Eric’s Sunday Sermon; “Discernment and Diagnosis”
Just The Kids
More Fun and Love
We keep having apprehension or perhaps normal fear. We are just dancing in the dark. Why not? It is imperative that we have motivation. The drunkard trying to get sober has the concept of “hitting rock bottom”. Good on them. Sometimes I have to get real low to see the heights in perspective. That is just the natural fact.
Now this writer is not young by years. I had to see a doctor about a shooting pain in my right hand. My normal doc. was not available on the quick so I saw a different one. Shingles was the doctor’s diagnosis. But I got into my doc in just two days. Clear and simple in 2 minutes he saw minor arthritis. Very minimal dose of a drug and the pain was gone. Really just 2 days. No return to the medication or pain. The point is that you have to diagnose the problem to fix it.
If we are letting something other than love into our heart we need to diagnose why. My big deal is how others, especially is how my wife treats me. I have to get out of my self-orientation. Then I can listen. No, not give advice. After spilling her guts to me she just naturally relaxes. Make love as a receiver only and all you receive is a lover. I love the term “lover”. It means someone who loves you, but Hollywood has changed it into “sexual”, how wrong is that?
How interesting is this idea; “I am a lover of love”. Kind of circular logic but that fits into a fashion of our “circle of life”.
There is a wonderful song that includes “I was so much older then, I am younger than that now”. This is my life in a nutshell so to speak. Some folk say “being reborn”. I would declare for me younger than that now means that, and not some fancy pantsy religiosity idea. Rebirth is a truly wonderful idea. This applies especially to this preacher man. My youngest son of 3 sons keeps me young at sixty one.
Now it could be said of me that I reversed course. I do not know much about music. Not my area of expertise, kind of like poetry and baking. I have played some clarinet, bongo and I sing daily but these are not my talents. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGEIMCWob3U . Well, I am fine in a Choir. Or base harmony with my sisters. Although Alto Soprano is my favorite. But that is just between God and me. Somethings should be that way as a Father loves your stuff no matter what.
Simply One Of Favorites
Now we labeled this of discernment and diagnosis. Maybe I should just stop writing and leave it there. But I have been a trial attorney and a preacher and neither of those know when to shut up. (do not tell my wife I used “shut up” as that and “stupid” are cuss words in our home not permissible) We are not having fun here we are having great love. Hey if I can a have a coffee habit, I can darn sure have a love habit. Like a smoker can need a fix of tobacco, I can need a fix of love.
Does that sound codependent? Wonderful! I fully admit to a codependency issue regarding that guy in the sky and love. Perhaps I should go see a doctor for therapy to fix that “illness”. Seems like that fits into some people’s agenda. Don’t know and don’t care. Our agenda is battling anything that stands in the way of loving each other.
“Discernment” is a really cool word. It is like saying judgment in a polite way. I confess to using “darn” which is really just a polite cuss word. I am a discerner. I just love it. Check-out lines, churches and work. A writer who does not discern folks and situations might as well get off the field of play and get in the bleachers. Bystanders only view for their pleasure or angst. Players discern to do better and field their art.
Now it can be said that I am a religious man. I don’t really pay attention as about 90% of people do not know what that means. Koran/Qu’ran tells us not to compel a thought but to just love the person, it is somewhere around Holy Quran 28. The Darhma is so filled with love I near tear up just delving into it. I am not a denominational Christian. My perspective is that Christ taught us love is God and God is love. Seems that is not religious at all but rather a faith. But a rose by any name is still a rose. Discernment and diagnosis.
Sorry but I am having a great time here. Just so fun to discuss love. But we now get down to the sermon.
Music of the Voice in Orchestration
Who Is The Doctor Here?
Diagnosis is such a right on word. Figuring out an illness basically, although it can refer to what my boy and I like to do in figuring out some botany. What illness do I have inside me that blocks love? If in my discernment I can diagnose the problem I am on my way to living amazing grace. You can take this to the bank and deposit it, I am a better sinner than you. We have this wonderful term called repenting. Right on. It basically means on any giving moment I can confess my sins, turn around and walk the other way. In considered opinion I have decided that is for us, not for God. God is love more than I love my children He loves me.
But to repent I have to discern and diagnose what I did wrong. Then I can deal with it. In this humble servant I rely heavily on my wife. She is not shy. For a decade I argued with her about it. This last decade I just process my loved one’s input. How fantastic is that. I rely on others discernment and diagnoses. What the heck, I do it with my oncologist why not with loved ones.
We demand love takes first chair in our orchestra of life. What other tune could lead our songs than love?
So I reckon that all has something to do with love. Seems like it is. One of the strongest loves is to lead rather than to rebuke. Discernment means to judge actions and not people except to prophesy what another will do and that is dangerous to your love. I reckon I generally am not strong enough to judge another. Just me. What they might do to me would be far less than what not loving can do to me.
I just got kicked out of home. I have to stay in my office. Headphones on drinking my drink (a special one with half water and soda water, Tumeric, Lemon and Apple cider vinegar and coconut. I don’t need no Coca Cola) I discerned her need for space and diagnosed the problem that she dealt with too many people today. The medicine is space. Let me be the doctor of love and give that medicine.
We do not do perfect here but we are all doctors of love. We give it and receive it. Perhaps apology fits into the package. Maybe not. Not important here. Unspoken.