Eric’s Sunday Sermon; The Joy of the Joyful
Well Bust Open That Can Of Fun
The joy of just being a joyful person seems like it is just double talk. There is another one like that. I am so grateful to have gratitude. Personally there is another one because of my son who really makes me run around. I am tired of being tired. That is meant to mean a good thing. We should love getting tired so we sleep well and get stronger. That pretty much sounds strange but is accurate.
Not a single moment of joy should be wasted by moving on and not having gratidude for being in joy. It seems that happy is not really “in love”. It is just a thing we get to do. Joyful is more like “happy to be alive”. Again that is double talk. We came up with another one yesterday. It is so painful to be in pain.
It would seem the above is rather silly. Fine. But if you spend any time thinking about them, they make sense. However there is a next one. I love being in love. That one is straight up right.
For around here we do; Love is God for God is Love.
These might seem like mental perspectives but they are not. They are an opening that pulls our thoughts so we can walk into a different way of being.
So many folks think that meditation and prayer need to be a mental nothingness, and “being in the moment” thing. And we know that that is great for us. But get this freeing idea. You can meditate on a problem. You heard me right. You can meditate on a problem. And if you do prayer with a supplication it probably misses the mark.
Here we do prayers that start gratitude for gratitude and then go to the petition part. I would suggest that praying can be done on a freeway and asking that the car in back or front have a safe journey. When I drive I tell every other car how to drive. One day my smarty pants boy suggested that instead of telling them what to do I should pray they drive right. That is so strange I took the next off ramp to grasp it.
Do not go to your elementary school at pick up and drop off time. It is downright scary with moms in vans on the phone and already just thinking about work and admonishing their child.
But here is the cool thing about that. There are very very few accidents resulting from such.
Night Shift Should Be On a Bucket List
See It Like A Child
So Late But I Was Practicing the Calypso in Spanish
Another Sunday and it will be better than Saturday was. Christmas is about here. All to the good of life. Of course if you read this you are already giving and receiving love. Even in your sleep it happens. But at Christmas time it becomes material. And I think that is awesome. But I don’t do it. It feels like the present giving takes away from the love giving. Yes I do need to see a therapist about that.
Now let us get serious here. “My Peoples” span the globe. And my peoples email me and call me for the big day. What is really cool about the “Big” day is it can be a week away from the “Big” day. Personally I like to gossip this time of year. I think that is illegal in just about any religion. So kind of leave religion even though it is a spiritual time. I wonder if gossip and giving gifts are about the same. I want to hear if someone got coal for Christmas. I think this year my eight year old will get just under one thousand presents. Funny there as his stick sword and boxes he will be playing with two days after.
A very interesting thing happened here. The boy is officially on Winter break from school so I quizzed him about if they call it Christmas break. His school has a ton of Muslims, Buddhists and Hindu and a few Native Americans. But he explained that they get the time off for Christmas so everyone calls it Christmas break. Hanukah? And humorous is that he does Eastern/Russian Orthodox and Christmas is on the 7th of January.
We are on a roll here about the kind of strange way us humans approach life. So good for us. It is my thought that commonality is not as good as community. When you have a “half breed” son differences kind of float away. He knows he is very “white” but his mom insists he is yellow. In fact we both are quite brown as we spend hours outdoors. My son was small and I am big. Would we be prejudice there?
We are debating if my son’s mother is a mom, a lady, a female or a girl or “wife”. Perspectives are so interesting.
He Isn't Looking at Dad
Just Get Up and Shake Some Booty For My Day!!!
Do The The Happy Twist
As you know this last segment pulls us back into love as the base of our humanity. Do fret as answers are left over there, wherever there is.
We have a harvest moon 3 days party here. Kind of like Thanksgiving. We have a Chinese New year’s party time that we call Tet. We don’t notice my birthday much but we celebrate the day I was adopted. Maybe we just run a different kind of ship.
Between us it is kind of accepted that I was as closer to my mother in-laws than my wife’s were. God let both rest in your bosom. Isn’t that strange? Or maybe not. They served like I was the master. And I treated them like royalty. There was such love in giving their daughters a better than before life. Don’t go too far here as I refuse to get rich. Probably I could but I see it change folks in ways I just don’t like.
So our stage is set to get on to love. Why love? And that gives me pause. Perhaps I just do it because it feels good. Some folk wear martyrdom on their sleeve, others wear love. Is it possible not to love? It seems that that is not real. The love is there but some just push it down. Could it be that the energy to push it down just wanes in folks. But we know there are many old farts that hate rather than love. I have never met a person over eighty who did not do the love deal. I suppose just an observation to which there is no answer.
Here is something about love. My son and I do not to anything to change temperature other than shorts and no shirt or sweats and a sweater. There is absolute proof that in reasonable temperatures you can adapt – not 30 degrees or 106. But my home is now 50 degrees and I still don’t need that sweater. In about 30 days of time we just adjust. I Admit it that sounds cray cray but it is true.
So there you are.
They have this tabulation about stopping substance abuse. They lump in heroin to alcohol. Into to what they call “PAWS”. Post Addiction Withdrawals Syndrome. I learned about it through a client who said it was BS. We sued for medical malpractice as sucking his money out. We won without even court. It takes about 30 days to kick it.
If you meet her and she is the love of your life like my two gals were it is a juice. OK, you drink the Cool aid. That is it. In Love there is no deal. Could it take seconds? Yes.
We are not made in time. We are sure love is all the time.
(Sorry but more dancing here, put hands up high in the air and skip in place)