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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

"Do you realize life while you live it?"

Thornton Wilder, in his play Our Town, tells the story of life as it is lived out in the mundane and amid the relationships of daily living. The details are specific but the lesson is like a mirror held out to all of us. We see the daily routine in all its monotony-the milk arrives, breakfast is eaten, working people go to their jobs, housewives tidy their homes, handymen work in the yards-each day reflecting the previous one. In the story the turning point came when Emily Gibbs died giving birth to her baby and the routine was suddenly broken.

But from the realm of the dead, Emily is given a chance to return to earth for a day of her choice as it was actually lived out, so she could enjoy it once again, this time through nostalgic eyes. She watches the harried activity and preparation that was going on in celebration of her twelfth birthday. As expected, on an occasion such as that the household is preoccupied with presents and food and chatter. The party buzzes with activity.

But from the sidelines Emily notices the complete loss of any personal attention that would make her day and life meaningful. The attention of everyone is on the occasion, not on the person and the relationships. She is appalled at such neglect. From the unseen, she pleads, "Just for a moment we’re happy. Let’s look at one another." But her plaintive cry is unheeded. They could not hear her because they are trapped by the superficial. The party must go on and the moments dissipate into activity. As she bids her final farewell, she cries, "Oh, Earth, you’re too wonderful for anyone to realize you!"

Then she turns to the stage manager, who has taken an active part in the play, and asks, "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it-every, every moment?"

The answer comes, "No. The saints and poets, maybe-they do some."

"Do any realize life while they live it?"

Really, I want you to take a moment and ponder this question.  
Why is it that at the end of people's lives they all wish they had smiled more, worked less, and spent more quality time with those they loved the most? We wanted more engaging conversations, a lot less arguing and fighting over the trivial, and so many more hugs. 

We tend to buzz right through life, from one calendar appointment to the next -all the while missing the remarkable moments that fill our lives. If this article strikes a cord with you I will ask that you take it; post it in a place where you can see it every day.  

Because we all need reminders to, "realize life while we live it."  


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

I just need a minute to tell you something important.

You need to do something with your life.
If you are in a rut, get out.
Dig yourself out. 
Go ahead, get sweaty.
And don't look for a shoulder to cry on. At least not right now.
You just need to go to the garage, get a shovel and start breaking up some ground.

Now that you are actively engaged and are done with the excuses you can ask for help.
Be selective. 
Because the reason you are standing where you are right now could be because of the people you have been surrounding yourself with.
Remember, "Bad company corrupts good morals."

Fantastic! 
You are out of the rut.
Now you need a plan.
I'll give you a head start.
Remember those friends? The ones you had before that helped you get into that hole in the first place?
Ditch them completely.  Have a last hurrah with them; let them know about your new direction in life and wish them the best.  Now delete them from your cell phone, block their number and go about your day.
Next, start going to places where like-mind people gather.  The kind of people that have a positive outlook on life, live with a smile, find enjoyment in their work and family.  Look for people that have purpose.
Good, now start filling your mind with inspiring stuff.  The kind of information that takes your mind and shakes it up.  You need a new perspective on life and nothing -and I mean nothing- will give you a new one more than the people you spend your time with and the things you fill your brain with. 

Pray
For those that think that this should have been first, it actually is. This is just a reminder that you should be praying through this whole process.  The beginning. The middle. The end. 

I know you are scared. You are human. This is a daunting task and there are a lot of unknowns. Plato said, "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light."  
My advice is do not be scared of the light.
Run to it. 
You never get lost when you run to The Light.

Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, 
"I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won't have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life."


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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Part Two: The one eyed-mother.

She wrote
My son, I think my life has been long enough now.
And I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you…

I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye, so I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me. I miss you so much.


-I love you. You mean the world to me-

Monday, July 13, 2015

The embarrassing one-eyed mother.

My mom only had one eye. 


I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.

I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.


Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.


And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.



Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.


She wrote ... 


Part two coming soon! 

Friday, July 3, 2015

One day I asked God ...

One day, I decided to ask God for everything I wanted...



I asked for strength,
And God gave me difficulties to make me strong;

I asked for wisdom,
And God gave me problems to learn to solve;

I asked for prosperity,
And God gave me brain and brawn to work;

I asked for courage,
And God gave me dangers to overcome;

I asked for love,
And God gave me people to help;

I asked for favors,
And God gave me opportunities.


I received nothing I wanted; 
I received everything I needed.

-Galatians 6:9 
"And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, 
if we do not give up."