Today I pulled a muscle in my back while playing golf. It hurt. I couldn’t finish the round. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf.
Last Thursday I had a skin cancer cut out of my forehead, and the doctor said all margins were clear. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf today.
I have to pay my monthly bills tomorrow. I have plenty of money to pay them with. But really? Why would I complain about that? I got to play golf today.
Are you starting to see a pattern here? I like to play golf. Those days I get to play golf are great, but so are all the other days when I do the mundane tasks that fill the hours and minutes of those days too.
I am alive. I am free. I determine my actions and activities on most days. When I do have appointments to see doctors or dentists, or whomever, I set those to fit my schedule, not theirs.
I am in love. I’m married to the most wonderful woman in the world. She loves me unconditionally for who I am, not what she wishes I would be or become.
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
Wouldn’t it be nice just once to have Doctor Dolittle skills to tell your pet what you would like them to know and have them actually understand it?
Eddie Murphy is a genius at times, and with this portrayal of Dr. John Dolittle,(1998) hysterically funny as well. He narrowly misses hitting a dog with his car one night, and the dog yells, “bonehead!” And suddenly Dolittle is able carry on a dialogue with animals.
This would be a real treat for me with our little shih tzu. Now, just over 2.5 years old, she still randomly potties in the house. There is no rhyme or reason for this, and my theory is she just wants attention. It seems when we simply do not make her the center of our universe, she takes it out on us by doing her business inside.
And it’s not like she doesn’t have a nice yard to do her business, or that it’s hard to get out of our home to take care of that. When we moved in we installed a doggie door because our older shih tzu had mastered the art of going outside through a doggie door several years before. It took our newest one not more than a few minutes to learn how to go out and come in without our assistance.
It would just be nice at times, when I look at this dog and say, “go outside” that she wouldn’t just stare at me like “what?”
In some ways I believe she understands exactly what I’m saying, and why I’m saying it, but she’s just being stubborn, and thinking “bonehead!”
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
James is derived from the Hebrew name Jacob, which means “supplanted.” A supplanted is one who takes over or takes the place of someone or something else. Think: a conquering king or a conquistador.
James was first seen in the English-speaking world around the 13th century, and was the name of 13 British kings. One of these kings commissioned the Bible to be printed in English for all English-speaking people to read for themselves.
In the Bible James was the name of Jesus half-brother, who was also the first pastor in the church established in Jerusalem, after Peter continued going out to missionary efforts.
In the Bible James is also the name of John’s brother, the sons of Zebedee. These two brothers were firebrands for Jesus with zealous extreme reactions to how the general population in Judea responded to the ministry of Jesus. This caused Jesus to give them the nickname “Sons of Thunder,” after they petitioned Him to call down fire from heaven to annihilate the unbelievers. It is a great example of Jesus’ humor. And interestingly, one of my best friends over the years is a man named John.
My name was given to me by father, whose name was James.
My son was given the name James to carry on this tradition.
Although my name is James, at times I have been called Jim, Jimmy, Bubba, Day-light, and a host of other less flattering names or terms, but that is a story for another day.
A good leader is one who has walked where the followers are now walking.
A good leader is a good listener.
A good leader praises and admonishes the followers, instructs and corrects the followers, models actions for the followers, then evaluates the characteristics or goals to be achieved by the followers.
A good leader is encouraging and understanding, not condemning or belittling.
A good leader is self-aware and leads others to be self-aware.
A good leader never assigns a task which the leader has never done, would never do, or isn’t willing to do.
A good leader is head of the tribe, not a lone wolf in a pack of lone wolves.
A good leader inspires then enables every follower to become a leader.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
There is no greater love expressed or received than from the one who offers grace to the person who doesn’t deserve it.
I know this is true, because of the many times in my life I have received this kind of love extended to me when I least deserved it.
From my mom…
From my dad…
From my sisters…
From my family…
From my friends…
From the people to whom I was a pastor/teacher…
It’s an amazing thing when you know you’ve messed up big time, thinking to yourself “oh, I’ve really done it this time,” and someone says “I love you anyway.” “This doesn’t change my love for you.” “I forgive you.” “We’ll get through this together.”
The world is just more hateful today than it was when I grew up. Then grace was more than a concept. Grace was something you learned early on in life and offered it genuinely and regularly, because basically we are all flawed human beings. We all mess up. We all need grace.
Perhaps it is the mindset of not needing grace that has perverted and distorted people’s thinking, then really believing, they have no need for grace. If I’m ok in my skin, and don’t really care what comes out of my mouth, or what I do with my body, or how that may affect those around me… well, in a word, I don’t need your grace.
In my mind I guess, this is the person who needs grace the most. Mainly I think this because I believe all the bluster and pomp is a deflection of how a person really just wants to be loved. So, they need some grace.
Oh, they may not think so now. But when faced with a barrage of true grace, from a variety of people over the span of time, I’m convinced the person will come to realize grace was their greatest need.
Why do I offer grace to anyone today? Because in my lifetime, I have been shown great grace, from a wide variety of people, who could have written me off at any time, saying “why bother? He’s a lost cause.” But they didn’t.
Instead, they loved me. Some of them still do. Some of them will offer me grace forever, without fail, for all eternity.
According to Miriam-Webster “clutter” is “to run in disorder.” Wikipedia goes further, “… may refer to any of the following: Excessive physical disorder… a confusing or disorderly state or collection, etc.”
How to get rid of clutter when you mean junk around your domain, whether apartment or house, well, we all face the same problem. At its base level clutter centers around the question: “Do I need this?” And to determine the answer you might use the following filter questions to make that decision.
When was the last time I used this? Am I keeping this for its sentimental value, intrinsic value, utility value, or is it just taking up space because I can’t part with it?
If it has utility value, when was the last time I used this item? When do I see myself ever needing or using this item again? Would it change my life in any way if I didn’t have this item in my cluttered domain?
You get the idea.
If it has emotional/sentimental value, do I view the item with the same emotional attachment I had when it came into my possession, or has this changed over time, I just don’t want to part with it? Again, is it going to change my life in any way if I don’t have this item in my life?
If it has some intrinsic value (think art or antiques for example), is there also some sentimental/emotional value, or investment value that prevents me from parting with it? Is the value more beneficial to my bank account, or to the investment I’ve made and the appreciation in value I expect?
All these questions will have positive results and reduce clutter in my “stuff” if I answer them honestly.
Which I did recently, and have written about in the past few weeks on my blog. I cleaned out stuff I’ve had since 1972. Ugh. I can’t believe I even kept some of it. Some of that old junk, I didn’t even know I had. It was just stuck in a bin and put up on a shelf never to see the light of day again… until it got tossed in the trash!
Now, all that said, when I move from talking about “stuff” to talking about “mind clutter,” well that is a whole different ball of wax. Just thinking about the “clutter” in my mind over the last 10 years makes my head hurt.
Recently, I’ve discovered the truth of applying some counseling I received about 8 years ago. In sharing my emotional pain with a counselor, he introduced me to the concept of “flushing.” Everyone reading this will probably laugh out loud, as I did that day, at the metaphor for getting rid of emotional baggage.
But don’t laugh too loud…
Simply put, I have put my emotional and psychological pain on trial. I set a chair just a few feet in the room opposite mine, then imagined the person causing me the pain sitting in that chair opposite and facing me. I imagined them saying or doing whatever it was that hurt me so badly. I imagined what I wanted to say in response, but instead of it just being in my head, to the person in the chair I would yell, or scream, or slam books, make faces, etc.
Now for the important step. I imagined all the pain, tears, disappointments, anger, hurt, and then I reached over and “flushed” that toilet of “clutter.” Sometimes this step took multiple attempts to get it all out.
This does actually work in resolving emotional clutter stemming from relationship issues. But there is one more step, and it is just as important.
When the body is injured in some way with a cut, the human body is equipped with healing properties that over time heal the would. But not without a scar. What happens in the human mind when we touch that scar? Immediately we remember the event, the pain, and all the clutter associated with that injury. And it is as real as if it happened in that moment.
Emotionally/psychologically we have the same type of memory. We may have gone through the whole process of “flushing” out the “clutter” resulting in the beginning of the healing process. But what happens when we are reminded of that psychological pain or emotional injury? We are right back there in the moment, and it is as real as when it happened the first time. Even though we “flushed,” our memory won’t let go that easily.
So here’s the final step. You have to have a word or phrase you say to yourself every time one of these events occur. Be careful to select the right phrase. For example, the phrase should never start with “don’t”, like “don’t go there”, or “don’t think about that.” It’s like saying, “don’t think about elephants!” Now what are you thinking about?
Rather than “don’t” a simple two-word phrase is what I adopted, “Flush it!”
Use this phrase if you want to, or come up with your own. Just remember, every time those feelings come back, that you’ve already flushed, the phrase is your way to remind youself how you’ve already dealt with this issue.
As one of those around when the internet actually opened up to public online services, I was among the few that resisted the urge to do all things digital. Working for a company in the late 80’s it was my responsibility to on call companies in the cellular industry with a new proprietary technology for error detection and correction using cellular phones. Naturally I spoke with presidents, vice-presidents, engineers and CEO’s of major corporations like AT&T, Soutwestern Bell, Ameritech, and all the others.
1986 Motorola Carphone mounted in soft side briefcase
At that time these customers were divided about even seeing the need for, or ever understanding how a person might want to send data over a cell phone. In 1987 I connected my portable cellphone mounted in a brief case, attached to an NEC portable computer, standing in a parking lot in Cupertino, California … with a computer located in Dallas, Texas and sent a 3-minute data stream back and forth without any errors or corruption in the data. Most people thought this was madness at the time and scoffed at the need of ever doing such a stupid thing.
I’m now writing this article on my iPad, and will “publish” or send the data wirelessly to a router connected to the fiber optic cable which brings internet service into our house. Traveling on this fiber optic signal the data will arrive at some unknown server, somewhere out there in the “blue nowhere.” But it will show up as a blog post on my website asiwassaying.me.
Almost everything I do with data is online these days. I bank online, I pay all my bills online, talk with my sisters online, chat with my friends online, get answers to questions I have online, sometimes go to church online, listen to music online, watch tv online… one might almost say I’ve gone mad.
Except I’m not. In fact I’m pretty much like any other “connected” person today. We are tethered online to the world we do not see, and cannot touch, with data that travels unseen on Wi-Fi technology.
It started for me over 40 years ago. I wonder what the next 40 years of technology discoveries will bring? Will people 40 years from now be asking “Ha, remember when your grandad did everything on-line?” What a trip, with new discoveries on the horizon, I can’t wait for the next leap.
This is a hard one to say “most” memorable. We’ve been to Horseshoe Bay in south Texas twice, Colorado twice, Arkansas, Ruidoso, Santa Fe, Austin, Odessa, and countless trips back and forth to Lubbock. But, most memorable is really difficult to pinpoint. We purchased a mid-range nice camera when we got married and have taken it on every road trip, air trip, or sometimes around the block walking in our neighborhood.
So, I guess my most memorable trip(s) are those I think about when I view the collage of photos adorning our walls. Here are just a few…
Horseshoe Bay, Marble Falls, TexasBreckenridge, ColoradoFairmont Chateu, Lake Louise, Banff National Park, Alberta, CanadaAthabasca Falls, Alberta, CanadaPalo Dura Canyon, Canyon, TexasBoot Tour, Wimberly, TexasCliff dwellings, Mesa Verde National Park, ColoradoSanta Fe, New MexicoAnthony Chapel, Garvan Gardens, Hot Springs, ArkansasHawaii
Ann Landers was a famous advice columnist who coined the phrase, “lives in my head rent free.” Originally this phrase referred to a person, place, or thing that I think about often, and I can’t get the thoughts to go away, or move out!
Now in the era of “woke”, social media has transformed the phrase from something that might have been positive and turned the meaning into negative feelings toward another person. Landers said, “hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.”
So, I had this great idea, that if someone wants me to live rent free in their head, because they hate my guts… I would just start charging them for the use of my image in their heads. I mean seriously, it’s my image. Like a copyright or a fingerprint, it is unique to me and they can’t just use it for free! I’m going to charge them.
Conversely, those that hate me have indeed occupied a large amount of space in my head over the last ten years. And essentially they have lived “rent free” in my head as I often pondered why they treated me in such horrible ways. So, in keeping with my “charge rent” idea, to rehabilitate my own thinking process, when their actions come popping back up like a mole in my yard, I would just send them a bill.
Maybe it would be based on amount of time spent thinking about all the angst they have caused me. Like “reparations” of a sort. If I spent 30 minutes on Tuesdays with these images, conversations, or hurtful ideas in my head, I would send the person a bill for $50. I think $100 an hour for how they used to live rent free is a pretty good deal.
Of course, I do realize this is a “crazy business idea,” but not many of my crazy business ideas have worked in the past either. Some of them not because the ideas were crazy, but because I was crazy not to pursue them. I will give you one example.
I was starting to bald before I was 25 years old. Genetic patterns and all that. But I had this crazy idea back in the early 80’s to create a visor cap with hair attached, so a guy wouldn’t look bald. Everyone had a big laugh at my expense, which was fun. But look at what I found on Amazon today…
Visor with hair attached.
Funny huh? Crazy idea huh? Yes, crazy like a fox!
Maybe I’ll give some thought to my “charge rent” idea.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha … laughing all the way to the mental/emotional bank.
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
13th Birthday
Being on this bike in the summer of 1967 was the thrill of a lifetime. Even now, thinking back to the first moment I set my eyes on it, the first thing that came to my 13-year-old mind was “freedom!”
Now I could escape! Now I could ride with the wind! Now I could be with my friends 20 miles away without asking for a lift into town! What joy! What ecstasy! Just the thought of it now brings goose bumps on my arms.
I can feel the vibration of the motor when it starts on the first kick. The pulsing of the blood through my veins as I “Head out on the highway, looking for adventure, in whatever comes our way” (Steppenwolf 1968 – Born to Be Wild).
None of this would have been possible without my mother. She had tricked me into going outside to feed our pet chicken (don’t ask), which resided in our tiny one car garage. Then lo and behold, there in front of my eyes was this shiny new motorcycle, exactly like the one in this photograph.
I’ve often wished I still owned this bike. So what happened to it? Along my life-path my mother died tragically in an automobile accident. We lost her too soon. Eventually my dad remarried. Then as things go, the new couple moved, and certain items had to go. My dad saw no need to keep the bike, so he either sold it or gave it away, I don’t really know which, that was never clear.
It hurt when I found out and had no recourse to pursue the bike. For a while I was angry, but in those days I was probably angry about a lot of things with my dad, but those are stories for another time.
The connection to this bike was not with my dad, but with my mom. She made dad buy it. She wanted me to have the freedom she had lost, by having 4 kids, and cancer. She survived the cancer and the 4 kids, only to graduate to heaven before we were all ready for her to go.
I don’t need to “see” the bike in my garage to be on it again. I don’t have to feed the chicken to see the huge smile on my mother’s face when I came running back in the house to thank her. All I have to do is close my eyes. And there I am.
That smile, so warm and forgiving…
The wind blowing in my face as I race toward freedom…
It’s all still here, vivid and clear as the first ride around the block to test out the bike.
It’s all still very much alive and well in my memories of then…
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My mission now in this era of an un-cluttered life has not changed from what I have sought my whole life… to experience God’s grace daily, to expand God’s kingdom on earth and in heaven, and to bring God glory as He gives me opportunity to speak His truth.
Since I am not perfect, I fail often in this mission.
Yet, even in this failure I get to experience fresh new ways to experience God’s grace on a daily basis, thus fulfilling my mission.
Since I am retired, I’m not necessarily on the front lines of sharing the gospel from the podium, or in a classroom.
Yet, even in retirement I have the opportunity daily to write something that might reach someone with the Truth of God’s Word in a transformative kingdom building way, whether here or in heaven.
Since the beginning of my mission at 6 years old, now at 70 nothing has changed.
Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen. (1 Timothy 1:17)
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What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Once upon a time in the 1940’s a man named Thomas J. Watson said, “I think there is a world market for about five computers.” Watson at the time he made this remarkable statement was the president of IBM.
On my 50th birthday I said to my children, and anyone who asked how I felt about turning 50, “Well, I’ve lived about a third of my life so far.” When I made this bold declaration I was a big proponent of the idea that “things change.” I believed then, and still do now at 70, that new technologies will extend the opportunity for human existence beyond just the current 70 to 100 years marker that is still prevalent today. Oh sure, there is the odd person who lives well into their 100’s, but these are not the rule, but rather the exception.
Why would I believe this? Because one constant in all of human existence over time is, things change. World politics, economic structures, modes of travel, health, education, pick a topic and do a historical search and you will see just how dramatically things have changed over time. And significant changes are even now on the horizon.
Consider the implications of the singularly important research being conducted today in nuclear-fusion (think “free energy”). Researchers at the National Ignition Facility announced in December 2022 they had produced a fusion reaction. Read about it here: https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-023-04045-8 This process has now been replicated at least three times in 2023 according to a December report from the LLNL
Or perhaps the next consideration is equally as important: AI technology. According to snowflake “Generative AI… will reshape how we live, work, and do business.” Isn’t this the very essence of “things change?”
Or what about breakthroughs in science and medicine? Founded in 1907 to help organize chemistry research, CAS became a self-supporting division of American Chemical Society in 1956. Listen to their mission statement, “At CAS, our passion is advancing scientific progress. As a leader in scientific information solutions, we curate, connect, and analyze the world’s published science to accelerate breakthroughs.”
CAS lists the top scientific breakthroughs for 2023: space exploration, AI predictions, synthetic biology, single-cell metabolomics, greener fertilizer production, advancements in RNA medicine, and more… read all about it here: https://www.cas.org/resources/cas-insights/emerging-science/breakthrough22
Obviously, I could go on and on about how our world is changing, and how that has the possibility for prolonging human existence, helping us be more productive, etc. But for a moment at least let’s turn to the spiritual side of this idea of longer life.
Before the Flood which covered the earth in Genesis 6, all of humankind had become corrupted with the exception of one man and his family, Noah. Before the rains ever came, before God revealed His plan to Noah about the Ark, God made a startling change to human’s alive at the time. He said to Noah, “My Spirit will not remain with man forever, because he is also flesh; nevertheless his days shall be 120 years.” (Genesis 6:3)
Now Genesis chapter 5 is a long list of generational history from Adam all the way to Noah. Most of the names listed lived well over 120 years, with Methuselah leading the pack with a whopping 969 years under his belt before giving up the ghost.
We know this phrase was in existence at least by 1611 , when the translators gave this rendition of Mark15:37 “And Jesus cried out with a loud voice, and gave up the ghost.”
But I digress. In many of my previous blogs I’ve spent a good deal of time establishing that I believe the Bible to be 100% accurate and true, without error, making it the sole authority for our lives today.
Therefore my thinking about living out an extended life beyond today is based in the will of God for my life. I like David know that God is in charge of this detail, but I don’t want to know my end as David did in Psalm 39:4. It is enough for me to know that He has numbered my days, and when they are finished I will be with Him.
And that is when the Living out of a very Long life will begin… because things change… and I will be changed too.
Watching the BB comedy series several times now from the pilot to the finale has taught me some things about myself. In hindsight I never knew I was a lot like Sheldon Cooper, but I was. Certainly not in the aspect of Sheldon’s eidetic memory, although my memory is pretty good, but in the sense that Sheldon was constantly correcting other people’s perspective on an issue. Sheldon seemed to have an answer for everything, a solution to every problem, that was simply better than everyone else’s ideas or solutions.
These days I find myself looking back and see a lot of that in me, with people or situations in the past where I might have been their Sheldon. It’s humbling to me that I acted or spoke in these ways, and I’m trying to do this differently now.
One aspect of Sheldon’s personality which I identify with but am striving to do differently today is this constant offering of an opinion before being asked if I even have one. Becoming highly sensitive to this flaw in my behavior was sparked recently in a conversation with a very dear person in my life. Without waiting to be asked if I had any ideas, insights, or solutions, in a conversation with this person I just jumped in with both feet and found them squarely in my mouth.
Not only was it not the right time for me to say something, it was not even something I should have said, or been involved with. In acting this way I instantly felt uncomfortable, wishing I had said nothing at all.
The person accepted my apology, and life with them goes on, but in this is a valuable lesson for all of us. Social media in general, regardless of the platform (TikTok, Facebook, Instagram or whatever), has given everyone the impression that we can just rant and rave to our hearts content about anyone or anything.
I’m going to try to do it differently. I’m going to hold my tongue, wait to be asked my opinion, make observations to myself rather than outloud, and most of all, think before I speak. What a novel idea, huh?