Eric's Sunday Sermon; I Need A Little Help From My Friends
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Let Us Just Play And See What Happens
I got nothing. Sometimes my little very tiny pea brain overwhelms my spirituality. And sometimes I reckon that should be “spiritualism”. Like I say, I got nothing. But if you know my sermons you know that I quite often start out slow and easy and then get hard by the end. I am letting you in on the process that can only be considered mystical.
I hope that you all spend time doing good hobbies and activities and I pray you have rewarding work. I am most assuredly a freak in such matters. I garden and I hike all by myself. I sit down and read folks like Hume and Descartes and Socrates and Cicero. Sun Yat-sen and Buddha get my attention from time to time. I read from my favorite teacher every day before meditation and prayer that would be Jesus. One of my other favorites is from a guy from around where grew up; “I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes.” If you ever hung out throwing Pinon pinecones at you buddies you might get that.
This whole love thing is a Holy Mystery to me. It over takes me with no effort I my part. Well maybe an effort to let go with the old noggin. But how hard is that. Excuse me if it is hard for you. Weeding my rose garden is about all I need, or better yet swimming in the ocean with my two boys, or maybe catching a hawk on the wing on a hike. The best “let go” might be my wife and son playing together when I get the concept of just watching. Like I say, this whole love thing has me baffled.
Back in a half a decade ago I walked a fine line with the head preacher where I preached. They have a Book of Common Prayer, and/or a Missal. That is where the readings for the day come from. Generally a 3 or 2 year cycle. Check it out, a lot of preachers use the same sermon every few years. Hilarious to me. So the head guy would go hard core on fire and brimstone. I figured that was enough. So I went all lovey dovey. Preaching to 60+ was good but I did youth mainly. They got the smack down stuff because their parents would do it. So there was my job. Teach that admonition was love. Even if the admonisher had some cruel notion as to how to do it. Accept perceived fault and love. Heck I could not teach them how to do that, but maybe my buddy Jesus could. So we checked out what He said.
She Lightens My Load
I Played Some Mean Pool With This Fellow
Sunshine on My Face
Today I will go and work with my buddy on his converted mobile home rig putting up siding. Did I tell you that when I was a wee five my grandpa taught me how to hold boards. Oh yes baby I can hold a board being cut or nailed better than any man alive. Yesterday my buddy rubbed the black stain stuff on my head, laughing that he was covering up my baldness. So I did the under the eyes and camouflage stuff to look like an army ranger on a parachute jump. Like I say, I do not get love, but my buddy and I communicated with love. Too much fun and a really artistic and practical siding. Ah sure my buddy is a great artist and musician. A best friend until death. We have bailed each other out of so many nasty jams. As we hike backcountry sometimes a jam is life threatening. So there is much trust there.
Excuse for not saying so but my buddy is my elder son. He is the son of a dawg but I love him.
I was thinking on it, which is dangerous for me, and I was trying to not care about what others thought. Maybe malaise or maybe apathy. I was clearing my mind of co-dependency. I was doing the whole deep breathing thing and removing floating thoughts through my mind. “Screw it I can’t do it”.
Now you might want to turn the channel here as some disturbing adult content is on its way. I call bull! I am indeed responsible for the happiness and joy of those whom I come in contact with. It makes no sense. A preacher, a psychologist, a therapist and a psychiatrist will explain that I am nuts. A simple man cannot be responsible for how others feel. Heck I even teach my young son that feelings are never right or wrong and to own his own. I would never ever tell him not to cry. If that is how he feels, well to hell with my notions. OK, maybe a little in sports ;-)
But I have every right to walk into a store and cheer up a clerk having a bad day. Oops, did I say a “right”. Well slap me silly and ground me for a week. I have a duty to help that clerk. I do not have a right to cheer up my wife after her long day of work. I have an obligation to do so.
Peace Be With You
I Know The Colorado (red) river, And the Hanoi Red River, But This One May Be The Sadist
I Always Wonder If This Day Will Be Better Than Tomorrow
Well I have this constant battle with Christians that speak of rebuking and correcting. And I do not do this fear thing of God. (Ok “fear” in an archaic sense of respect, but the “I am afraid” stuff is weak, love does not do afraid)
“How you doing today?” Well if the answer is negative Mr. Eric Dierker needs to turn that around. Yes I need to get in their face. Maybe that is that whole Christian “rebuking” deal. Once again it is a Holy mystery to this philosopher preacher. Feel free to fix me up and straighten me out. In the mean time I will hold and pet puppy dogs and kiss children and do the hug and smile deal. Shucks I just apologized to some dandelions for yanking them up from around my roses. How rude!
I have/get to go now and do some dusting of all things. Yes they need to be cleaned, but I could give a rat’s patootie. (we used to say that all the time but it really means your gal) Let me give you my list. Three portraits of Christ, the cliché’ one, the Ascension and the Last Supper. Too many of my children to count. The most beautiful gal ever, my wife on our wedding day. A wood carved Buddha that I think is illegal due to the wood used. Grandmas and Grandpas. As I think back on that, they were all best friends. Some diplomas, about 200 books from Plato to Clive Cussler. I washed my 15 year old car and floors yesterday. Just check that out! Have you ever met a richer man? Well I have not. Just you work on it and you can have all that someday ;-) I did not even mention my oh so soft bed and my gardens, not to mention good shoes and clothes (Maybe not the clothes so much – but I like them)
Do I have one single right to not give blankets and water to homeless? Oh yes I started giving baby wipes of all things. They just love them.
Do I have one single right not to write about love and happiness and forgiveness. What so freely given to me will be lost without passing on the love.
Like I have said, I do not get it. No, no no, I get love from all but that is a Holy mystery to me. You probably deserve it. Maybe I do to, but I am happy just to go along and believe it is just something given and maybe I don’t know if I “deserve it”. Go blast that “less than love” out of the water.
Maybe I had something after all. At least I feel better after writing it down. I hope you got a blessing from it.