Greetings Dear Reader,
Every man’s death diminishes me; some more than others. A man who I have not seen in over a decade lost his life this past week. The only word that ever came to mind was kindness when I thought of him. He was a bus driver for a large city. He was a man of infinite jest. He cared about people and delivered little bits of kindness every day on his route.
His niece often spoke of his patience and how much she loved him. I wish I had known him better. It was my own fault I did not. It causes me to ponder the way in which I nurture my friendships and I realize that I do not do it very well.
How will I be thought of the day after I shuffle off this mortal coil? I know that there are people who openly hate me. There are even more who dislike me. How much of that is because of the times when patience, love, kindness, and selflessness should have ruled me and they did not?
I can be both kind and curmudgeonly. I can make others feel accepted or rejected. I seem to fail most those I love the dearest. I need to be more like that constant bus driver. Moving through life picking up those who need to be carried for a bit and dropping them off closer to their destination. I need to offer them a kind word and listen to the story of their journey, realizing that I am no one’s destination, but just a fellow traveler who knows the road a little better.
It is not my place to tell them where to get on or off. It is not my responsibility to tell them where to go after their departure. Not one lives at the bus stop so I should not be surprised not to see them waiting for me. In fact they are not waiting for me they are waiting for the bus. No one says, “I am waiting for the bus driver.”
I am just a currier who knows how to move the bus along closer to work or more happily home. My job is to keep the bus moving and stopping on its destined route. I am to be there to assure that people get on and off safely and get where they are headed on time. So I will sit by the door, greet each new passenger, and remember Jack as I do. I will endeavor to remain the Constant Bus Driver.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
31 January 2010
30 January 2010
Constant Course Corrections
Greetings Dear Reader,
Lately in the news there is much talk about laws governing the use of mobile phones whilst driving. Laws are pending that make it illegal to text or talk on the phone without a hands free device. Just yesterday at breakfast my beloved Son pointed out how he sees fewer headsets like my Bluetooth that I have had for a couple of years now. I think that the laws are a good idea because I know how distracted I get when I am sitting at this desk texting or talking.
The necessity comes from the simple fact that whether driving, flying, or boating, what we do needs constant course corrections. The small back and forth of the steering wheel, yoke, or helm creates adjustments in our movement toward our destination. Without really thinking about it consciously, we move toward our goal as our brain quietly calculates the course corrections that keep us between the lines or headed toward a point.
I am learning more and more that aside from the fellowship and support that church provides, my time sitting and learning and my time studying the Bible gives me constant small corrections. So many other things can become a distraction. Everything I do that takes my focus off of where Christ walks becomes something that can lead me outside the lines or away from the goal of being closer to Christ.
Sometimes people make fun of my headset. It serves me well. In my twenty minute drive to my teaching job I can use the time to call family that is far away without taking my eyes or attention off of the road. I have begun to try and remove things that hinder my focus on Christ as well. I realized a few months ago that a portion of me was always on the defensive; always needing to be “safe.” I am realizing that I become more safe when I do not worry about defending myself or being accepted and just give my very best to following Christ in the moment.
As my pastor so often says, we are all crooked sticks. We all are Cretans: Liars, Savage Beasts, and Gluttons. I must make constant course corrections in my movement toward Christ and never think that I have it so in hand that I can look away from the goal. I must also be thankful for those along the way who show me when I am drifting into the other lane or getting off course; even the ones who blast their horn or flip me off. After all it is about the journey and how we take. The destination is a constant.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
Lately in the news there is much talk about laws governing the use of mobile phones whilst driving. Laws are pending that make it illegal to text or talk on the phone without a hands free device. Just yesterday at breakfast my beloved Son pointed out how he sees fewer headsets like my Bluetooth that I have had for a couple of years now. I think that the laws are a good idea because I know how distracted I get when I am sitting at this desk texting or talking.
The necessity comes from the simple fact that whether driving, flying, or boating, what we do needs constant course corrections. The small back and forth of the steering wheel, yoke, or helm creates adjustments in our movement toward our destination. Without really thinking about it consciously, we move toward our goal as our brain quietly calculates the course corrections that keep us between the lines or headed toward a point.
I am learning more and more that aside from the fellowship and support that church provides, my time sitting and learning and my time studying the Bible gives me constant small corrections. So many other things can become a distraction. Everything I do that takes my focus off of where Christ walks becomes something that can lead me outside the lines or away from the goal of being closer to Christ.
Sometimes people make fun of my headset. It serves me well. In my twenty minute drive to my teaching job I can use the time to call family that is far away without taking my eyes or attention off of the road. I have begun to try and remove things that hinder my focus on Christ as well. I realized a few months ago that a portion of me was always on the defensive; always needing to be “safe.” I am realizing that I become more safe when I do not worry about defending myself or being accepted and just give my very best to following Christ in the moment.
As my pastor so often says, we are all crooked sticks. We all are Cretans: Liars, Savage Beasts, and Gluttons. I must make constant course corrections in my movement toward Christ and never think that I have it so in hand that I can look away from the goal. I must also be thankful for those along the way who show me when I am drifting into the other lane or getting off course; even the ones who blast their horn or flip me off. After all it is about the journey and how we take. The destination is a constant.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
29 January 2010
In Memory of Jana
Greetings Dear Readers,
I lost a dear friend this past week. We never met face to face and had we lived in the same city, we probably would have never met by incident. She was an Afghani refugee and a follower of Zoroastrianism. She made her way to London after her parents were killed by the Taliban. In our first conversation she was so afraid to speak that she apologized after everything she said.
As she healed from the torture and abuse heaped upon her by fallen men she began to speak to me of her father and his teaching her about Jesus even though they were not followers of Christ. She told how he instructed her to embrace his teachings of grace, mercy, love, and forgiveness.
Jana did not know my sons but as she read my blog and saw my love for them, she would ask about them and pray for them. She prayed for my eldest son on his wedding day and constantly asked after his bride and her well being. Jana knew of my longing to be around my younger son more and cried for joy when he moved to live with me. She befriended my daughter and helped her through much emotional pain.
When it was clear that Jana was recovered enough to work outside of the refuge in which she lived, she chose to stay and work there so that she could aide other refugees as they arrived. I have been thinking all week how someone who was not a Christ Follower lived his teachings better than I do at times. She forgave her torturers and abusers and told how she hoped they would find faith to help see the error of their ways.
Jana challenged me all the time when I would express things as to whether they were centered on Christ or not. She would agree lovingly with my statements that were and gently nudge me away from opinions that were contrary to Christ’s examples and words. If we all dealt with disagreements as Jana did the world would be a very peaceful place. She has changed my approach to disagreements for life I hope.
After a battle with H1N1 over the past few weeks, Jana slipped away from us. The scars and pain of her mortal abuse no longer plague her but I know she would have endured them without complaint if it meant she could have helped others. I will miss her sweet gentle way of reminding me that my faith makes a difference. The world is less for her absence and eternity is richer for her presence.
Jana, we love you and miss you.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
I lost a dear friend this past week. We never met face to face and had we lived in the same city, we probably would have never met by incident. She was an Afghani refugee and a follower of Zoroastrianism. She made her way to London after her parents were killed by the Taliban. In our first conversation she was so afraid to speak that she apologized after everything she said.
As she healed from the torture and abuse heaped upon her by fallen men she began to speak to me of her father and his teaching her about Jesus even though they were not followers of Christ. She told how he instructed her to embrace his teachings of grace, mercy, love, and forgiveness.
Jana did not know my sons but as she read my blog and saw my love for them, she would ask about them and pray for them. She prayed for my eldest son on his wedding day and constantly asked after his bride and her well being. Jana knew of my longing to be around my younger son more and cried for joy when he moved to live with me. She befriended my daughter and helped her through much emotional pain.
When it was clear that Jana was recovered enough to work outside of the refuge in which she lived, she chose to stay and work there so that she could aide other refugees as they arrived. I have been thinking all week how someone who was not a Christ Follower lived his teachings better than I do at times. She forgave her torturers and abusers and told how she hoped they would find faith to help see the error of their ways.
Jana challenged me all the time when I would express things as to whether they were centered on Christ or not. She would agree lovingly with my statements that were and gently nudge me away from opinions that were contrary to Christ’s examples and words. If we all dealt with disagreements as Jana did the world would be a very peaceful place. She has changed my approach to disagreements for life I hope.
After a battle with H1N1 over the past few weeks, Jana slipped away from us. The scars and pain of her mortal abuse no longer plague her but I know she would have endured them without complaint if it meant she could have helped others. I will miss her sweet gentle way of reminding me that my faith makes a difference. The world is less for her absence and eternity is richer for her presence.
Jana, we love you and miss you.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
11 January 2010
A Cornfield full of Snowflakes
Greetings Dear Readers
As I drove to church today with my Son and Daughter we passed several vast seas of still, silent, untouched snow. In summer these same seas pitch and wave with green swells of growing corn. Today they were reminders of the amazing beauty that is a Wisconsin winter.
I hear people complaining about the snow every day. Even when I am an hour into the ninety minute shoveling of my drive, I still love the snow. Consider for a moment what it takes to create the beauty that is a forty acre corn field covered in snow. Snowflakes are tiny crystals. In fact they are very tiny.
I asked as I drove, how many snowflakes there might be in a cornfield full of snowflakes. Everyone was silent. We were silent because of the beauty and magnitude of this simple bit of creation. We pondered how bleak and gray the world would be were it not for the beauty of snow. We shared a moment unity as a family in awe of the amazing nature of God to give us such unique beauty.
We also need to consider that God does not do it just for us. There are vast fields of virgin snow that are never viewed by men. He creates this beauty for his own pleasure and we are simple benefactors of his creativity.
I did some research and it is true that every snowflake is unique. If you do not believe me check out http://www.snowcrystals.com/ where they explain why it is true. This is also the source of the snowflake picture in this article. The point is that in forty acres of five foot deep snow I wondered how many snowflakes there might be.
According to Answers.com there are 62.7264 to the 6th power square inches to an acre of land. So forty acres of land would be 2509.0566 square inches times a volume of five feet of snow. Since each snowflake is about half an inch in length there are roughly 17,677 snowflakes per cubic inch. This means that we need to multiply ((2509.056 * 17,677) * 12) to the 6th power. The result is 532,251,153.593 to the 6th power. So a forty acre field filled with five feet of snow would contain roughly 1.2100861207361642205028562396134e+61 snowflakes. This is roughly 1.25 billion snowflakes per cubic foot of snow. I will ask the genius mathematicians in my life to forgive me if I am wrong somewhere in my calculations. Feel free to correct me.
Some will argue that the probability of them all being unique makes it impossible. I will agree with them when they test a significant sample and find two snowflakes that are alike. My point is that the vast still and silent seas of snow are an amazing witness to the creativity of God. Vast landscapes blanketed in snow are painted, pictured, and praised for their beauty. Individual snowflakes are captured, drawn, and cut from paper. I have rarely seen people decorate with individual rain drops or hail stones. From the singular to the uncountable level God paints winter with a beautiful brush that holds forth the promise that winter will end and the long sleep of grayness death in the world will melt away to daffodils and crocuses.
Visiting a Crystal Gallery
by Aramis Thorn
Silently the clouds crept across the sky,
Negating the brilliance of the haunting harvest moon.
Only the brightest of stars could I still spy,
While the cottony gray darkness still had rips and tatters.
Sending chills over my exposed face,
North winds begin to whip over the field fiercely
Offering me an invitation to retrace
What steps I have taken and return to my cozy home.
Something inside drives me to pursue,
Narrowing my focus to climb the hoary-frosted hill.
Only the higher field will give a proper view
When the dance begins in earnest.
Softly they begin their waltzing flight
Navigating their way through the winter wind,
Outstanding crystals of drifting delightful white
Whispering to me that God is still an artist
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
As I drove to church today with my Son and Daughter we passed several vast seas of still, silent, untouched snow. In summer these same seas pitch and wave with green swells of growing corn. Today they were reminders of the amazing beauty that is a Wisconsin winter.
I hear people complaining about the snow every day. Even when I am an hour into the ninety minute shoveling of my drive, I still love the snow. Consider for a moment what it takes to create the beauty that is a forty acre corn field covered in snow. Snowflakes are tiny crystals. In fact they are very tiny.I asked as I drove, how many snowflakes there might be in a cornfield full of snowflakes. Everyone was silent. We were silent because of the beauty and magnitude of this simple bit of creation. We pondered how bleak and gray the world would be were it not for the beauty of snow. We shared a moment unity as a family in awe of the amazing nature of God to give us such unique beauty.
We also need to consider that God does not do it just for us. There are vast fields of virgin snow that are never viewed by men. He creates this beauty for his own pleasure and we are simple benefactors of his creativity.
I did some research and it is true that every snowflake is unique. If you do not believe me check out http://www.snowcrystals.com/ where they explain why it is true. This is also the source of the snowflake picture in this article. The point is that in forty acres of five foot deep snow I wondered how many snowflakes there might be.
According to Answers.com there are 62.7264 to the 6th power square inches to an acre of land. So forty acres of land would be 2509.0566 square inches times a volume of five feet of snow. Since each snowflake is about half an inch in length there are roughly 17,677 snowflakes per cubic inch. This means that we need to multiply ((2509.056 * 17,677) * 12) to the 6th power. The result is 532,251,153.593 to the 6th power. So a forty acre field filled with five feet of snow would contain roughly 1.2100861207361642205028562396134e+61 snowflakes. This is roughly 1.25 billion snowflakes per cubic foot of snow. I will ask the genius mathematicians in my life to forgive me if I am wrong somewhere in my calculations. Feel free to correct me.
Some will argue that the probability of them all being unique makes it impossible. I will agree with them when they test a significant sample and find two snowflakes that are alike. My point is that the vast still and silent seas of snow are an amazing witness to the creativity of God. Vast landscapes blanketed in snow are painted, pictured, and praised for their beauty. Individual snowflakes are captured, drawn, and cut from paper. I have rarely seen people decorate with individual rain drops or hail stones. From the singular to the uncountable level God paints winter with a beautiful brush that holds forth the promise that winter will end and the long sleep of grayness death in the world will melt away to daffodils and crocuses.
Visiting a Crystal Gallery
by Aramis Thorn
Silently the clouds crept across the sky,
Negating the brilliance of the haunting harvest moon.
Only the brightest of stars could I still spy,
While the cottony gray darkness still had rips and tatters.
Sending chills over my exposed face,
North winds begin to whip over the field fiercely
Offering me an invitation to retrace
What steps I have taken and return to my cozy home.
Something inside drives me to pursue,
Narrowing my focus to climb the hoary-frosted hill.
Only the higher field will give a proper view
When the dance begins in earnest.
Softly they begin their waltzing flight
Navigating their way through the winter wind,
Outstanding crystals of drifting delightful white
Whispering to me that God is still an artist
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
07 January 2010
Epiphany
Greetings Dear Reader,
Yesterday was the Feast of the Epiphany. Several people asked me what that meant. For the few of you who do not know, Epiphany, or twelfth night falls on January 6th. It celebrates the advent of Christ, the visitation of the Magi, and most of the events up to the baptism of Christ by John the Baptist. Today it is mostly the Magi that is the focus.
In our culture an epiphany can also mean a moment when a
great realization or revelation breaks upon the consciousness. This is usually the result of our minds incubating ideas that are joined but we do not yet see the connection. I often wonder how many ideas break upon me and drift away in the flotsam and jetsam of my mind without my capturing the essence of them. I have taken to recording, emailing, and writing down ideas wherever I am when they cast themselves upon me.
This results in me have a constant pool of ideas to develop, refine, and write about. Thinking about this brings me back to thinking about the Magi. They had a constant pool of thought on the stars and their courses. They knew history and the texts of other cultures. They put together that the stars were leading them to a conclusion. “We have seen his star in the East, and have come to worship him,” they said.
I hope that as I fill my mind with the things that matter and try to move away from the things that do not, that I see the advent of Christ in each day. I hope that I am ready to see him appear in each moment to me if I am looking for him. It is about being ready when Christ is ready. It is about realizing is that each moment can be a realization of revelation. Each moment can be an epiphany of Christ’s advent in our lives. We only need to be wise enough to keep seeking him to find him.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Yesterday was the Feast of the Epiphany. Several people asked me what that meant. For the few of you who do not know, Epiphany, or twelfth night falls on January 6th. It celebrates the advent of Christ, the visitation of the Magi, and most of the events up to the baptism of Christ by John the Baptist. Today it is mostly the Magi that is the focus.
In our culture an epiphany can also mean a moment when a
great realization or revelation breaks upon the consciousness. This is usually the result of our minds incubating ideas that are joined but we do not yet see the connection. I often wonder how many ideas break upon me and drift away in the flotsam and jetsam of my mind without my capturing the essence of them. I have taken to recording, emailing, and writing down ideas wherever I am when they cast themselves upon me.This results in me have a constant pool of ideas to develop, refine, and write about. Thinking about this brings me back to thinking about the Magi. They had a constant pool of thought on the stars and their courses. They knew history and the texts of other cultures. They put together that the stars were leading them to a conclusion. “We have seen his star in the East, and have come to worship him,” they said.
I hope that as I fill my mind with the things that matter and try to move away from the things that do not, that I see the advent of Christ in each day. I hope that I am ready to see him appear in each moment to me if I am looking for him. It is about being ready when Christ is ready. It is about realizing is that each moment can be a realization of revelation. Each moment can be an epiphany of Christ’s advent in our lives. We only need to be wise enough to keep seeking him to find him.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
25 December 2009
25 Thoughts on “A Christmas Carol” – December 25th
Happy Christmas Dear Reader'It's Christmas Day!' said Scrooge to himself. 'I haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.
So now we come to the turn of the tide. Mister Dickens gives us our transformed Scrooge merry and as school boy and seemingly mad as a hatter. The thing he gives us that is most prominent is that transformation to a loving giving heart can happen overnight.
We can choose to be kind to others for life by choosing to do so every moment. We cannot mend the world’s ills instantly. We cannot get rid of the work houses or make sure that no one feels like surplus population. It is not in our power to change the massive blight of need and want that rests upon the human spirit and mangles the human condition.
It is in our power to be sure that the want and need are driven back in the lives of those we touch. It is within our grasp to create a butterfly effect of compassion and kindness that sends out ripples of Christ’s love for his creation. If each of us simply determines that the spirits of Christmas past, present and future will strive within us daily we can make a difference. If do not forget the lessons of this tale we can become this instant someone who sees others as opportunities to show the love and grace of Christ.
I cannot mend all the world’s ills. I cannot comfort everyone who needs it. I can determine that I will go about with “Merry Christmas” on my lips even if I am to be boiled in my own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through my heart. I can transcend time by realizing that life is a continuous preparation for the next Advent of Christ and so be constantly preparing for the celebration of that event by living as Christ has asked me to. As we end our 25 days, I bid you my beloved readers a Merry Christmas. May Christ and the spirit of Christmas dwell in you richly.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
24 December 2009
25 Thoughts on “A Christmas Carol” – December 24th
Happy Christmas Dear Reader
'They are Man's,' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. 'And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. 'Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And abide the end!'
'Have they no refuge or resource?' cried Scrooge.
'Are there no prisons?' said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. 'Are there no workhouses?'
The bell struck twelve.
We near the end of our journey with Mister Dickens. One of my purposes in writing this has been to keep myself and you my beloved readers from ignorance for in that is truly doom. Those of us who claim to follow Christ can ill afford to passively slander his name by remaining ignorant of the needs in the world around us.
So much of the world clings to Christmas for the hope it brings no matter how little peace or joy they have. We can be a fulfillment of that hope and we can bring peace and joy to others if we will merely abandon our ignorance. We can be the hands and feet of Christ to alleviate the want in others lives. It is our privilege to be used by Christ in this way to lighten the burden of others and infuse into their lives a little cheer.
We cannot relegate the chore that Christ has given us to what my friend Jon calls “an unskilled apprentice.” There are prisons and work houses (read agencies and welfare programs). Were they ninety-nine percent effective it would not relieve me of my responsibility to follow Christ in caring for them all. I cannot look at my tax bill and feel that I have done my part. I leave you with the words of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra:
If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
'They are Man's,' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. 'And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. 'Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And abide the end!'
'Have they no refuge or resource?' cried Scrooge.
'Are there no prisons?' said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. 'Are there no workhouses?'The bell struck twelve.
We near the end of our journey with Mister Dickens. One of my purposes in writing this has been to keep myself and you my beloved readers from ignorance for in that is truly doom. Those of us who claim to follow Christ can ill afford to passively slander his name by remaining ignorant of the needs in the world around us.
So much of the world clings to Christmas for the hope it brings no matter how little peace or joy they have. We can be a fulfillment of that hope and we can bring peace and joy to others if we will merely abandon our ignorance. We can be the hands and feet of Christ to alleviate the want in others lives. It is our privilege to be used by Christ in this way to lighten the burden of others and infuse into their lives a little cheer.
We cannot relegate the chore that Christ has given us to what my friend Jon calls “an unskilled apprentice.” There are prisons and work houses (read agencies and welfare programs). Were they ninety-nine percent effective it would not relieve me of my responsibility to follow Christ in caring for them all. I cannot look at my tax bill and feel that I have done my part. I leave you with the words of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra:
If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
23 December 2009
25 Thoughts on “A Christmas Carol” – December 23rd
Happy Christmas Dear Reader
“ 'I was only going to say,' said Scrooge's nephew, 'that the consequence of his taking a dislike to us, and not making merry with us, is, as I think, that he loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no harm. I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts, either in his mouldy old office, or his dusty chambers. I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for I pity him. He may rail at Christmas till he dies, but he can't help thinking better of it-I defy him-if he finds me going there, in good temper, year after year, and saying Uncle Scrooge, how are you. If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds, [that’s] something; and I think I shook him yesterday.'”
What are the effective results of our kindnesses to others? We may never know. When I am good to a shop keeper or clerk that I never see again, I do not know what means of Providence may be served by my kindness, but rather I am content to offer it just because I am supposed to offer it. When we deal in the currency of grace, mercy, and kindness, we are guaranteed return with interest that we cannot measure.
Fred intends to offer kindness to his Uncle even if there is no visible return or profit for him. Fred is even willing to endure his Uncle’s displeasure for the sake of Bob Cratchit. Scrooge’s earlier comment to Fred about finding himself a year older but not an hour richer is measured in the wrong medium.
In light of this thinking, I try to go through my day with this spirit and try to carry it the year round. When I fail at this it is usually because I am mired in my own worries and have not looked up enough to see that I am rich in the things that matter and must share in that abundance lest I drown from the flood of plenty given me. I can count my true wealth in the impact I have on those with who I traffic daily. I intend to do all that I can so that perhaps over time many may benefit from my good humor.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
“ 'I was only going to say,' said Scrooge's nephew, 'that the consequence of his taking a dislike to us, and not making merry with us, is, as I think, that he loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no harm. I am sure he loses pleasanter companions than he can find in his own thoughts, either in his mouldy old office, or his dusty chambers. I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for I pity him. He may rail at Christmas till he dies, but he can't help thinking better of it-I defy him-if he finds me going there, in good temper, year after year, and saying Uncle Scrooge, how are you. If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds, [that’s] something; and I think I shook him yesterday.'”
What are the effective results of our kindnesses to others? We may never know. When I am good to a shop keeper or clerk that I never see again, I do not know what means of Providence may be served by my kindness, but rather I am content to offer it just because I am supposed to offer it. When we deal in the currency of grace, mercy, and kindness, we are guaranteed return with interest that we cannot measure.
Fred intends to offer kindness to his Uncle even if there is no visible return or profit for him. Fred is even willing to endure his Uncle’s displeasure for the sake of Bob Cratchit. Scrooge’s earlier comment to Fred about finding himself a year older but not an hour richer is measured in the wrong medium.
In light of this thinking, I try to go through my day with this spirit and try to carry it the year round. When I fail at this it is usually because I am mired in my own worries and have not looked up enough to see that I am rich in the things that matter and must share in that abundance lest I drown from the flood of plenty given me. I can count my true wealth in the impact I have on those with who I traffic daily. I intend to do all that I can so that perhaps over time many may benefit from my good humor.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
22 December 2009
25 Thoughts on “A Christmas Carol” – December 22nd
Happy Christmas Dear Reader
Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.
What a great quantity peace and joy can be found with this attitude of contentment. As one this family, in the midst of their relative poverty holds an attitude of gratitude for what they do have. While the wealthy miser watches the humble Cratchit family, he sees them neither complain nor wish for more than they had but rather sees them nobly adore the mother for her efforts.
It is clear that the pudding is too small. It is clear that all that they possess materially is meager. It is also clear that this family is so very rich in the things that matter. They love each other and are content to share time and good thoughts together. I have seen so many Christmas days where discontent and avarice have ruled the day. I have been guilty of it myself.
In these latter years my discontentment comes from to origins. The first and most important is the loss of time with those I love. When those I love are absent on Christmas Day, I feel it for weeks to come. The other ghost that haunts in this Christmas present is that of not being able to give all that I wish to give. It is not a matter of material wealth, though I would lavish far more upon my children and others if I could, but rather that my time has been greatly construed with weighty things this twelvemonth past and I have not attended to Christmas as is my custom.
The spirit is, however, with me and I have already begun to make amends for this. I only get 364 days to plan each year and this next year I will use them all. Remember to be thankful for what you have. Be aware of the moment in Christmas present and know that our hearts determine our joy, not the size of the pudding, the goose, or the gift.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.
What a great quantity peace and joy can be found with this attitude of contentment. As one this family, in the midst of their relative poverty holds an attitude of gratitude for what they do have. While the wealthy miser watches the humble Cratchit family, he sees them neither complain nor wish for more than they had but rather sees them nobly adore the mother for her efforts.
It is clear that the pudding is too small. It is clear that all that they possess materially is meager. It is also clear that this family is so very rich in the things that matter. They love each other and are content to share time and good thoughts together. I have seen so many Christmas days where discontent and avarice have ruled the day. I have been guilty of it myself.
In these latter years my discontentment comes from to origins. The first and most important is the loss of time with those I love. When those I love are absent on Christmas Day, I feel it for weeks to come. The other ghost that haunts in this Christmas present is that of not being able to give all that I wish to give. It is not a matter of material wealth, though I would lavish far more upon my children and others if I could, but rather that my time has been greatly construed with weighty things this twelvemonth past and I have not attended to Christmas as is my custom.
The spirit is, however, with me and I have already begun to make amends for this. I only get 364 days to plan each year and this next year I will use them all. Remember to be thankful for what you have. Be aware of the moment in Christmas present and know that our hearts determine our joy, not the size of the pudding, the goose, or the gift.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
21 December 2009
25 Thoughts on “A Christmas Carol” – December 21st
Happy Christmas Dear Reader
'And how did little Tim behave? asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.
'As good as gold,' said Bob, 'and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.'
How often it is so necessary for me to look outside my own world for ways in which my woes can benefit others. Want and lack are felt so keenly at Christmas time. I was bell ringing at a local store when a lady ran out of the store with bags of toys for which she had not paid. The alarms went off. The store manager gave chase. He did not catch her.
Upon his return I asked how that impacted him. He said that the parking lot cameras would yield her license plate number and the police would visit her. Imagine the desperation someone must feel to be willing to steal toys for children. We focus so much attention on what we do not have that we often lose sight of what we do have in abundance. A mom faces losing her freedom and her children over toys.
Mister Dickens wishes to remind us that no matter our situation, we can turn it into an opportunity for others to see Christ. We can see beyond our woes to the way in which those woes can benefit others. No matter the level of our plight, God is bigger and he is good. No matter the measure of our need, God’s supply is greater and that is what makes all the difference. I was thinking that it might be good for us to remember at this time of year who made us, loves us, redeems us, and provides for all our needs. We lack for nothing if we consider that Christ will provide for us no matter how grim things may seem. We need to recall that he is good no matter how bad the situation is. We must have with our want or need the attitude that God does bless us, every one.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
'And how did little Tim behave? asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.
'As good as gold,' said Bob, 'and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.'
How often it is so necessary for me to look outside my own world for ways in which my woes can benefit others. Want and lack are felt so keenly at Christmas time. I was bell ringing at a local store when a lady ran out of the store with bags of toys for which she had not paid. The alarms went off. The store manager gave chase. He did not catch her.
Upon his return I asked how that impacted him. He said that the parking lot cameras would yield her license plate number and the police would visit her. Imagine the desperation someone must feel to be willing to steal toys for children. We focus so much attention on what we do not have that we often lose sight of what we do have in abundance. A mom faces losing her freedom and her children over toys.
Mister Dickens wishes to remind us that no matter our situation, we can turn it into an opportunity for others to see Christ. We can see beyond our woes to the way in which those woes can benefit others. No matter the level of our plight, God is bigger and he is good. No matter the measure of our need, God’s supply is greater and that is what makes all the difference. I was thinking that it might be good for us to remember at this time of year who made us, loves us, redeems us, and provides for all our needs. We lack for nothing if we consider that Christ will provide for us no matter how grim things may seem. We need to recall that he is good no matter how bad the situation is. We must have with our want or need the attitude that God does bless us, every one.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of his treasure store."
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