I never stabbed into an organ. Pigalle has a bad name. But when I worked there as a bodygaurd in the 70's it was straight forward -- draw faster or die.
One time in Zona Rosa Mexico de DF I broke a man's knee cap and gave him a concussion that required a medically induced coma, when he woke up somebody kilt him.
Some of us land in jail in Saigon. Some in Belize. And some of us many places. We just run our rig that way for various reasons. Mostly for pay.
You think you can just roll over in bed and conjure up a new dream?
Oh about 1985 or so life was good and people would come to me with questions of spirituality and philosophy.
You see back then I had answers and diplomas on my wall that proclaimed I could answer questions from, Science to philosophy to theology and logic to law. I was brilliant. And I answered questions with reflection and quotation. Then around 1995 I lost all my hair and 100 pounds and remained happy and focused and joyous and free and they came around again to learn what made me so as I was dying of cancer.
But then around 2000 they started coming to ask questions again. Oh all the near death and diplomas had long grown dust. And so had the answers they sought. And so I fell down. And I realized that now they needed my answers, they no longer came as though I was a freak show or educated man.
They came in search of truth. And so I stayed "felled down" until the answers truly came to me. And alas all the answers were the same and all the riddles had the same conclusion and all the misery had the same remedy. Oh yes and so I became a pasture, no not yet a pastor. But in those years a place to provide food for the sheep.
And the damned answer to all the questions kept coming back the same. And so regardless of the question they kept coming back to hear the message and the message was the same.
And the beauty this time was that I fell down and I stayed down and I was glad of it. While peace enfolded on me I was not at peace but seeing peace. I was not gifted to be inside that marvelous peace but yet to have that peace inside of me.
The answer to all the questions was as clear as this huge nose on this huge head of mine.
The answer my friends to every question you have is Love.
So now they do not come to me with questions.
They come to me with demands. "You are serious that I should love this man that did this". And we sit and I tell them what a horrible man I am and that they still love me. And we laugh and cry and I return to being the pasture instead of the pastor. And we eat of my weakness and we celebrate their little indignities in life and I always let them know that they are better than I. And in this love we move past problems and into solutions coated and slickened with love.
And so those of us with some calling to help and to heal are not so good when we are young. Though we be brave and truthful and wise we need time to see the simplicity of life and love.
Patience and love teaches music
Peace is one thing. Justified is another. Right is another. But the greatest is Love.
We can read the "word" from a Holy book. We can read the word from a sage of wisdom and we can seek the greatest of advice. But we can never escape the truth of Love. It is the glue and it is the salve and it is the great teacher.
I have gained my riches and lost my fortunes and have my things and everything looks so right with my life but if I have not love I am an empty gong.
When I was about 8 years old my mom gave me some tools and had me fix some stuff above my age grade. I think I did OK but not like my big brother could have done it. I sat on my stool in the kitchen and ate my sandwich and just had to ask her, why she had me do it instead of my big brother. I do not know if her answer was calculated or not, but she said: because you do it pleasantly and he just gripes and complains. Somehow that notion has been with me ever since. And silly old me I call it love.
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