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Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Beginnings 10






This time around I would like to broach on that lovely word Thanks, and what is possible to eventuate from it. I make it my target to offer some kind of welcome to those who touch my life with  kind word, or maybe some kind of action. To me that brings a closeness that could have so easily been missed. When we gain acceptance of each others way of thinking and being with a sense of truthfulness, we have arrived at a very special place.

Now, I am not trying to say everything will just fall into place at that precise moment, or eventuate at short notice, but we have set something in place that could have all sorts of connotations to bring a more human connection to a world so badly in need of it. And please don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

I have been going to the Post Office in Northcote for quite a number of years. Last week while I was running a few things over my my mind for my future blog, I thought why not get the names of the lady and gentleman behind the post office counter and put them on my blog. Every time I go into pay a bill, I am greeted with a big smile, and then asked how are you today Mr Robinson. I have put it across that my name is Terry, but I must let them be the judge of that. 

Anyway here is the lady’s name,  “May, and the gentleman's “Aaron. It’s so simple to offer recognition to those who touch your life in different ways. But unfortunately it’s not done often enough.

Since nothing in this life holds  any degree of permanency other than the Word of God, I find that I must be looking for all kinds of change to in some way fit the hunger of what seems to be my everlasting quest for my needs. And sometimes it takes years to fulfill a sense of satisfaction from them. But they need to be en captured with a high degree of understanding and politeness otherwise they lose their sense of rhythm. And I don’t mean that because I find through my experiences that this is the best way for you to go, but just something that might help you somewhere along the line.
Here is a little something I got out of a book that could be built around what what I’ve just said. 

A somewhat notorious kid named Joel came to see this very caring man more or less stating that he was pissed off with life, so he said to him,”Joel come here, and he took him to this convalescent home which he stated that everybody should go if you want to see your future.
He brought him inside and here were a lot of aged people lying around in beds in old cotton gowns staring at the ceiling. Senility doesn’t come from old age. It comes from not being loved and not feeling useful. As long as you are useful you’ll never be old! (I’m still working on that one?)
Anyway, they walked in, and he looked around, and he said, “What’ll I do here? I don’t know anything about gerontology. Then this man said “Good! You see that lady over there? You go over and say hello”

That’s all? That’s all.
She must have been sent by God. He went over and he said to her Uh, hello’ She” looked at him sort of suspiciously for a minute and said, “Are you a relative?” He said, “No, I’m not. She said, “Good! I hate my relatives! Sit down, son.
And he sat down and they started to talk. Oh my goodness, the things she told him! Like its been said when we ignore our sense of history, we’re doomed to repeat everything over again. This woman had known so many wondrous things about life, about love, about pain, about suffering. Even about approaching death, with which she had to make some kind of peace. But no one cared about listening! He started going once a week and pretty soon that day began to be known as “Joel’s Day. He would come and all the old people would gather.
You know what this wonderful woman did. She asked her daughter to bring her a lovely dressing gown. And there she was propped up in bed one day for Joel in a beautiful satin dressing gown with a very low neckline. She’d had her hair done again, which she hadn’t done for ages. Why have your  hair done if nobody sees you? The people in that home don’t look at you. 

Wonderful things began to happen on Joel’s day. Out walked Joel like a pied Piper, with about 30 little old people following him, hobbling to a football game.
What’s there to do is monumental. What you fail to do is also monumental.

There is so many different ways of offering a thank you or a helping hand to to those that encircle your life. I have been working on it in greater passing moments since I was almost sixty. And other than writing about my own life, I tend to use my blog to present wonderful words of encouragement of those I read about, and others who cross my path. 

If we can’t share our ideas the less the future holds for us. The more I can give to you, the more I have for myself. Life is nothing short of giving and taking. And of course I mean that in the sense that it is more blessed to give than to receive. We can look at things in all sorts of different ways, but to bend them just to suit ourselves becomes a very lukewarm occupation.

I will finish with one of my poems.

                  Condition Yourself
         If you condition yourself not to expect
          the whole truth from others, your path
            through life won’t be such a bumpy ride.
             You can’t protect the truth no matter how
               you may try to shape it because the truth
                was made for man, but unfortunately
                 not man for the truth.
Terry.

Sunday, 10 July 2016

New Beginnings 9





I found this article a few months ago and I thought I would spell it out for you to have a look at, and then I would make a number of comments as to how it affected my emotions about one who has very close feelings to what was written here. It’s headed “Heaven”

This gentleman wrote this letter to a Church Minister about his feelings of Heaven.
Next Sunday you are to talk about Heaven. I am very interested in that land, because I have held a clear title to a bit of property there for over 53 years. I did not buy it. It was given to me without money and without price. But the Donor purchased it for me at a tremendous Sacrifice. I am now holding it for speculation since the title is not transferable.
It is not a vacant lot. For more than half a century I have been sending materials out of which the Greatest Architect and Builder of the Universe has been building a home for me, which will never need to be re modelled, or repaired, because it will suit me perfectly, individually, and will never grow old. Dry rot or the borer can never undermine its foundations for they rest on the ‘Rock of Ages.
Fire cannot destroy it. Floods cannot wash it away. No lock or bolts will ever be placed on its doors for no evil person can ever enter that Land where my dwelling stands, now almost completed and ready for me to enter in and abide in peace eternally, without fear of being ejected.

There is a valley of deep shadow between the place where I live in Opawa and that to which I shall journey in a very short time. I cannot reach my home in the Heavenly city without passing through this dark valley of shadows. But I am not afraid because The Best Friend I ever had went through the same valley long, long ago and drove away all its gloom.
This Friend has stuck by me through thick and thin, since we first became acquainted 53 years ago, and I hold His Promise in printed form, never to forsake me or leave me alone.
And it finishes with quotes from the Gospel.

I love what this lovely person has to say, especially when he refers to the one he loves and trusts as his Friend.

I myself give a clear title to whom this gentleman refers to as his Friend with no misunderstanding of of what he has written. The only difference being I call I his Friend, Christ Himself.
For me there is no greater Name because it foretold so many stars ago. And it has never been so sacred to me now as it was in days gone past. To try and give it to you in greater detail, would take me forever, so I will just leave it at that other than throw a few things that might jell on the subject.
First of all it has nothing to do with the word Religion. I respect everyone's rights to their beliefs, but I also hope to be respected for mine.
As a boy and into my teens I consciously or unconsciously had a fear for many of those connected with the faith I was dragged up in. It seemed to me to be neither one thing or the other. It tried to give values with one hand, and take them away with the other. Just if you feel inclined read my book, “A Walk With An Irishman. There if you are open to it you will find that a certain natural sense of wisdom comes to those who purse the gifts they already have. When something else for various reasons tries to dampen God given deeper emotions vulgarity beckons to you with its own terms. How could it be otherwise?

For many years I battled with the comings and goings of faith that tested my very soul. Then at the age of sixty, the ever testing fog started to lift, and slowly from then on God opened my heart in so many different directions to His Truth, that eventually made life more of an understanding desire than a bundle of confusion.

I really like what Georg Simmel adds with his philosophy to somewhere around what I am on about.
Nothing more can be attempted than to establish the beginning and the direction of an infinitely long road. The pretension of any systematic and definitive completeness would be, at least, a self-illusion. Perfection can here be obtained by the individual student only in the subjective sense that he communicates everything he has been able to see.   

As, I see it we are all students on a long or short journey. We may graduate to certain levels, but we can never capture the all over facts of what life is all about. Only God holds the title to that.
As boy into my growing years I was in a sense brainwashed into going into a confession box to have someone take away something only God could do for me.
I won’t put forward any suggestions of what that could do for me other than what it couldn’t do for me. I will leave the logic of that for those of you to work out for yourself as I am not trying to attack those who were trying to survive as best they could the set of cards that had been handed down to them to play. All I am asking you to have a deeper look at is your inner sense of being that God planted in you. It is so easy to point the finger of blame on someone else until such time as it comes back and takes a crack at you.
To try and determine where the light is within you right now is something of an uniqueness because you can share it with others if it trustworthy. If it feels good to you with no conditional strings attached it always holds promise.

I will finish with a quote from Lao Tzu’s The Way. And I really love this.

Existence is beyond the power of words to define. Terms may be used but none of them are absolute. In the beginning of Heaven and earth there were no words. Words come out of the womb of matter. And whether a man dispassionately sees to the core of life or passionately sees the surface, the core and the surface are the same, words making them seem different only to express appearance. If a name be needed, let the name be wonder, and then from wonder to wonder, existence opens.

I really like that phrase’ “If a name be wonder to wonder, existence opens.  Those closing words to me bring bring an intensity that leads an eminence of gentle understanding that truth must never be abandoned for the sake of security. The faithful person not only remains faithful to his ideals, but supports those who think likewise.
Terry.