Eric' Sunday Sermon; What a Wonerful World
We do not do Ok here. That is forbidden. If this day is not better than yesterday we sit and ask why. What is missing? Always the answer comes up that we have not loved enough. The boy is naked 9 years old. He is going on twenty and shows no signs of being in my league of thought way above. Why can’t I multiply 994 times 3 quick in my head? He can as I have taught him. At near on 10 my job of raising is done. He has a path built in.
We did a climb/hike of over 400 vertical today to get ready for one mile vertical. We brought home flowers for mom and we nearly puked before the summit. Not my job to judge but only to encourage. Maybe only my self. I stumbled with my forty pound practice pack. My job is to carry on and show fear yet not be crippled by it. A text and picture to mom and WOW!! Was the response. We do not do OK around here. We pray the Lord’s Prayer and we ask love to carry us on. Nare on twenty pounds in his pack and gritted teeth of determination. We held hands as we crossed the top.
It was his idea to go today. He made mistakes. I made mistakes. What better gift to give another than to fail and ask for help?
We refuse to do OK and well. The peak is our goal the valley is our challenge. We will not give up. We stumble and ask for a hand. And we are one.
I had this nasty bout with something they said would kill me for sure but give it a shot to live. 6 months later my elder son showed up on a twelve mile ridge to carry my pack and give me relief from a burden. That which is must be shared in harmony of love.
There was a time. Not glorious at all. My buddy busted a knee. Purple and ugly. We had 400 feet up to go. So I swapped packs, 100 feet up and then 100 down to get his pack. We fashioned a cane for him. And through hours we made the ridge and met with men who carried him. I had fully forgotten the episode until he reminded some 15 years later. It was about 110 degrees Fahrenheit. We ran out of water with an hour or more to go. We can endure and we can do what they call “Suffer” in joy. We have faith in love. I do not remember the moment when I fell down. I woke up in a backwoods restaurant 30 miles back. We press on and we do what is called upon us to do. And that is always love.
I heard a tale
We are not allowed to live this life twice. And I wonder what that means.
Slave Trader. So Let Us See.
I Am Just a Traveler
I offered that up. I for sure could not have done that. No way, no how. I was one tough hombre at around forty but not that tough. God did it. God acted through love into me. I loved my buddy.
In one month we will go back there to that inner gorge with 3 children under 10 years old. Third generation of back country hiking the Grand Canyon. Us old guys are in 60’s but the middle guys (30ish) could carry me out with one arm tied behind their back.
Now grasp this idea please for a moment for a writer. Five star hotels are really cool. I like them. I grew up using a pump for water to the home/cabin and getting firewood for the stove. (only like 4 months a year) A cast iron stove was like God loving me.
Aside from pulling stumps and straightening nails. Swimming holes and planting vegetables. Gathering stuff like Black Walnuts, Watercress, wild Dandelion leaf and blackberries and Cactus pears. One time I caught enough trout to feed the whole family. Well maybe more than once. Check this out; a stick pole and grubs. And a little scaring them under rocks and just reaching under getting bit and carrying them out by the gills. My white buddies called me half Indian and my Indian buddies called me half white. My family just called me Eric.
Now don’t you worry because I am coming to a point in all that nonsense above. But let us stop here and look at ecclesiastical terms that warrant comparative religion studies and feeling. Ordinary. That means to live life right so you don’t get separated from God/Love. “Extraordinary” which means even if you screw up bad, Love/God will pull you right out of the muck and mire and back to love. (no charge ;-) Hey little buddies who are messing up. Love and you will live well in the ordinary. Love well and our Lord buddy will bring you to the extra ordinary. So easy yet so hard.
Reach out. Love is not a handout. Love is not a hand up. Our hands are not strong enough. But love’s hand is so powerful that there are no bounds. You do it. In and out and out and in makes no difference. We got nothing but we got everything in love. A day ago someone told me I was sick. Perhaps. I just got some love. I wonder what it means to not be well. I looked up the meaning of “worrying” yesterday. I forgot it. Perhaps I am a Lilly in the field with plumage without toiling for it. I think I will garden today, maybe some friendship if I am well.
Dance, Dance and Dance Some More!!
Give Peace to Everything That Grows
We are finding issues here. Our life is so sweet that we are not rocking the boat or “stirring it up” as somewhere around 2 Timothy 1 maybe around 5 if I am correct. I ain’t so good with numbers. The point being that you do not move furniture around in a blind man’s home. But maybe us other blind peoples need things shifted about. Too comfy and too apathetic which is the opposite of love. We must care.
I take a “love Song” and turn them into Love God songs. It is so easy. Someone sings a great love song and I take it out of context and replace lover with just love. Funny that I just wrote “just” love. Love is in my bones. Love hurts, love breathes in me and love is my backpack on a tough climb out of the canyon that has taken so many lives yet through the glory of nature has brought so many closure to love.
I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I did not fear. For the love was with me. The rod and the staff they comfort me. Love preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies: Love anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Something along the lines of Psalm 23. We just do some running over in my home.
A funny thing is that I do not do power gardening tools. Each plant, weed or not. It deserves my respect. If I cannot look a plant in the eye then I diminish me. Peoples use foul machines to wreak havoc on plants? We use chemicals to kill. Well not in my spot of God’s given earth. We pollute the air and water to be a gardener? Not on my dead body. If I take a plant it is by my own hand with reverence.
We go all intellectual here. Or maybe blow it out. Start new. I have forgotten more than most have lived. Mom or Dad influence? Probably more Bi-polar than most.
But this day we celebrate. This is the day that love has made, we must rejoice and be glad in it and rejoice.