The Impossible ~ Social Alchemy

Greetings Dear Reader,

Because I study the ancient world for my fictional writing, I come across much about the mystical and alchemical.  As science and mysticism grew apart, that which remained for some time was arcane and little understood by the masses.

One such thing was the belief that one could somehow transform lead into gold.  I first read about this when I was seven.  I read that one of the ways in which alchemists attempted to do this was boiling lead.  I spent an entire afternoon that summer boiling some lead shot on my mum’s kitchen stove.  In my defense, I was left alone and had been told to read. 

Years later, I read further about this and found that the attempt to do this had resulted in heavy water and some terrific explosions.  Fortunately, my system was not a closed one.  Also, I did not spend but a few hours boiling and replenishing the water.  It is still true that I was determined to create a pot full of gold beads. 

The process, transmutation, has been successful on a very narrow scale.  The difficulty is that were it successful on a larger and equitable scale, the value of gold would decrease from the bounty of it that would exist.  When people describe heaven, they sometimes reference that the streets are made of gold.  This is not a statement of affluence.  It is a commentary on value. 

In our world, gold is a treasure.  In the Father’s world, it is simply a building material.  What is valuable is the redeemed soul and the transmuted heart.  What we are meant to invest in is spiritual alchemy.  We are to use love to transmute hatred to even more love.  We are to refine our lives so that the dross is burned away, the elements that produce hatred are inert, and that which remains is love.

I cannot change lead into gold.  I can change anger into peace.  I am able to transmute bad into good.  The impossible idea of getting everything back to good becomes possible and probable in the light of Christ.  It is in the constant burning away of self so that what remains is the love of Christ.  For now, Dear Reader, we do that in faith and hope. Those too will burn away until all that remains is the love of Christ evidenced in the transmuted souls of those he loves. This is the transmutation, the transformation that produces the greatest value.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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The Impossible ~ Holding it for Life

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When my sister and I were at the beach many years ago, she convinced dad to let her bury him in the sand.  They dug out a shallow ditch and he lay down in it.  She began to pour buckets of sand on him.  The light wind kept blowing the sand away.  Dad mentioned that it was because the sand was too dry. 

Discarding the bucket, my seven-year-old sister tried to carry the ocean water with her hands to wet down the sand on dad.  I took great joy in watching her try to transport the water in her hands without losing it all before she got to him.  She could not.

He suggested that she use her bucket.  She stubbornly insisted, “I can carry it.  I can carry it.”  She could not and quickly became frustrated at trying to carry the water.  She also refused to let go of the belief that she could.  If you have ever tried to carry water in your hands, you know that it is impossible to maintain over long distance.

There are so many things we try to carry that are impossible to carry.  It takes so much energy and our hands are not able to hold them all. We cannot carry resentment, anger, and hurt without becoming frustrated at what it takes to maintain it.  If we ponder the people over whom we hold these things, we feel tired from the effort.  Their offenses have become part of us.  We lack peace when we think of them.  We are simply not designed to maintain the offenses that we carry.

We think that forgiveness is impossible.  We may wish to hold our anger and bitterness.  That is what is impossible.  That is the thing we cannot carry.  It is the idea that we must and can forgive others that makes the impossible possible.  We can become people who do not carry offenses if we choose it. 

We are people who are designed to do the impossible.  There are, however, things we are designed not to make possible.  We are not designed to carry offenses, anger, resentment, and hurt.  I am not able to turn carrying them into something good.  It is, therefore, necessary for me to stop trying.

I must not work to make carrying or holding offenses possible.  It is like trying to carry water in our hands for a distance.  We are simply not designed for it.  We must let go of these things Dear Reader.  We can then fill our empty hands and hearts with something better.  We will look at that tomorrow.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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The Impossible ~ Perfection

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Yesterday I mentioned that a baseball game in which no batter on one side reaches base for any reason is called a perfect game.  This is a misnomer.  Even though the perfection is identified as no batters reaching base, true perfection would be if the pitcher only threw 81 pitches and every one of them was a strike.   This is almost statistically impossible. 

I wrote a short story about this event.  Even conceiving it in my imagination was difficult.  Still, the idea of a perfect, or as it would be called, an immaculate game.  That would mean 9 consecutive immaculate innings.  To understand the rarity of an immaculate inning, one needs to know that since record-keeping started in baseball (1879) there have been almost 4 million innings of baseball.  At this writing, there have been only 100 documented immaculate innings.  That is 0.0025%.  That would be 1 inning out of every 9,826 played.

This is why statistically an immaculate game is almost impossible and certainly improbable.  That level of perfection is not something for which one strives but it is that same level of perfection a pitcher seeks with every pitch.    It is the seeking of perfection that makes great pitchers.

As for the rest of life, we need to understand that perfection is an illusion.  It is something we cannot attain but it is worth seeking.  We need to hone things until they are the best we can deliver.  This does not, however, mean that we will attain perfection in this life.  We may be perfected but that never means that we are not far from perfect.

If we are going to be true followers of Christ, we must not for a moment believe that we cannot improve.  We must believe that we can always become more loving, less offendable, kinder, gentler, and meeker.  We may have days when we tick all the boxes but we also have days when we lose our pencil altogether and ticking boxes is right out.

Like baseball, however, we always have the next inning to try.  I can do better today than I did yesterday.  I can hone my skills and perfect my attitudes so that they align with Christ and his love for us all.  As we walk through each day, I can work harder to become perfected in my following.  If we work to do this daily together, we can produce some immaculate innings of our own Dear Reader.  That makes the journey sweeter and better for everyone.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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The Impossible ~ Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

For those who do not already know, March 26^th is opening day this year.  If you are unaware of what opening day is, it is the official first day of the regular baseball season.  For the third year in a row, all thirty teams will start their season on the same day.  It is the Spring right of the impossible becoming the possible.

I realize there are those who do not like baseball.  Whatever your reason, there are things about the game that anyone can appreciate.   The hardest thing to do in all of sports happens in baseball.  Batters attempt to hit a ball moving at 95 miles per hour in 1/10 of a second.  This is impossible yet they do so every game. 

The impossible becomes possible in every season.  There are no-hitters where the pitcher achieves the impossible.  In some seasons there are perfect games where no one even reaches base.  Even rarer is the immaculate innings where a pitcher retires the side on nine pitches; three strikeouts. 

There are video records of impossible catches, throws, and runs that leave us scratching our heads over how it was done.  Then amidst all of these is the most mundane and glorious of impossibilities.  Every moment in baseball contains all the potential of every possibility in play.  Each pitch signifies a moment when potential impossibilities can become reality. 

The life we lead is so attached to the potential of the impossible.  I do not wish to stretch the baseball analogy too far.  I do wish to use it for us to see the great parallel that is the life of following Christ.  I wish to spend some time pondering the impossibilities that make up our faith and following.  If you do not share my faith, Dear Reader, you are still welcome in the conversation. 

If you will walk with me for a bit, we can examine how foolishly impossible our faith is.  We can also see, like baseball, how the Father makes the impossible possible.  We will consider the depth and length to which the Father goes to request our company on the journey and guide us home.  You are welcome to ask all the questions you need and share your thoughts with me.  As always, if we walk together in love, anything is possible.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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Second Thoughts ~ Coronavirus

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We are all hearing news about COVID-19 or the Coronavirus.  With each serious problem comes the flood of memes, jokes, and lampoons that seem to entertain us in the midst of trouble.  As I ponder the problem, I also consider the things that are the real concerns with this pandemic.

It troubles me greatly that the Coronavirus has actually impacted the sales of Corona Beer negatively.  This beer from Mexico has been erroneously connected with the COVID-19 virus.  A recent survey suggested that 16% of the people polled could not dissociate the beer from the virus.  How do we reconcile that people actually believe that the two are connected in any way?  This points to the lack of practical education in our society.  Anyone with a lick of sense knows that the beer is from Mexico and the virus is from China. 

Another posted meme made it clear how much we need some comic relief from the fear of the virus.  It seems that an Amazon employee in Seattle has a confirmed case of Coronavirus.  The meme pointed out that if we ordered within two hours, we could all have the virus within two days.

My genuine concern here is that there will be 16% or more of my fellow humans who will think they can get Coronavirus from shopping on Amazon.  If this happens, I may fully choose to believe that we are doomed as a culture.  It seems plausible that there are those who will see ordering online as a viable virus transmitter; especially if their antivirus is not up to date.

There is also the reminder to wash our hands.  We are supposed to do it for twenty seconds and there are songs to sing whilst doing it.  Then we can liberally apply hand sanitizer if we can find any left in the stores.  I saw one place selling a 16-ounce bottle for $800.  Let the profiteering begin.  Oh, and if you buy it by the case it comes in bubble-wrap inflated with air from China.

Other questions plague me relative to the virus.  Does this mean that we will see a lag in popularity for Weird Al because of his 9 Coronas parody?  Will lime sales be hurt with the decline in Corona sales?  Will we learn from this how little control we have over the world? 

 

Perhaps we can take another approach and be sensible.  Washing our hands is good.  It is wise to be vigilant about our health in a reasonable way.  We may wish to avoid Chinese beer but a cold Corona is a good idea.  What is most important is that we realize just how foolish we will look with masks that cover our faces and not our fear.  Have we already forgotten the image from the summer of SARS?  Do we believe that our worry and panic will protect us? 

I have to believe that the Father even has his hand on this.  I know that it will be difficult for some.  Caution and care are wise.  Worry is worthless.  I will focus on the things that matter.  I will laugh at the memes.  I will care about the lives impacted by actually being sick.  Perhaps we should just keep calm, have a Corona, and wash our hands whilst recalling that God is not surprised by any of this.

 

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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What Does It Matter? ~ Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

I could think of multiple examples and metaphors to sharpen the point of this.  I could escalate the intensity of those examples to ponder things over which we invest importance that does not matter.  The matter is that we all know we place importance on things that do not truly matter.

Instead, I am going to suggest a few practical things to employ to measure the importance of things relative to that which truly matters.  We have discussed how all of our challenges begin in the mind.  What we think is what we become.

• Here are some questions to ponder when assigning importance to something:
• Will it matter in five years?
• Will my placing importance on this harm others in any way?
• Does my placing importance on this reflect the love of Christ?
• Is the importance I put on this a matter of pride or vanity?
• Am I making something minor a major at the expense of peace with others?
• Is this worth getting offended over?
• Is the importance I am placing on something an act of love?

The idea is that if it does not matter with respect to our love of the Father and of each other, it does not really matter.  It may be important to us.  It may even be something about which we are passionate.  Those things are not wrong.  They become a problem when we substitute making them matter over love, kindness, and compassion for others.

The journey has enough troubles for me to navigate without creating them on my own.  When I major on the minors that do not matter, I create problems for myself and others.  I become offended over trivial things and risk offending others.  As we travel together, perhaps we can learn to have lively discussions about things that we value without making them matter more than they should.

We can journey together more peacefully and perhaps more readily.  We can avoid replacing love with empty banter.  We reflect the light of Christ more fully and without obfuscation.  These are the things that generate joy in our journey.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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What Does It Matter? ~ Condiments and Toppings

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When I was a children’s pastor, we held a quarterly Ice Cream Sundae buffet after church to raise funds for special events for the kids.  We would lay out all the acceptable toppings for ice cream, syrups, and whipped cream.

We would serve about two hundred adults and I would get to move back and forth along the toppings table greeting our “customers”.   What always caught my attention was the banter over which toppings were “proper” for ice cream.  I also learned that ice cream is the great equalizer when it comes to adults. 

I watched proper deacons squabble over pineapple versus strawberry toppings.  The walnuts and pecans were the sources of contention between the matrons in the ladies’ auxiliary.  There was even a couple who actually got into a shouting match once.  It seems that they were heatedly in conflict over the idea of a sundae having chocolate ice cream at all.

My perspective was that people were elevating simple choices to a level that caused conflict.  An event that was supposed to be joyful and child-like was turned into pockets of prideful preference.  The thing that wore on my heart the most was that they were arguing about something that did not impact them in any real way.  You see, they did not have to eat the toppings over which they were squabbling.  Their objections were to the preferences of others.

I am guilty of this.  That does not preclude me from seeing the foolishness of it.  It is similar to the conflicts over ketchup on hot dogs or pineapple on pizza.  It is like criticizing the color of another person’s car. I do not have to drive it, so it is none of my concern. 

We take this even further, Dear Reader.   We demand that others think like we do in many ways.  We judge others for not doing so and condemn them when they disagree.  We do not accept it when others do this to us, making us hypocrites as well.  We are willing to let others live in freedom if they choose to live like us.

The things that do not matter, when fueled by pride, cause us to turn them into things that do.  We deny others their preferences in areas that are actually opportunities to rejoice in our differences.  I have discovered some of my favorite things by experiencing them with those who knew them best. 

I must not judge the preferences of others.  I must see each difference as a facet of their uniqueness.  In that, I must learn to love them for the solitary place they hold in all of the universe.  When I focus on this, I can find the beauty that resides in each soul.  No matter their preferences in things that do not matter, I can find ways to love and learn if I am gracious and kind.  Please, however, do not ask me to try anchovies on my ice cream.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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What Does It Matter? ~ Toothpaste and Toilet Paper

Greetings Dear Reader,

My friend Stephen has a lovely family.  His wife was a model in her twenties.  His children are both intelligent and well-behaved.  His home is large and comfortable.  The few times I have been there, the food served was simply marvelous. 

The last time I was there, I noticed a change that motivated my curiosity.  The guest bathroom located in their large family room is very nice.  When I went in to use it, the toilet paper roll had reproduced amoeba-like.  Next to the one I knew from previous visits, was an identical one.  It took me a moment to notice the difference.

The identical rolls hung with the paper facing opposite directions.  My first urge was to correct the one that was hung the wrong way.  Then I perceived that it was not my place to change the way Stephen and Lilly appointed their home. 

When I rejoined them on the deck, I asked Stephen why the toilet paper hanger had replicated itself.  He smiled broadly because, as I was to learn, he loved telling this story.  It seems that he and Lilly had disagreed for over ten years about how the paper was to be placed on the roll.  One day, when they had argued about it, he put up the second roll in anger.  

The result was not what he expected.  Lilly was thrilled and bought second holders for the other two bathrooms in their house.  Stephen realized that his angry response had led him to a suitable compromise.  He lovingly put up the other two holders.  Since it was just the two of us talking, I had to ask if the usage did not reveal which was the preferred method in the home.

He smiled as he explained that this became obvious within a month.  He sounded a bit smug as he informed me that his preference was the most popular one.  Then he said the thing that was the real solution to the problem.  He told me that to keep Lilly from feeling like she has lost in any way, he routinely switches the rolls as they diminish so that she thinks they are used equally.

I hope that someday they get to the place where the roll direction does not matter.  I am not there yet but that is another story.   What I admire is Stephen’s commitment to his wife.  What I must learn is how much it just does not matter which way the roll faces.  It is of no real consequence where one squeezes the toothpaste tube.  There are a thousand preferences that we turn into points of contention each day.

The thing I must face is that among all the ills of the world, the petty things just do not matter.  The things that are preferences and not things over which we should ever argue.  We must attend to love over anything that arises as a point of contention.  If I am to follow Christ well and become unoffendable, it is you that must take priority over preference and convenience Dear Reader.  We must not create offenses over things that are preferences.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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What Does It Matter? ~ Long Lines

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We have seen the memes about the lack of open registers at some large stores.  Recently I was waiting in line at the store with a few items.  There were three people in front of me and the other open register had line six deep.  There were four other closed checkout stations.

The guy in front of me turned and let out a long complaint.  He was obviously irritated and desired a fellow traveler with his impatience.  Immediately, I was instead irritated by his complaint.  The constant internal war between my fallen and redeem natures was at once in full conflict.

I wished to chide the man for his impatience.  I did not, however, know what his circumstances were.  Pride asked me to feel good about my not caring about the line length.  Then I recalled that it was just as wrong to be impatient with this man without cause.  I saw that I needed to engage with the human.

To do this without agreement or judgment required not answering and not chiding.  I asked him about the rest of his day.  He was in a hurry to get to lunch and was picking up something to add to the repast.  Again, my fallen self wanted to judge him for waiting until the last minute.  I shoved that down and really listened as he continued.

The man went on to say that he was invited to see some family that he has not in quite some time.  He was anxious and unsure of what to bring.  He had chosen crackers, cheese, some summer sausage, and a nice bottle of wine.  I told him that I thought his choices were spot-on.

Once I was distracted by showing love and kindness to the man, his impatience and my foolish irritation dissipated.  We talked about his family and were at the cashier in less time than we both anticipated.  He left, hopefully, more hopeful.  I saw the same man a church yesterday.  He did not see me but I realized that he walked past me to his seat every Sunday.

I was thankful that the Father loves me enough to nudge me to put love first.  What does it matter that someone is anxious and irritable when it gives me the opportunity to show love?   Love must never be trumped by long lines or anxiety.  I must be loving no matter how others are acting.  I must include in that not judging them for that behavior.

It is choosing what matters over my agenda and self-righteousness.  I must be certain that I do not set aside love for temporary smugness or insensitivity.  What matters is that I capture the thoughts before they get lease to express themselves.  As we travel, Dear Reader, we must remember that love is what matters in long lines.  This will aid in making us unoffendable.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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What Does It Matter? ~ Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

Recently I tried a new restaurant that was supposed to offer fresh seafood.  The menu was promising and the staff friendly.  Being new in a small community, it was very busy.  I ordered the shrimp and grits.

As I said, they were busy.  It took about thirty minutes for our meal to arrive.  The table next to us had ordered just before us.  Since we shared a server, it is likely that our orders were submitted to the kitchen simultaneously.  As we waited, I enjoyed conversation with my dinner guests.  The couple at the next table grew increasingly irritable. 

In the half-hour it took for our meals to arrive, I discovered new things about my friends.  The couple at the other table were almost fuming and barked at the server when she delivered their food.  When she brought our plates, I reassured her that we were not upset and that we understood that she did not control prep time for a meal.

Her smile was a great reward.  I noticed that she returned to our table every time she visited one where her customers were not as kind.  In truth, the food was not very good.  All the right components were there but it was clear that no one had taught them how to assemble proper shrimp and grits.  My guests both enjoyed their meals.

When we were ready to leave, our server noticed that despite the slow service, I had left a generous tip.  I explained that the time waiting was worth it due to the time talking with my friends.  She insisted that she did not deserve a tip that large (it was an honest 20%).  I explained that it was not her fault that the kitchen was slow.  I refused to make her pay for their errors. 

Even though it was accurate, I said that to make her feel better.  In truth, I was certain that it mattered more to show her love and grace and be an example of that for my younger friends.  As I seek to navigate the path of being lovingly unoffendable, the balance keeps asking a question.

Does whatever is irritating me really matter?  I need to firmly filter all irritants through this.  Perhaps I can become agile at deflecting the things that do not matter instantly.  It begins by asking if what I am bothered about matters more than being loving.  This should prove an interesting conversation as we journey together Dear Reader.  Perhaps we can discover areas of irritation that can be discarded completely.   As always, I treasure your thoughts and questions.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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