Twice I've found myself in terrible situations in which, during brief lulls in the action, I sized things up. With a fairly objective mind I concluded, with no shadow of a doubt, that within a few minutes I would be dead and that there was absolutely nothing I could do to change that. (For reasons unknown to me, that realization changed my mood from terror to a profound peace) In both cases, those few minutes actually brought major surprises. I lived and walked away fairly healthy. Life doesn't always turn out as we expect. Never surrender.
Well, I have my dark days too. And it's good to have them, but not wallow in them if we can avoid it. Somehow, I always find the massive gym rope of life to pull myself out of them because I have some kids who need me to do the tiny things I can do, to try to fight back against all of this.
Little is said here that was not said in The Abolition of Man. However, the column accurately and poignantly sizes up the death spiral of modern society 80 years later. The column tells the truth.
I have to go now to do something that matters: walk my beloved little dog.
We lost but we aren't meant for this world anyway.
I don't know how we got here. We are all partly to blame.
It is not unusual or abnormal to despair when one sees the disarray, chaos, confusion and evil around us. It is at those times, it is useful to remember we are not alone. "the valley of death" can be read to be "depths of despair". Psalm 23 written by David who knew heartache and despair.
Yea, though I walk through the [depth of despair]
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. New King James Version
And though it seems the worst of times, as Charles Dickens noted in commenting on the downside of the Industrial Revolution, one would also realize there is an upside.
Charles Dickers Tale of Two Cities written in 1859 about events that happened 70 years before.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
“Forget the doubts and fears that are creeping into your heart.” Scripture? I don’t think so. Just my favorite fortune cookie platitude. Try reading Jeff Childers’ ‘Stack. He sees much to be hopeful about.
Remember the pieces you did, whatever you call that genre, like that one you wrote in Cory Haim's voice.
I suspect that those are tickets on the express train to going viral. They were made for the age of Twitter.
So many famous ridiculous characters out there begging to be parodied. The David Hoggs, Bud Light mascot for the politically naive, Never Trumpers for the more engaged. A truly target rich environment.
Twice I've found myself in terrible situations in which, during brief lulls in the action, I sized things up. With a fairly objective mind I concluded, with no shadow of a doubt, that within a few minutes I would be dead and that there was absolutely nothing I could do to change that. (For reasons unknown to me, that realization changed my mood from terror to a profound peace) In both cases, those few minutes actually brought major surprises. I lived and walked away fairly healthy. Life doesn't always turn out as we expect. Never surrender.
Well, I have my dark days too. And it's good to have them, but not wallow in them if we can avoid it. Somehow, I always find the massive gym rope of life to pull myself out of them because I have some kids who need me to do the tiny things I can do, to try to fight back against all of this.
Little is said here that was not said in The Abolition of Man. However, the column accurately and poignantly sizes up the death spiral of modern society 80 years later. The column tells the truth.
I have to go now to do something that matters: walk my beloved little dog.
We lost but we aren't meant for this world anyway.
I don't know how we got here. We are all partly to blame.
.
It is not unusual or abnormal to despair when one sees the disarray, chaos, confusion and evil around us. It is at those times, it is useful to remember we are not alone. "the valley of death" can be read to be "depths of despair". Psalm 23 written by David who knew heartache and despair.
Yea, though I walk through the [depth of despair]
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. New King James Version
And though it seems the worst of times, as Charles Dickens noted in commenting on the downside of the Industrial Revolution, one would also realize there is an upside.
Charles Dickers Tale of Two Cities written in 1859 about events that happened 70 years before.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Beautiful and sad.
“Forget the doubts and fears that are creeping into your heart.” Scripture? I don’t think so. Just my favorite fortune cookie platitude. Try reading Jeff Childers’ ‘Stack. He sees much to be hopeful about.
Remember the pieces you did, whatever you call that genre, like that one you wrote in Cory Haim's voice.
I suspect that those are tickets on the express train to going viral. They were made for the age of Twitter.
So many famous ridiculous characters out there begging to be parodied. The David Hoggs, Bud Light mascot for the politically naive, Never Trumpers for the more engaged. A truly target rich environment.
Courage Willow. There are unseen warriors, some who have not heard the call - but will. Then there are the silent ones who watch.
Courage.