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Jump Off The Cliff Before Looking
Maybe I messed up as a dad. But these guys corrected my course
Different Strokes For Different Folks
I am the kind of fellow who has pushed a small water craft into a river not knowing exactly where the river will take him. The point is not where I end up but rather the ride through rapids and the awe of new things prior to then, not known.
You can imagine having that as an economic business plan does not ingratiate one to dependents. A kind of sad part of my life. But as it is my life and those of my dependents is wonderful. No we do not need food stamps, we have a home and insurance and nothing more than a 13 year old car. We strive to improve our lives. But for me that is secondary. I have this crazy, shared with my wife notion, that if we do good we will be provided for by Jesus. I know that is cray cray. Makes us some kind of Jesus freaks. Perhaps I would not suggest that route for you. But somehow it works for us.
Now Here We Go
So I have been writing stories of sorts since 4 years old. My sisters would sit with me and help me write letters to grandparents and honorary Aunts and Uncles and God Parents. So why did every letter have to start with “I am fine, I hope you are too”. And of course end with; I love you. The middle for me was almost always about my siblings doing something grand.
And then the constant opportunity to do book reports for grades. I just ate that up. One time riding 3 across in our 1953 Chevy ½ ton I told an answer to a question above my pay grade as youngest of us three boys. First they jostled me and said I was wrong. But then they quizzed me and knew (without Google) that I knew more than them. “How the Hell do you know that Eric?” “Because I did a book report on space rockets”. Books and writing are my allies in a world stacked against us sometimes. Hide in a fiction book and that is cool, hide in a science book and that is great!!
No one would call me a bookworm or nerd. On an average week day I get in a few hours outside in nature. But they do tell me that my brain is so filled with stuff that they are proud of me when I tie my shoes and zip my fly.
Perhaps I am a writer?
If You Have Never Faced The Devil -- Sit Back and Learn!
Bring It On
So about HP. I thought it would be cool to be a freelance writer for pay. I loved it. They sent you a note telling you to write 800 words on how hail forms. You have one hour. What could be more fun than that? It enhanced my technical writing in the form of “did you know” or “how to”. Sorry but that fun petered out as there was no depth. Kind of like most stuff on FB.
About that time I took a step sideways from a congregation I preached to. Just too much without enough.
And then I watched and learned about these wonderful heartfelt and spiritual people who just do not buy into the “Church Religion” type stuff. But they were so cool. I thought I noticed some seeming guilt for not attending. I love those folks.
So Eric’s Sunday Sermon was born. I guess I have to take responsibility for it, as the only blame rests on my shoulders and not God’s. And the idea grew in that I could relate biblical concepts without quoting scripture. And I could tie them to other faiths in the hope of a love synergism. The foundation has always been and will always be that Love is God and God is Love. The rest at worst is Sophist Dialogue.
I am not going to go look but I think I have disabled any revenue stream from any of the sermons. And of course the “sermons” are such as the “b” definition and not the “A”.
Perhaps we leave all that at that.
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By Golly What Do I Teach?
The Best Day I Ever Had Was Sittin' on Dad's Knee
I was going to do this piece earlier at 50K views but alas the numbers came and went. I was going to do this piece at 150 Sermons. I was going to do this at a year mark but all came and went. And then I counted the sermons and I cannot tell, as I did not number them, if it is 204 or 196 I am not sure. I just cannot wrap my head around doing something for a set time. I just push that boat out and see what comes. Again I insist this is not romantic but more problematic in social realities. I kind of try to make amends to my family every day for such irresponsible behavior, but I think I fail.
So let us just say that without effort I am at 200 Sunday Sermons, without effort I have 60,000 views and like 14,000 comments. And coming up on 6 years. What up with 955 articles? It is not an effort. It is not a job. It is not well done for publication. It incorporates more of my “I” than is acceptable.
Oh how many times did my finger hover over that “publish” button – probably weekly. But the weeks have gone by for roughly 4 years. I think the fear of creation and then sharing is as intense as the first weeks. I still contemplate quite often why I have resistance to being creative in society.
So we stop and pay attention to ourselves. Perhaps the accomplishments are somehow important somehow. Maybe 1 post on YouTube or FB creates 20 million views so I am at rest with low numbers in that sense.
Now I look at it from a larger perspective. Together we have made a congregation oh for sure not mine, but us friends. Such wonderment I have for us having a place to get together and pause for a moment. No great realizations or revelations. Nobody in charge. Just kind of a loose family structure. I hope that absolutely no profit motivations keeps us more earnest. I hope we gather so that we can focus on an idea but that our ideas of that idea are our own.
No doctorate degree could teach me more than us friends getting together. And I thank you that for years our guiding principle has been love.
I surely do enjoy our Sundays or Mondays together. Maybe I am whoopin up a little more pride than is right. If you are part of a platoon of soldiers is it wrong to be proud that we call each other brothers and sisters?
So I sit here and contemplate all of the wonderment that has come my way. I can say without a doubt that I probably should spend my time making money. It is what we do ,, right? Oh well when God was passing out jobs he passed me over, kind of like Passover. I don’t have many close friends. Just look at this list I like to talk about; Res Ipsa Loquitor, Cogito Ergo Sum, Prima Facie, Tabala Rasa, if not excluded then included, if B = A and A is half of B what is the common denominator? Why do we say the apple falls down instead of up? If a moon rises the ocean what does it do with our own fluid/blood?
I think it friendship that brings us together, not my writing. And that makes me very happy. Muchas Gracias mi amigos.