Free Fall

Imagine you are in a small plane, flying at 10,000 feet above South Placer County.  It is a clear autumn morning, the sun is up but only producing a brisk 58 degrees; there is a moment of white on the Sierra Nevada Mountains, signaling the first of many snow storms had arrived last night.  Dressed in jeans, tennis shoes and a tee shirt (if you are a girl, the outfit matches; if a guy, then you don’t care), you can feel the cold outside the plane, which is ten degrees lower than on the valley floor.  You slide open the passenger door of the four passenger Piper; the wind instantly tears through the interior creating a tornado like effect with the few papers on the dash.  The velocity of the chilled air striking your bear arms makes you believe you now know what it must feel like to be lost in a blizzard – in a bathing suit.  (You were always one for drama!).  Unbuckling your seat belt, you send a nod to the pilot, place both feet on the door threshold, and jump.  In less than a second, the plane is a distant memory.

As Newton predicted, you fall towards the earth accelerating at 32 feet per second.  Depending upon your weight, and position while dropping, you will reach terminal velocity in 7-10 seconds.  This is the point where your descent speed can no longer increase, but remains constant at about 125 miles per hour due to the friction of the surrounding air.  Kind of a good news / bad news story: you’re not falling any faster, but you are falling real fast. It will take another minute to find the ground, but a lot can happen in a minute.

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The View From My Car Window

I spent much of this week in Canada, near Toronto.  It is an absolutely beautiful area: rolling green hills, with strands of purple and yellow wildflowers winding between the small lakes and tall trees.  Autumn is gently taking stride; the trees wore bright yellow leaves, and every so often a deep red would highlight the season.  Rounded stone walls surrounded the pitched steeples of old, yet still vibrant churches at many of the four way stop signs as we drove through the countryside.  The square stone construction and arched stain glass windows of the churches reminded me of a time when days were filled with hard work on the family farm, and the nights with a fire, blanket, and a good book to end the day.  Nostalgic memories of what were, or of what I envisioned it to be, filled my mind; and I freely let it pour in, drenching my subconscious with thoughts of all that was good, and filtering out anything that wasn’t.

Our car sped down the two lane Canadian road in metric time; the signs telling me in kilometers how much further until we reached the reality of the city, where grey concrete obscured the yellow of the trees, and red was the color of the light at intersections.   The transition from the tranquility of the country, to the attempted beauty of the city was slow, like a small leak deflating a bicycle tire. Make no mistake, Toronto is an amazing city, with more to offer than most, but it cannot compare to the land that surrounds it.

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Who?

We were talking at my Bible study last Wednesday about how God will come to us no matter where we are at.  We can be in a time where life is good; there is peace at home, the job is good; or maybe in a place when life isn’t so peaceful.  Maybe there isn’t a job, or it’s not the one you want.  Maybe the peace at home isn’t real, and the underlying stress is chewing through your insides.  Maybe some days are really good and some are just OK.  One thing is certain, everyone is going through something that is stressful, or if they aren’t, then someone they love is.  Our belief is that God is standing right next to every one of us, all of the time, helping to make the day better even if we don’t ask for help.  He doesn’t solve all of our problems, He makes it easier for us to solve them ourselves, and so we exit the troubled times in better shape.  At the Bible study, we talked mostly about the where and when of our interactions with God.  Today, I want to explore the who in our relationship with God.

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Perspective

 

Saturday is a great day for a family barbeque.  Saturday is also my day for outside chores: mowing lawns, trimming and pruning the plants, cleaning the garage, and I get great satisfaction in seeing the fruits of my labor when I am done working.  Manning the family barbeque on a Saturday afternoon gives me the chance to view my back yard kingdom at its finest moment of the week, and to reflect on how lucky I am.

 

It was the time during the dinner preparation when I was alone by my BBQ; the family was inside putting the finishing touches on the on the table setting and side dishes, and the meat needed a couple more minutes on the grill.  I was inwardly and outwardly smiling while I surveyed the yard.  The pool was clean; from my vantage point the water appeared a deep turquoise blue, the waterfall and spa, surrounded by palm trees, bird of paradise, and lilacs look like a scene from a Hawaiian post card.  To my right are more palm trees and ferns, overgrowing the ceramic pots they live in, nestled under the branches of an apple tree.  The green lawn is a living contrast to the pebbled concrete separating it from the pool.  I like my yard; I am at peace here.  

 

The importance of the beauty overwhelms the reality of the flaw.

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People Watching

I am still sitting in terminal 1 in the C concourse at Chicago O’Hare airport on the 14th hour of delay, waiting for a flight home.  The monitor, which I no longer believe, says that I still have two more hours to wait. So, I do what everyone does under these circumstances; I slouch in my uncomfortable faux leather chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs to maintain circulation, and watch people walk by. 

There is a lot of talk about diversity, how everybody is different and the difference is good for everyone.  Well, in this airport I have found the grand slam of diversity.  I have seen every shape, size and color of person meander by my perch in just the last 30 minutes. I have a great location to watch and write about the world, and I don’t think I can even type fast enough to capture all that I see.  My plan is simple; I will smile at random people walking past, not too obvious-just a pleasant hello kind of smile, and note their reaction.  Here we go:

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A Man Of Faith

My trip to Detroit started poorly.  Of course, when your alarm goes off at 4:00 am on a Monday, after hosting a BBQ on Sunday, a poor start is almost guaranteed.  I woke to the alarm with my usual enthusiasm and slowly moved downstairs, holding onto both handrails as I crept in the darkness towards the coffee pot. The creation of a timer on a coffee pot is a most beautiful invention, expediting my first gulp. The flight did not leave until 6:00 am so I should of had plenty of time to shower, complete packing, verify the blog posted correctly, and drive to the airport arriving early enough to locate parking amidst the construction so I could check in 30 minutes prior to departure.  Right – all that should have been no problem.  I checked in at 5:35 am, five minutes later than required.  I was told, by a stern and completely unpleasant lady that I was too late and the flight was closed – I needed to book another flight.  The funny thing was that she went through the process of re-ticketing me, printing documents, and I made it through security with my bag and computer before the flight left.  I stood at the gate, bag in hand, and watch the plane leave that I was supposedly too late to get on!  However, the delay was only two hours, and I did not have any business that day, so I did not get too upset.

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No Free Lunch

There is an old saying that there is no free lunch; which implies that when you have lunch with a friend and they pay the bill, somehow that lunch was not free.  On a micro view, the lunch was free to the person not paying, on a larger perspective, the friend paid for two people.  So instead, maybe the saying should be, “Someone always pays for lunch.” There is an important distinction between not paying for something, and that something being free.  Everything we use or enjoy has been paid for by someone or some entity.  The beautiful flowers and trees that line the streets of my home town are free for everyone to enjoy, residents and visitors, but the city taxes we pay allow that beauty to continue.  I’ve downloaded free apps on my cell phone, but are they really free?  Someone worked hard to write them, and more important, I use my time during the day to use (play) these free apps, taking time away from family and work.  Time is valuable and finite, so anything that occupies our time should be more important than the time lost doing it.

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Prayer

 

In the world of the believer, prayer is as fundamental as a net to a trapeze artist; believers don’t go anywhere without prayer.  Life is too risky a proposition to chance a moment, day or lifetime without the support of prayer.  Is praying to God a crutch, an eternal aid to believers that gets them through the day; something that we just cannot live without, a part of our existence that is necessary for our lives to mean anything?

Absolutely!

So if prayer is so important to our existence, why don’t we do it more often?  Maybe it is because we are not yet convinced that prayer works…every time …..all the time. Maybe we think that, like insurance, God is here for the really big stuff, but he can’t be bothered for the little things, so we don’t submit the small claims to God, only the big ones.   If we think like that, we could not be more wrong.  Our god is the God of everything, big and small He cares about it all.   This is why I know He cares about everything (other than reading the Bible where I am told He knows the number of hairs on my head).

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The Best Team

My humble apologies to Bud Abbott and Lou Costello, who made this scene unforgettable.  Once the idea for this story found its way into my head, I could not let it go………..

 

Two seemingly intelligent men enter the infield of a baseball field; one is the coach of the team that will play later that day, and the other a reporter for a local newspaper. Neither person graduated at the top of their class.  Sitting in chairs with the pitcher’s mound as a backdrop, the reporter begins his pregame interview with the coach.

“Great day for a baseball game,” stated the reporter.

“Every day is a great day for a baseball game,” corrected the coach.

“Yes it is.  So coach, tell me about your team.  How do you think they will do today?”

“They will win, I guarantee it,” boldly pronounced the coach.

“That’s quite a forecast coach.  Why are you so confident?”

“Because mine is the best team.”  No brag, just fact.

“OK tell me about your pitcher, what’s his name?”

“His name is God.”

“God. No last name?  Is he like one of those rock stars or something?”  The reporter already had an uneasy feeling about this interview.  “Has he got a good fast ball?  A good curve ball?”

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Consistency: The Formation of a Habit

God's love is a ConstantI have always been a big fan of constants; my viewpoint must have evolved during the many hours of math class I have taken since high school. In any math equation there can be three potential parts: a number, variable or constant. A variable is something that varies (math names are pretty easy to follow); for instance, the time that the sun rises is different every day. It varies. The price of gasoline varies with respect to where it is purchased, and when.

A number should be considered a constant; the number nine is always equal to nine. (Duh) Other well-known constants in math are the speed of light (as in E=mc²), 186, 282 miles per second, or the fact that there are always 360° in a circle. There are never 359° in a circle; it won’t happen because it is a constant.

I am trying to make the release of my blog a constant every Monday morning, but there have only been twelve occurrences, so we cannot call it a constant yet. Of course, that begs the question: How many times does an occurrence have to be exactly repeated to be considered a constant? My guess would be that something would have to repeat in exactly the same way an infinite number of times to be known as a constant. It could never vary.

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