Eric's Sunday Sermon; Politic
Old School in My Hood
Words Help Us Think, I Like It
Now hold on, the word politic probably does not mean what you think it means. It is very fun and interesting. It is huge in the spiritual and loving world. The concept involves temperament. Now citing definitions is kind of rude I think, just like over citing scripture without good reason. I love words and their meanings straightened out from the milieu.
Remember the term “Thinking outside of the box”. I was paid to do so. And then it seemed that everyone was trying to think outside of the box which only created a new box so then I went back to the old box and it was innovative. Go figure. “In the moment” is another one. Every time you get in the moment it has past and so you are really living in the past at that scale. Of course it really means to “be present in your where and when”. Do not dwell on the past or anticipate too much about the future. But that is not a catch phrase.
Taken from that source when you ask for a definition on Google. (I still cannot figure out that source accurately ;-) So just check it out:
pol·i·tic /ˈpäləˌtik/ adjective
- (of an action) seeming sensible and judicious under the circumstances.
"I did not think it politic to express my reservations"
synonyms: wise, prudent, sensible, judicious, canny, well judged, sagacious, expedient, shrewd, astute, discreet, tactful, diplomatic; More.
It does not mean what we think of as politics. But clearly the same “root meaning”. Of course what happened is that those we elected as our “politicians” stopped following that definition. They changed the discourse and bastardized its noble calling. How boring if someone acts prudently and judiciously. This is like the way we call this a sermon. They took the first preachy definition and turned a blind eye to the real second definition of discourse on a moral subject. Or presentation on such. So we keep the title here as to fend off those who hate sermons. Fine and dandy. Closed mines should not read these sermons. They are not meant for them. They are meant as a question and answer concept. No not my questions or answers but yours.
Of course this is leading up to something. We would hope you decide what it leads up to. Your tail gets to wag the motley dog.
Look Up the Definition of Love. It Will Depress You. My Nephew Gave Me This as He Struggled.
Dad is Silly
We Each Define Love and All Are Worthy
Wow we are having too much fun here. The notions the above bring out are exciting. They say that people judge you by the words you use. Well I teach that to my young. It is critical. Folks who drop cuss words often can be judged as having a lack of vocabulary and vocabulary comes from learning. No learning no vocabulary. And yet living in a certain social environment may make adaptive language appropriate. We should not just think of that in the negative. That is a cool thing about churches. At least you get to hang out with people who use praise language. How could that hurt?
I like building/construction language because it reminds me of our love and spiritual language. What you say? Well you start out with a strong foundation. Then you build on to that things like studs and rafters and headers and the Hips and Valleys and then a strong roof, Asphalt shingles, to protect. Add in some circuit breakers and wire stringing the wire to places which need illumination. And make your plumbing healthy and to last a long time with even flow. Call me crazy I am just throwing that out there as my crazy mind works – all to happiness.
Is “politic” the same as judgement and/or discernment? Perhaps the adjective that goes along with them. It reminds me to keep my mouth shut and listen with love as my spouse relates a problem she does not necessarily want me to help solve. My job is a light sounding board. A vent? Some type of absorption material not made to reflect more like solar paneling.
My beautiful bride brings her stress and angst from work right in through our front door. I caught myself complaining about it and directing better behavior. What an ass I was. Now my boy and I throw parties complete with balloons and banners at least once a week. We leave homemade cards out near daily. Not about us, it’s about lifting her spirits. Wait, maybe it does the same for us and maybe we do it too much for us. Now I get to complain about me to me. Hey it allows me to vent because my Lord is in the conversation. Mostly my Lord just listens. We know that “act in Love” is the answer. Including myself to myself. This is the day that the Lord has made I shall rejoice and be glad in it. My job is to “help” not “make” others to enjoy the same.
I Love Words
Baby It Ain't Supposed to Be Easy
Let Our Fire Raise the Flames Rise Above
I have been thinking of the difference between instructing and teaching. Two rather plain words and meanings. But not synonyms in the natural. We instruct and we direct learning and tell how in the practical. We teach and we lift the learner up to instruct themselves. Coaching is cool as it provides both. What we would hope for from a preacher is the same. Do not get me wrong a teacher can instruct and an instructor can teach as any worthy parent can do.
These are just words I suppose. But low and behold we use words to think. Sometimes I wonder if we use words to feel. Kind of I suppose as we put labels on love and feeling.
Jesus, Buddha and Sitting Bull spoke in languages of instruction but only a guide in where to look for answers. Metaphor, simile and parable. Seek and ye shall find ran the course of their teachings. Is this a real meaning of politic and discernment? Perhaps when a Rabbi does not speak we can learn more from that than words. Just saying. I spent a whole lot of time learning how to read facial expressions. I came to find that after they were about age fifty it was better to read the wrinkles and creases. This showed the inner constant attitude. My only wrinkles are in my forehead and they go both ways. Hard to discern my scrunched face in thought or dissatisfaction versus joy and happy surprise. Some of our creases are like that. Dimples never fade unless there is never a smile. That carries over into the spiritual.
I lean toward politic. Drives wives wild. “Didn’t you see what he did, why aren’t you angry and standing up for me”. Oops, because it is not politic? Sorry but loving your mean and nasty neighbor is not politic. Loving the bully or criminal is not politic in most circles.
Taking the time to make love what is politic to you is hard. I always wonder about “if you have nothing nice to say do not say it”. Horse manure. Loving someone does not let you rest on platitudes. Brutal honesty with the time and patience to work through it ends up being love. But not politic.
I think most would like to avoid thinking about such. Maybe too deep but probably too self-examining. Who but us strange ones have the time to think of such?
Although many include the idea of sex in the word Love I do not. And that is not politic.
If our hearts are filled with love, that which comes out of our mouth reflects that. To heck with politic, too much thinking and not enough feeling there.