Eric's Sunday Sermon: Back Off and Get Out of the Way
Meaner Than A Junkyard Dog
Sorry We Made a Whistle Out of a Walnut Shell
This week the Sunday sermon is marred. On absolutely no cause of yours I am cantankerous. They called me criticon in the heart of Mexico for a while, because I was so critical about every thing. Well how about you read this sermon and get out of my way.
Yesterday I put a door against two stools and took my chipper and slammed that door so hard I busted most every foot of it. Sure I admit I woke up at 3:00 this morning. An adjustment to day light saving issues – but that is a lie.
Yesterday I back off and payed my 8 year old one stone cold nickel for every time he ran at me and tried to knock me down. The little SOB took my car keys and hid them. What a punk.
I, right now have about 30 stitches in my body, I am not a happy camper as they say. And I decided that what the hell? Life sucks right now so let us add to it. My punk kid is my Sargent at arms. I chase him around the back yard and down the street as much as my stitches allow.
My very special big Brian Dierker brother who is famous told me to shut up and drink water and walk. My wife is absolutely no help. I walk the streets alone. I hate you. I wish someone would strangle me to death.
By now you know that something so incongruent with my love of life is trying to kick me arse in a nasty ugly way. What to hell two bouts with cancer and a couple of nasty fights with things that I did break up. Landing on a rock in a ten meter dive hurts like hell. But bring that on.
I am five days clean of cigarettes. I basically hate the stove and the floor.
Now my wonderful friends let us reconnoiter how a good sermon goes. We start out just enough to knock us off our perfect perch of life so we become open to newness. Please notice that we do this deal together. I figure you read this stuff and preach to yourself. Right? I got nothing if we are not doing this sermon together. Check it out I preached for nearly a decade. I cannot remember ever standing behind a pulpit or using a microphone.
So what the heck kind of sermon is this?
We Just Plain Outright Lean On Each Other
I Love You Grandpa and Grandma
I Get Up And So Do You!
I just love life. And I am trying very hard to hate you. I do reckon that a man in my position post surgery trying to kick the most addictive drug in the world has got a hankering to hate you. A craving hits me and even a smell in the air sets me off.
And that is just the best. Do something wrong and repent and change course which is what repent means. This my friends is the highest of all highs. Let the wild fire of life rip through my comfy zone. I will trust in love and kick some booty!
My eight year old just woke up and I told him and changed the clock with him. What the heck an extra hour in “fall back”. And the boy pointed out that it was light outside. He is already back hugging his pillow in some dream land.
OK I am reconfiguring my small pea brain. I just got back into the office from doing a jiggy dance outside. Why do hard challenges make me basically happy? I am thinking reliance of God. My God is a Trinity deal, do your own thing, I got no call to call you out. My situation is my own.
Now the federal government decided that my cancers are due to a “down winder” deal and nothing at all due smoking. Really? Well in fact I grew up in an area where nuclear fallout from White Sands atomic bombs were tested. Isn’t that a trip? Man plans and God laughs. I would not change a danged thing. Such is life.
So we are back to my roses. What the heck you say. Love has not changed even though my insides have changed. Life does not change because you changed. And that is so cool. Everything about love is an inside deal. And if you let your insides go wonkers then the whole world of your perception goes wonkers. We like to think about life being all a matter of our own inside deal when in fact it is not. I need love to exist. I need God’s love and your love. That comes from outside just like anger does.
Do most folk understand what osmosis is? My permeable mass of body is a case of osmosis. Fluidity just comes in and goes out as though there is no boundary between inside and outside. I know and I know that all the fancy pansy books in the last 50 years tell us that we have to have a perspective true to our inside, like being in the moment. Sorry dudes and dudettes but that is only a beginner’s notion.
Just a Silly Climb I Made
Full On Celebration of Life
I Do Not Understand
Check it out. My last craving only lasted about one minute. I really “need” that smoking deal. But my 8 year old just got me all sidetracked. We are working on stuff with batteries and positives and negatives. Wow what a metaphor for life, which is not lost on us. My battery recharger is broke, so why and that is another whole matter. Who cares? Well it just goes to show that the outside of me was effective in a very positive way by my son’s outside influence. Remember above I called him my Sargent of arms.
So back we come to love. That boy loves me enough to be tough on me. Isn’t a dad supposed to be the tough love guy? Nothing could be farther than the truth. The only tough love there is is asked for. Otherwise it is just our ego spitting out contempt. If you need that on either side you simply do not get love.
I am feeling really great right now. I am overcoming a thorn in my side. God will let me know if I need that thorn to keep me grateful and humble, lest I become conceited and self reliant. I even need love from critters like dogs. Hey I think that makes me codependent. I confess I am codependent on love which I believe is God. I need outside love. A butterfly landed on my son’s shoulder yesterday. Now let me make sure that you understand that is God’s love.
I just sit outside on my stool and become a pundit for me. I love to charge on and compete with the devil. I am queer like that. If you sink a putt at twenty feet then take a mulligan and try it from thirty feet. If you wrote the perfect poem, back up and write it better.
I reckon we get this point kind of mulling around in our head together.
And I just have to say we are not doing well around here. We are doing super duper in love. We cotton no resistance and we take no prisoners. We just plain love and give it away.
Now it is my Sunday and I have got to go to church. And today I will make that church a smile and a hug to others, bring it on buddy!