Eric's Sunday Sermon; Cancer Is A Wake Up Call!
He was so cute. Now he asks me just what to make of Genisis and why Chess is so hard. We live we overcome and we love and life is good.
The "Ya Buts'" will drag you down.
You really need to start doing what you need to do to be the best you for you that you can be. However every time you start you get a case of the "ya buts". Ya but I ain't a got no money. Ya but I ain't a got the time. And my favorite Ya but I am not good enough.
I have been to the preacher man, the pyschobabblers and the self help gurus and there ain't no cure for the blues baby. There is a name for it, they call it depression and drugs, counseling and diet just can't cure it. By God they should not cure it! What a wicked thing to say, you say. Well hear this beat up, dried up and riled up preacherman, and hear me well.
God our creator made us with what we call faults and defects and character flaws. That is how man labels it and therefor creates a reality. That is only a reality if you allow it to be. My reality and I invite you to join me in this dimension, is that we are made perfect for our purpose. And that purpose changes in different stages of our lives. That means that obstacles are there for a reason to help us reach our purpose. Health is sometimes an obstacle. Or we could ask if it really is an obstacle when health is less than optimum. Or is it a gateway to love. Perhaps when we just hang out or run the obstacle course of life we miss out on love and "prayer". Love is God and God is good and marvelous and love. Ominipotent, omnipresent love. I do not know you but I know love and so I know the love in you. I am connected in you and with you and for you and a part of you. And by golly jingles you a part of me.
So my diagnosis came through with lymphoma. My buddy was a little bummed. He did what he likes to do as a good New Jersey boy. He drank. And it dropped down his hard won defenses and tough exterior and he went all Facebook. And he posted my pain. And he got 1---- hits and prayers for me. Dang those folk don't even know my name but the prayers rolled in. The love was shown and communicated and made manifest in words and uplifting comments. All I did was get a "disease". And then I got all that love. I am embarrassed. But i am made better and damned well better act like it. I swore another oath.
Call me a mutant and deviant. I find that this performance in front of non-believers turns me on to a high. So I am a freak. I hope you can still love me
I hate to see my innerself caged. But by swat of the fly swatter I don't want it let lose.
So the doc says I am dying.
How fun is that. I get to die. Do you want to live for ever? We love you all. How fun is that? I got this thing called a soul. Hi there meet my soul. I get to live forever. One time I supposedly died, well a few times my sisters, they dropped some paddles on me and pounded me with life called energy. One time I stopped "living" and a buddy of mine named McMahon dropped a heated up stone from the fire we had been stoking on my chest. Bruised 5 ribs and started my heart again in a Native American land called Moenkopi. Life in this body is cheap,
I know pain. I reckon I love pain because it tells me I am alive. I got one cut in me by my heart that is by a knife you know, a doctors knife, I won that fight. I won because I am alive and i write this. Life is good. All of life is good. I remember they were cutting on me and I woke up from the anesthesia. Somebody did not read my chart. Man O mano, it takes a double wallop of any drug to keep me out. You get the history, you take one shot of booze and get tipsy, I take ten and can still beat you at chess.
So the point of that rambling is that death is something that I really can take or leave. What makes Eric Eric cannot die. You think that if what makes this body is dirt that Eric is dirt? Not hardly. I am a part of God. God don't die. My part of God is already in you. Most assuredly it is in my children and my pards. I don't get the cop out of dying. Sorry my footprint is in other souls and will not go away.
Dang it I don't get to go bye bye.
So let me talk about my kids and wives.
Trees have an autumn
Call me goofy but I like this time in our world. Look here there are people on TV who do not have perfect teeth.
So I got these folks that I love and I love them differently, they love me differently
A while back I got a divorce. We both kick ourselves in the pants over our foolishness. We love each other. But we both agree that we would not change one danged thing because it is all part of what made our children so awesome. We just do not get to regret. Our lives are just so filled with love that going back and redoing might just screw everything up.
I "have" this wife. Damned but I cannot shake her. The young little filly just loves me to death - literally maybe. She stands about 4'10'' in heels. She weighs about what my left leg and kidneys weigh. She was my superintendent of construction when I directed an expansion of offices in Vietnam - Saigon, currently known as Ho Chi Min City. I despised that wench. Then she looked into my eyes and said to me to rest with her. I hadn't rested in years. So I married her and got her her citizenship at which time I was sure she would leave me. 16 great years and a boy in kinder later, looks like we are in love. Nope that ain't fair, we are crazy in love.
So there is this adult boy named Brooks. I caught him out of the shoot and cut his umbilical cord. This little jackass went to UC Santa Cruz. And the punk got degrees in Philosophy and Art so he could understand his father and mother better. Weird in not something to aspire to. He is a king in SF as lead singer for the HA. You have seen him, he is the model in the marque in Saks and Nordstroms. He is handsome and smart. He writes poetry for me. And my wife does his taxes so I did some spy stuff and the dude makes money.
My eldest is the boss lady over at the National Democratic Congressional Committee with an advanced degree out of American University in international policy and Law. She beats my 165 IQ with hands down. She makes grown men wale and young girls aspire. She drops my jaw with accomplishments.
Addy is a special sort. That kind of free spirit that we all wish we were. With a dual degree out of Berekely in Society and the Environment and Native American Studies she rocks our world with new and innovative concepts. She is engulfed in writing children's books and loving life.
Boring but there was a point in boring you. Check this out.
Just open up and loosen up
So I bored you with my word photo album for a reason.
I have a lot to love. You do to. I face an earlier than planned death. Boogie oogie whacka whacka. It is a wake up call.
This "concept" we call "love" is not about you or me. It is not really about looking backward or forward. It is about the here and now. Look at your people and love them now. Do not think of tomorrow or even today passed. Reach out for that brass ring and grab it.
I just planted some roses. And I just wrote this. I need to be alive. My family just left me so they would not have to look at me. Fair enough it reminds them of gone. But that is projection into the future. Stay here with you now. Be you where you are. Be alive. Be a friend to someone else. Let me lead you by example and live.
I hope you found that rambling sermon interesting. It would be cool if it helped you see your life anew. Just hug somebody. Amen