I knew his eyes and they were kind
I knew his smile and it was glorious
I knew his voice, it was one of God’s deepest songs
and I will miss hearing it
I knew his strength and his embrace
and they were comforting
I knew his courage and it’s limitations
but accepted his humanity
I knew his laughter and it was a contagious roar
I knew his wounds, his scars, his tears and despair
and I was there when he asked me to comfort him
I knew his heart was for his children
and admired his unending devotion to them
I knew his passion for knowledge
and he shared it with me often
I knew his curiosities and imagination
and they fed his sense of humor
and I feel privileged to have been there
so often when they collided
I knew his weaknesses and his fears and insecurities
and loved him in spite of,
and because of them
I knew his love for his family and his friends
and it was tremendous
I knew that he knew me, the good and the bad
and still loved me
I knew his love for me and will cherish
every moment I had with him
I knew the man and he was Beautiful
and not time
not circumstance
not even death
will diminish his beauty…
that will always be with me
Phantom Pain
I have no idea how or in what order to put down these thoughts, I just know that they are flooding my brain and I need to get them out.
There is this phenomenon that I once read about called “phantom pain”. It is a type of pain that people who have had an amputation of a leg, arm, finger, etc are suffering from. It is called “phantom” because they feel the pain coming from that part of the body which is no longer connected to them. It is a pain that I never thought I would be able to understand.
Over the past year or so, I have come to realize that though we are physical beings made up of clusters of cell and DNA and nerve endings and all of those things that can be seen and touched; there is this part of us that only WE can feel. The part of us that makes who we are that has nothing to do with our skin, hair, eyes, or internal organs. It is a part of us that makes up who we are but we had no part of creating. It is the part of us that only God completely knows. It is made up of what he created before we were born and then additions are made to it by the lives we live and the decisions we make and the people we meet. Some call it our “spirit” or “soul” and quite frankly I do not think that those terms are sufficient to describe this. Those words seem too small to decscribe that part of us which is not physical but I will use them until I can find one that I believe will better fit
I later, watched a documentary on phantom pain…I found this topic fascinating. What I remember was there was no real pattern to it. The pain ranged from severe and constant to a dull ache that was not constant but presented itself years after the loss of the limb.
I have come up with this theory that this unseen part of us has appendages, just like that which is seen. Those appendages are created by the connections we make with the people in our life. We even take them for granted, just like we assume we will always have legs and will be able to walk, we don’t think about the loss of this “appendage” and the pain we will have with that loss.
I lost a very dear friend a few days ago and the next day I went to work, which was a mistake but I did not know that. What I remember most about my time at work was my friend Julie asking me what I was feeling. It was the most difficult time I have ever had trying to label a feeling. I came up with “sorrow” and “regret” but just like an amputee I was feeling a pain in a part of me that can not be seen. I wanted to say that my “heart” was hurting but physically that was not true.
My friend Tim, used to call me his appendage. It was a joke, but now I realize how appropriate that label was. We had a great friendship and a connection that I cherished and I miss him SOOO very much. This loss of my friend, this grief, I can not describe it but I would say the best description is “spiritual phantom pain” and I know that in time it will be less severe – but the wound right now is pretty fresh and it really hurts.
Jesus – the seeker
I went to a conference this past week and during one of many group trips a flip comment came out of my mouth. (Big surprise, I know) Something along the lines of “I believe that Jesus was a seeker.” (You definitely had to be there.) My fellow “groupie” Angela took that thought into consideration and was intrigued by it, but the conversation went no further. Well, the thought perplexed my brain for a while and then was gone until this evening. I was at a class at church and Rob Wegner was teaching and in the notes this verse was noted:
“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.” – Luke 19:10 (NIV)
Then it hit me. We (the church I belong to, along with several others) take the occasional bashing for being “seeker friendly”; well YEAH…
Think of this verse from one of the top songs of ALL TIME
“I once was lost but now am found…”
We are the lost, not the seekers.
How many times do you hear from survival experts that if you are LOST to just stay put, be still so that those searching for you can find you?
I recall having been annoyed by the term “I found Jesus” and thought “What, was he lost? Was he hiding behind a tree? Was he captured? Was there a hostage situation?”
When you read Luke 19:10, shouldn’t every church truly be “Seeker Friendly” after all?
Because he amuses me….
Miniature Earth
This puts things into perspective…
CANTON HOUSE (blatant advertising)
So, Breanna’s career at McDonalds has come to an end. She turned in her hat and much hated pants on Saturday.
Her new career is at The Canton House.
What is The Canton House? Only the best Chinese restaurant on this side of town! It is conveniently located at 25590 SR 2 (aka Western Avenue), South Bend, IN 46619 and you can call for carry out at 574-232-8182
Some of you are thinking “WOW, I did not know that they were open!”
Well, great news they are, they have new owners but the egg rolls are still homemade as is everything else (which according to Breanna means they can add things to your dish if you request it)
….and the new owners are EXTREMELY CLEAN…Breanna has to test the Ph level in her cleaning water…and she even has to clean window sills! (YAY! No BUGS!) Apparently they are planning on redecorating…the old tacky wallpaper needs to go. The owners are a nice young married couple, Andrew and Carol Lee…and kinda fun from the little interaction I have had with them. Breanna says that they use a squirt gun to take care of any “behavioral problems” with their staff. (She has not yet personally experienced the Chinese water torture first hand but she is amused by it)
If you go in while Breanna is working, she claims she will buy you a round of egg rolls (group limit of 6 people – she makes just over minimum wage and works part time, so it’s not like she is rolling in the dough, she is just trying to drum up business here)
SO, since the re-opening of the Canton House seems to be South Bend’s best kept secret, help me to spread the word (and keep Breanna at a job she seems to like)…TAKE YOUR CLAN TO THE CANTON HOUSE!
The Bridge
Heard this song by Elton John today…
And they built it high and they built it strong
Strong enough to hold the weight of time
Long enough to leave some of us behind
[chorus:]
And every one of us has to face that day
Do you cross the bridge or do you fade away
And every one of us that ever came to play
Has to cross the bridge or fade away
Standing on the bridge looking at the waves
Seen so many jump, never seen one saved
On a distant beach your song can die
On a bitter wind, on a cruel tide
[repeat chorus]
And the bridge it shines
Oh cold hard iron
Saying come and risk it all
Or die trying
[repeat chorus]
Darn it!
I tried to post one entry at a time from my vacation from the blogosphere but it would post it UNDER anything that I create from here on out…so to heck with it…I have posted them all…scroll down…enjoy (I have said all of this in my head with a tone of anger and sarcasm)
I’m baaaack…..
So, I noticed that I am a couple of days late…the pressure is back…good thing I created a couple of posts while I was on blog-cation.
Anyway, the question of the day:
Is it a sign of insanity when you ask the kids to remind you of the lyrics of the song that two years ago drove you crazy when they would break out singing it in the car?
Oddly enough they could not come up with all the words….anyone want to work around these lyrics to complete the worlds most ignorant song:
“…instead I bought….BUBBLEGUM! Bazooka zooka bubble gum! Bazooka zooka bubble gum!”
Stupid tune in my head…just thought I’d share, and now a post from my time off:
Fog
September 15, 2006
It has been foggy here in the mornings lately. I must say that the team in charge of landscaping our campus must have had fog in mind when they designed it. I would include pictures but they would not do it justice, so I will just borrow this one from Mark Waltz. I feel grateful that when I arrive at work and enter through the back entrance that there is such beautiful scenery to provide a moment of serenity and then God just adds that little special finishing touch by creating fog…it blocks out the empty space and lets you truly see the definition of certain objects, and plants, it forces you to focus on the bigger stuff and look at what is directly in front of you.

