Tuesday, November 18, 2008

God was only fooling ...

November. I think when God made November he was only fooling. Keats got it right when he wrote:


No warmth, no cheerfulness,
no healthful ease;
No comfortable feel in any member.
No shade, no shine,
no butterflies, no bees;
No fruit, no flowers,
November.
(Keats)


Cold. Cloudy. Mostly miserable. Fall is gone and Christmas is still far away. If it wasn't for Thanksgiving, my son's birthday, my daughter's birthday, the post-Thanksgiving shopping bonanza, the start of college basketball, the exciting college football games that determine bowl appearances, the hockey season in full swing, no more grass to cut, the wonderfull smell of a fire in the fireplace, not to mention the hunting season ... Wait a minute. Maybe November ain't so bad after all. Maybe God knew what He was doing when He put it on the calendar.


Way to totally go, God!! And can You forget the "only fooling" part?


... just thinkling

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

So ... what did change in this election?

So … what did change in this election?

As a Canadian, I am old enough to remember the war in Vietnam and the cost to America in lives, dollars and world reputation. When the US pulled out of Vietnam in June of 1973, world opinion of the America could not have been at a lower point. International editorials were scathing and unsparing in their criticism. Racial strife boiled over in major cities like Detroit and Los Angeles. On top of that, the US dollar had fallen 41% in the previous two years against European currencies. It was a bleak time in America.

On June 5th of 1973, a well know Canadian radio commentator in Canada who worked for a station CFRB in Toronto, made a remarkable public broadcast in praise of America’s role in the world. His name was Gordon Sinclair. And those of us who followed his career remember him mostly as a grumpy old man: something bad to say about everything, pretty much. If I close my eyes I can still see that scowling, bulldog face and his trademark loud bow tie.

So no one could have been more surprised to hear than us what he had to say that day. No one more surprised, unless of course, you were an American. He wrote the piece that morning in about half an hour. He gave it live over radio 15 minutes later, unedited. Although some of the references are dated and the world’s landscape has changed since 1973, that address is worth remembering in our day when so much change is afoot regardless of who takes office. So what follows below is the full transcript, under it’s original title, given as I remember it, in Sinclair’s signature raspy voice and clipped, cryptic delivery.

The Americans
“The United States dollar took another pounding on German, French and British exchanges this morning, hitting the lowest point ever known in West Germany. It has declined there by 41% since 1971 and this Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least-appreciated people in all the earth.

As long as sixty years ago, when I first started to read newspapers, I read of floods on the Yellow River and the Yangtse. Who rushed in with men and money to help? The Americans did.

They have helped control floods on the Nile, the Amazon, the Ganges and the Niger. Today, the rich bottom land of the Mississippi is under water and no foreign land has sent a dollar to help. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy, were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of those countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.

When the French franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When distant cities are hit by earthquakes, it is the United States that hurries into help... Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples. So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped.

The Marshall Plan ... the Truman Policy ... all pumped billions upon billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now, newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent war-mongering Americans.

I'd like to see one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplanes. Come on... let's hear it! Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tristar or the Douglas 107? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all international lines except Russia fly American planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or women on the moon?

You talk about Japanese technocracy and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy and you find men on the moon, not once, but several times ... and safely home again.

You talk about scandals and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everyone to look at. Even the draft dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, most of them ... unless they are breaking Canadian laws ... are getting American dollars from Ma and Pa at home to spend here.

When the Americans get out of this bind ... as they will... who could blame them if they said 'the h**l with the rest of the world'. Let someone else buy the Israel bonds. Let someone else build or repair foreign dams or design foreign buildings that won't shake apart in earthquakes.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke. I can name to you 5,000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble.

Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.
Our neighbors have faced it alone and I am one Canadian who is d****d tired of hearing them kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high.

And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of these. But there are many smug, self-righteous Canadians.

And finally, the American Red Cross was told at its 48th Annual meeting in New Orleans this morning that it was broke. This year's disasters ... with the year less than half-over… has taken it all and nobody...but nobody... has helped.
June 05, 1973


This address was repeated on radio stations across America as well as in thousands of public venues, including the US Senate. As recently as last year I heard fragments of it pop up in a political speech. But of lesser known significance, Sinclair waived all royalty rights to published and recorded versions of the address and gave all the proceeds to the US Red Cross, a number that totaled in the millions. Gordon Sinclair died on May 17th, 1984. All of Canada was lessened by his loss.

By the time you are likely to have read this, the election will be over. And maybe you are pleased with the outcome or worried. But I think the future for us is a good one. Because although 25 years have passed, the remarkable spirit reflected in Sinclair’s address is still very much at the heart of American life. And that is one very good reason no matter how this election turned out, I think we should all be very proud that it is. As a Canadian, I know I am. And may God bless the United States of America.

… just thinkling

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Look up! Look w-a-a-a-a-a-y-y-y-y-y up!


We have a cross on our building. “Ya –totally-hoo!!” 25 years or so after constructing buildings on our site, we finally have a cross on our building. I always wondered why we didn’t have one on our church, but at least now we can say we do. A cross means that there is more to this building than a building. There is something inside that matters more than brick and mortar.




Now … if you haven’t noticed it, don’t be alarmed. Because it’s not very big. But if you look, you’ll find it on top of the new entry way into our facility. It’s sort of chrome looking and against the skyline it can be a little hard to spot. It’s about 5 feet tall. I was kind of hoping for a 50 foot one. But at least it’s there in all it’s 5 foot glory and that’s what matters.




About 5 years ago, I started wearing a cross. I usually wear it outside my
shirt so it can be seen. And when I began to do that I noticed other people who were wearing them. It’s kinda like when you buy a car and you suddenly start noticing cars just like yours for the first time. And I don’t know how many times a server in a restaurant or someone in an airport will comment on my cross. It gets noticed. And it’s not even 5 feet tall.

And I’ve found this: in the many places I have travelled I have found a warm kind of comfort every time I see a cross around someone else’s neck. Even in places where I don’t know the language, I can gesture to the person about the cross around their neck and point to mine, and inevitably they smile. There’s a bond in the cross that is transnational and transcultural. I find that it bridges a lot of ground between total strangers.

So … while you might not notice “the not-so-big” cross on our new building, people seem always to notice “the even- smaller” cross around a neck. A cross means that there is more to this person than meets the eye. There is something inside that matters more than brick and mortar. Maybe we should all wear a cross.


...just thinkling

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Good news and bad news ...


I went to my doctor last week for something minor. But he fooled me and gave me a physical. Not to name names but I will say that Dr. Charles "Chuck" Johnson of Commonwealth Physicians sure is a sneaky guy.

Anyway, he says I'm healthy. Real healthy. In fact, when I got all my results back and saw them in print, I was so delighted I went out and had a Big Mac. And fries. Supersized. And then I had a double fudge sundae. I mean, you gotta celebrate good health, right?!

Being healthy means the odds are good I'm gonna be around for a while. The good news? My Marilyn is happy. The bad news? My kids have to wait a while before they buy the beach house with the money from the will. Did I say "beach house?" I meant "beach ball." I mean, if I'm going to live longer I've got more time to spend their inheritance.

Which brings me to my point: CONGRESS!!! WALL STREET!!! DON'T MESS WITH MY FUTURE!!!!! Or I'll come over there and ... and ... and whine. Real loud.

In the meantime, I'm cutting back on salt. Just in case they get it right.


... just thinkling




Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Who are ya' votin' for?


Here in America, we vote for all kinds of things: presidents, state representatives, senators, judges, mayors, council men (or council persons), sheriffs and deputies (Andy of Mayberry and Barney Fife), jailer, county clerk, state vegetable inspector, the home school homework police, water fountain patrol coordinator … okay, I made the last few up. But with ballot initiatives like endangered species status for possums, it can take 10 minutes just to get through the ballot.

So this year I’m voting for Donny Welch, City Commissioner of Nicholasville. No, actually, I’m not. Why? Because I can’t vote. I am only a Resident Alien. Which means I can pay taxes, hand out Donny Welch flyers door to door, tell my neighbors about what a good guy Donny Welch is … but I can’t vote.

So, for all you bona fide, real Americans: get out and vote!! Earn the right to complain about the government that gets elected. Vote for somebody. Vote for anybody. Vote twice to cover for me not being able to vote. Line up, register, and put your x beside whoever you like. Just do it. Vote!
By the way … can anyone tell me who in the world Donny Welch is?

… just thinkling.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

You too can be a saint!

Just think of it: St Bob. St Chuck. St Lucy of Lexington. Or my favorite: St. Stephen the Remarkable, Pious and Humble. I thought of this when I found this website, which is now listed among the bookmarked sites on my “Favorites” list. It’s called the Saints calendar and it lists the daily saints for the Catholic Church. I find it curious, interesting and sometimes amusing all at the same time.

Like today. Today is September 18 and the saint for today is Saint Joseph of Cupertino. The interesting thing about him is that he is the patron saint of astronauts. What makes that also amusing is that he died in 1673, just a century or two or three before manned space flight.

Now we know from Scripture that every believer in Jesus Christ is called a saint. (Romans 1:7 and count 'em, 68 other places in the Bible.) No one person has special spiritual status as a saint above other believers. We are all equal before God.

But I think the Catholic calendar of saints has this real value: they remember people. People who made a difference. People who made great sacrifices for God, many of whom were martyred. People whose lives are really worth remembering.

In the present 21st church, we tend to be preoccupied with the present tense: what’s current, what’s trendy, what’s the latest worship music or what’s the hottest media innovation, what’s the new best seller among Christian books, etc, etc.

And we tend to forget the great men and women of faith in our own tradition who made it possible for us to live for Jesus in this present tense. I wouldn’t want to make them saints. But it would be helpful to all of our faith journeys if we didn’t forget them … if we remembered the great things they did for God and let them inspire us. From the John Wesleys and Jonathon Edwards. From the Savonarolas to the Martin Luthers. And from our old Sunday School teachers and former pastors and courageous missionaries … great saints all. We need to remember them.

What’s the old saying? “The road to tomorrow runs through yesterday.” And if we were better students of yesterday, we’d end up being stronger believers in the present. And braver prophets of the future. Remember that. And remember them.

…just thinkling

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

34 years and counting ... or napping


We just had our 34th wedding anniversary this past Sunday. We celebrated by taking a nap.


Some folks wine and dine. Some folks take a cruise. Some folks do dinner and a movie. Some sit by the ocean and watch the tide.


But not us. We took a nap. And then we took a short walk around the block, had a heart healthy snack, decided not to go to a movie, had another nap, then read for a while, then watched a British murder mystery, and then we went to bed. And fell into a serious, extended nap called sleep.


This being married so long is sure exhausting. As soon as I finish this I think I'll have a nap.


"You're getting sleepy ... you're getting sleepy ..."


...just thinkling