October 2017 – In Love with Life

photo of looking up through branches full of red leaves at the sky

As I move forward in my relationship with God, I find myself more in love with life. I don’t mean daily living; I mean human life, animal life, and plant life – the actual state of being alive. For a short while this morning, I found myself staring lovingly at a little plant my brother had planted and dreaming of planting something myself just to watch it grow. It wouldn’t need to be a fruit tree or a vegetable producer or even flower. It would need merely to be alive.
Green is my favorite color. It is the color of life. I have read that most color that enters the human eye is interpreted as green. Perhaps God wanted us to see it more than any of the other colors. The place I live is brown and tan, sadly, so it always has a feeling of being dead. Even where there are patches of green grass, it is never rich and lush, but it is hardy. Yet even the brown grass and wheat are alive. God has blessed both of them, and somehow in the incredible heat of the summers here, they flourish for the blessing of other creatures. The brown grass looks prettiest in the fall when there are changing leaves. In this way, all of the world dies together and is baptized in the waters of the snow. And every year, it is reborn to new life even though – like humans – many trees retain the same body they grew in the years prior.
How beautiful it is that this cycle repeats year after year as a reminder that new growth always follows the coldest parts of our lives.
There is a young tree on the west side of the place I live. It needs protection from the wildlife that wants to scrap it. So far, it has managed to survive a couple of winters here and continues to grow. Such young sprouts, in contrast to their larger, more mature counterparts, invite me to think of trees as the hair of the earth. When the earth is alive and well, it grows hair and its hair grows.
As I look outside my window, I can’t help but smile at the bushy leaves on the ends of branches. When old age comes and the earth goes grey, I’ll be out with a rake, sweeping up the earth’s dandruff and thinking what a gift God has given us of life and season. And that will bring a smile to my face once again.

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The Best Ideas Come Later

Life is kind of funny. If you stick around, sometimes you get to see it’s little bonuses. I recall staying late at a fireworks show once and seeing the grand finale, followed alittle later by some extras. Movies are supposed to have a climax at least three-quarters of the way in if not later. Dessert comes after dinner. On that note, the same can be said with ideas.

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global issues, psychology

Privacy as a Personal Requirement

In a previous post, I spoke about the nature of the term “right” and why it isn’t the appropriate word for conveying our freedoms and responsibilities we innately believe others should respect. In this post, I continue with that in mind, arguing in favor of privacy but without following the misguided cultural trend of using the word “right”. I begin by listing three types of reasons for privacy, one per section, and conclude with an argument based on my aforementioned article.

Table of Contents

  1. The Religious Reason – Privacy Stemming from Being a Gift
  2. The Social Reason – Society and Privacy
  3. The Personality Reason – Psychological Requirement
  4. The Right, or Loving, Response – Endowing Privacy

Each section is rather short and should serve to stimulate ideas rather than be a comprehensive proof of the need for privacy.

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art, psychology, religion and spiritualism

On Viewing People

As a young child growing up, the world is new, and that’s probably the closest most people will ever be to seeing things how they truly are in an objective – as opposed to subjective – sense. That is not to say they will not view things in a subjective sense, only that this is as close as they will be to both the objective perspective and to the unbiased perspective. I refer specifically to the earliest of ages, before one has enough experience to have an opinion.

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A Sign Carved in the Grave

This morning I happened to notice a bag for holding candy. On it, created with a gel pen, was the image of a scary jack-o-lantern seated on top of a gravestone with the letters “R.I.P.” – the usual acronym that has, for many years, always put a small chill in me. But in recent years, my fear has changed into more of a reflection. I’ll get to why this is in abit, but first, let’s consider this candy bag. I’m sure many people would think of the irony that scary things are now associated with candy and events to tease little kids. After all, shady activity happens around the year, so why should Halloween be special?

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Poverty Is Not Such a Bad Thing

When people think of the word “poverty”, it usually has negative connotations. You might think of starving children in Africa or the slums of Calcutta. The idea that people have in mind is that one has less than one needs. But even more important, a person has less than he or she wants. When we relabel the word as “simplistic life” or “minimalism”, it is viewed in a more positive light because it is a choice. And yet, there is something very akin to this minimalism while still being entirely within the realm of poverty; it’s what the religious call “holy poverty”. But before I get into what that means for the religious, let me first address what it simply means to humans in general.

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