Tact is the knack of making a point without making an enemy.
- Isaac Newton
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Life is still good... :)
Life is good.
Even when sometimes we think it isn't.
Don't just run from problems.
They will only be dealt with, if you deal with them. :)
Otherwise they continue to stalk you until there are so many, you are gang tackled. :)
Eat some desserts.
Drink some alcohol.
Even the Bible talks about wine being something that makes hearts glad. :)
Encouraging a complete stranger is a great thing.
One day you might be on the receiving end. :)
I still like playing games too much. :)
But I needed to post something.
Mostly because a superhero, who shall remain nameless, (ahem-WonderWoman :) )
caused me to remember to not forget. :)
Even when sometimes we think it isn't.
Don't just run from problems.
They will only be dealt with, if you deal with them. :)
Otherwise they continue to stalk you until there are so many, you are gang tackled. :)
Eat some desserts.
Drink some alcohol.
Even the Bible talks about wine being something that makes hearts glad. :)
Encouraging a complete stranger is a great thing.
One day you might be on the receiving end. :)
I still like playing games too much. :)
But I needed to post something.
Mostly because a superhero, who shall remain nameless, (ahem-WonderWoman :) )
caused me to remember to not forget. :)
Monday, September 08, 2008
Quote
You can't live a perfect day
without doing something for someone
who will never be able to repay you.
-John Wooden, sports coach (b. 1910)
without doing something for someone
who will never be able to repay you.
-John Wooden, sports coach (b. 1910)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Give me your eyes
Look down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touch down on the cold black top
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breath in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos
All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared
Chorus
Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me you heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Step out on a busy street
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide what's underneath
There's a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work, He's buying time
Chorus
I’ve been here a million times
A couple of million eyes
Just move and pass me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
I need a second glance
Give me a second chance
To see the way you’ve seen the people all along
Chorus
Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes
From the album What If We
What if we started looking at other people as ones who need forgiveness? Just like we do.
What if we saw them as needing affection and love? Just like we do.
What if we treated everyone else like God treats us?
Isn't that what we're supposed to do?
Love and forgive?
Truth and justice are good, but without love...
IF you claim to be a Christian and still want people to "Buck up" and do better, and aren't willing to help and forgive like God does for you, then you will get what you give. He has repeated this to us over and over and we continue to forget.
Makes me sad.
But there are some out there, some who encourage and uplift, love and forgive, and these are the ones who reflect what God is, far better than those who know these things and demand obedience to what they see is the right thing to do.
Love and justice are not at odds with each other.
But in the end, love never fails.
I have to believe this.
Even if it makes me a dreamer.
Love.
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touch down on the cold black top
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breath in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos
All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared
Chorus
Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me you heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Step out on a busy street
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide what's underneath
There's a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work, He's buying time
Chorus
I’ve been here a million times
A couple of million eyes
Just move and pass me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
I need a second glance
Give me a second chance
To see the way you’ve seen the people all along
Chorus
Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes
From the album What If We
What if we started looking at other people as ones who need forgiveness? Just like we do.
What if we saw them as needing affection and love? Just like we do.
What if we treated everyone else like God treats us?
Isn't that what we're supposed to do?
Love and forgive?
Truth and justice are good, but without love...
IF you claim to be a Christian and still want people to "Buck up" and do better, and aren't willing to help and forgive like God does for you, then you will get what you give. He has repeated this to us over and over and we continue to forget.
Makes me sad.
But there are some out there, some who encourage and uplift, love and forgive, and these are the ones who reflect what God is, far better than those who know these things and demand obedience to what they see is the right thing to do.
Love and justice are not at odds with each other.
But in the end, love never fails.
I have to believe this.
Even if it makes me a dreamer.
Love.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Inspiration
This is the Olympic story we never heard.
It’s about a girl whose Beijing moment lasted a mere 32 seconds – the slowest 200-meter dash time out of the 46 women who competed in the event. Thirty-two seconds that almost nobody saw but that she carries home with her, swelled with joy and wonderment. Back to a decades-long civil war that has flattened much of her city. Back to an Olympic program with few Olympians and no facilities. Back to meals of flat bread, wheat porridge and tap water.
...
When the gun went off in Samia’s 200-meter heat, seven women blasted from their starting blocks, registering as little as 16 one-hundredths of a second of reaction time. Samia’s start was slow enough that the computer didn’t read it, leaving her reaction time blank on the heat’s statistical printout.
Within seconds, seven competitors were thundering around the curve in Beijing’s Bird’s Nest, struggling to separate themselves from one another. Samia was just entering the curve when her opponents were nearing the finish line. A local television feed had lost her entirely by the time Veronica Campbell-Brown crossed the finish line in a trotting 23.04 seconds.
As the athletes came to a halt and knelt, stretching and sucking deep breaths, a camera moved to ground level. In the background of the picture, a white dot wearing a headband could be seen coming down the stretch.
...
As Samia came down the stretch in her 200-meter heat, she realized that the Somalian Olympic federation had chosen to place her in the wrong event. The 200 wasn’t nearly the best event for a middle distance runner. But the federation believed the dash would serve as a “good experience” for her. Now she was coming down the stretch alone, pumping her arms and tilting her head to the side with a look of despair.
Suddenly, the half-empty stadium realized there was still a runner on the track, still pushing to get across the finish line almost eight seconds behind the seven women who had already completed the race. In the last 50 meters, much of the stadium rose to its feet, flooding the track below with cheers of encouragement. A few competitors who had left Samia behind turned and watched it unfold.
As Samia crossed the line in 32.16 seconds, the crowd roared in applause.
It’s about a girl whose Beijing moment lasted a mere 32 seconds – the slowest 200-meter dash time out of the 46 women who competed in the event. Thirty-two seconds that almost nobody saw but that she carries home with her, swelled with joy and wonderment. Back to a decades-long civil war that has flattened much of her city. Back to an Olympic program with few Olympians and no facilities. Back to meals of flat bread, wheat porridge and tap water.
...
When the gun went off in Samia’s 200-meter heat, seven women blasted from their starting blocks, registering as little as 16 one-hundredths of a second of reaction time. Samia’s start was slow enough that the computer didn’t read it, leaving her reaction time blank on the heat’s statistical printout.
Within seconds, seven competitors were thundering around the curve in Beijing’s Bird’s Nest, struggling to separate themselves from one another. Samia was just entering the curve when her opponents were nearing the finish line. A local television feed had lost her entirely by the time Veronica Campbell-Brown crossed the finish line in a trotting 23.04 seconds.
As the athletes came to a halt and knelt, stretching and sucking deep breaths, a camera moved to ground level. In the background of the picture, a white dot wearing a headband could be seen coming down the stretch.
...
As Samia came down the stretch in her 200-meter heat, she realized that the Somalian Olympic federation had chosen to place her in the wrong event. The 200 wasn’t nearly the best event for a middle distance runner. But the federation believed the dash would serve as a “good experience” for her. Now she was coming down the stretch alone, pumping her arms and tilting her head to the side with a look of despair.
Suddenly, the half-empty stadium realized there was still a runner on the track, still pushing to get across the finish line almost eight seconds behind the seven women who had already completed the race. In the last 50 meters, much of the stadium rose to its feet, flooding the track below with cheers of encouragement. A few competitors who had left Samia behind turned and watched it unfold.
As Samia crossed the line in 32.16 seconds, the crowd roared in applause.
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