Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Empty Middle...

Opening up the middle (clearing the lane) is a good thing for the offensive team to do in the game of basketball. It allows for a play to be run down the center of the lane where, usually, the higher-percentage shot can be taken...and just maybe, the player attempting that shot will also be fouled by a defensive player scurrying to cover the offensive player taking advantage of that wide-open middle.

But, son-of-a-gun, I don't think opening up the middle is a good thing in American politics.


The recent retirement announcments by Olympia Snow (R) and Ben Nelson (D) mean that two people who are moderates in their respective parties will no longer be there...in the middle.
The recent gridlock in our nation's congress...in my book, a result of electing too many extemists...is very, very frustrating. And, while its been brought to a head for the reason I just listed, it has been building for some years.
We have been allowing...even cheering...political dodgeball for too long: wherein the winners "take-out" the opposition instead of winning them over.
Civility is not now considered a virtue for a congress-person. Rather, defending a staked-out position, is the default position of a growing number of candidates and voters.
I wish more people who serve us in political office were filling that middle-space where civility and compromise were valued.
Folks lined up on either side of the aisle shouting at each other might make for good evening news theatre, but it does little or nothing to move us forward.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Dang! Missed the Boat Again...

I am not sure how many times I have missed the boat. (I have actually been in...or is it "on"...boats a very few times: Probably a dozen or less times in a row boat; maybe a bit more than that in a canoe [a canoe is a boat, right...I mean, not its own class of watercraft or something]; once on a cruise ship; once on a friend's sail boat; and once, for not a very long period of time before it sank, on a boat that my friend, Harold, and I built one summer in Lydick...at Chain-O-Lakes Conservation Club.)
And I remember one time in a row boat, with friend John Wolff, at Camp Woodlake Boy Scout Camp, when we were (in an attempt to earn our boating merit badges) told to take the boat out to the middle of the lake, capsize it...which is a fancy, and sterile, way of saying "turn-over, on-purpose, a perfectly good row boat!"...and swim back to shore. It wasn't bad, really. The boat stayed afloat because it had air-bladders at either end of the thing, and the lake water was warm and calm for swimming.
However! However, there were big ol' blood-sucking leeches in that lake! And when John and I emerged on shore we had several of them attached firmly to our bodies! Do you know the way that leeches are most often removed from an unwanted host? Yeah, well, that's a whole other, mature-rated, blog-posting.

That's not what I wanted to write about today. I have missed the boat, again!


I missed the boat when they were passing out superior athletic ability.
I received two left feet when they were passing out dancing shoes.
I didn't get a hula-hoop until the fad was at least several months old.
I never bought a pet-rock.
I've purchased Chia-Pets as gag gifts for my son, but I never owned one myself.
All the new-to-the-market, really great golf clubs I own I purchased after seeing that my buddies were doing well using them.

And now...now I am red-faced in admitting that once again I have missed the boat: In attempting to be of help in "jumping" a dead car battery today, I tried to find the battery in the host car, but failed. The owner of this new vehicle did not know where the battery was either (I could not find it under the hood...where it belongs!). On-line I discovered that the battery of a Buick Enclave is located in a compartment under the carpet, behind the driver's seat. I thought I was back working on my 1969 VW Beetle! Why? Why GM, would you do that...to me!?!
The boat always sails without me!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Natural Rhythm of Things

Its all good when things are going along exactly like they are supposed to, isn't it? Yup, it is. And we notice how good it all is when things are going along exactly like they are supposed to, because it happens so seldom.
Not much goes as planned. Everyday we get to "go to plan B" because plan A didn't work out.
The natural rhythm of things is hardly ever as natural as we would like it to be. Day follows night. Summer follows spring. Death follows life. And there are a few other natural rhythms we could list...but that's only because they stick out from all the other not-so-natural rhythms.


But yesterday the annual reporting of pitchers and catchers to major league spring training camps took place in Arizona and Florida. Within a few days all players will report to their respective team camps. Ah, the natural rhythm of "The Boys of Summer!"
There is something about the return of baseball every spring that makes me feel like the world is on a positive spin...that things will work out the way they are supposed to work out...that at least in this one little corner of the world (the corner that baseball is in), all is good.

The natural rhythm of things becomes real every time I hear the ump call out "Play Ball!" Its all good. The Yankees should have a good year this time around.
But then there are the Chicago Cubs...

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A Bad Thing Happened in Church One Day...

We are now at the mid-way point of Black History month 2012. One of my disciplines during February of every year is to read Bishop Woodie W. White's "Letter to Martin."
Actually my February reading of Bishop White's annual "Letter" is a re-read. I read it as soon as it comes out...Bishop White writes the letter each year to celebrate Dr. King's birthday (January 15th).
This year's letter recounts a very difficult encounter in a church worship service...a worship service in which the Sacrament of Communion is being served.

I have appreciated the leadership and friendship of the Bishop both in his years of leading the South and North Indiana Conferences of the United Methodist Church, and in his years of active retirement. I have received permission to use the 2012 letter in this blog-post.
I offer it as a way of clebrating some of what is important for all of us during Black History month.


Dear Martin:
I reflect on race in America on this sunny, wintry day. I do so as the nation prepares to remember your birth date and what you did in your short life to change a nation and influence the world. We now know even better what a remarkable contribution you made and the legacy you left us.
I am especially mindful today of a recent experience shared with me by an African-American friend. Invited to participate in worship — that included an observance of the Sacrament of Holy Communion at a nearby predominantly white congregation — my friend had gladly responded.
It was when he helped distribute the bread and juice that one couple caused the solemnity of the occasion to turn a bit sour. They refused to take the elements from black hands! It was an awkward moment, but my friend moved on to more welcoming hands and faces.
Obviously, the biased couple did not take seriously the words uttered by the pastor only moments earlier: “Ye that do truly and earnestly repent of your sins, and are in love and charity with your neighbors, and intend to lead a new life, following the commandments of God, and walking from henceforth in his holy ways: Draw near with faith, and take this holy Sacrament to your comfort, and make your humble confession to almighty God.”
My friend and I put the incident in perspective. It was one couple out of hundreds! Those two individuals should not characterize either white people or the congregation. Yet the sting of racial prejudice, whether coming from hundreds or from a single individual, is a sting nonetheless.
Perhaps that is the difficulty of navigating race in America as an identified racial minority — that is, the unpredictability of encountering racism in day-to-day living. One must always be prepared. It can manifest itself in so many different places and in so many different forms. In a classroom or office, at a department store counter, in a committee meeting or in a casual conversation, even at the Table of the Lord. One simply never knows.
Martin, in 1944 the discussion of race in America was characterized by the famed Swedish social scientist Gunnar Myrdal in his study titled "An American Dilemma." He described the race problem in America as the contradiction between segregation and discrimination on the one hand, and on the other, the American ideal of freedom, equality and justice for all. In 2012, I wonder if race might better be described as America’s stubborn virus.
Many years ago, I likened racism to Johnson grass, that tough, elusive type of grass that seems to defy destruction. When it appears to be eradicated, it shows up elsewhere. It can even grow through tiny cracks in cement! One thinks it’s gone and then discovers it was only dormant.
That may have been the mistake of those who claimed we were in a “post-racial” era following the election of the first African-American as president of the United States.
Martin, you would undoubtedly be overwhelmed with the progress made in America in the past 40 years. Only those who did not know the pre-Civil Rights America could or would claim the country has not changed. But Martin, it has not changed enough!
I continue to marvel at the general silence about race and the American presidency. While recent studies still conclude that white and black Americans view race differently, I can think of no place where that is more glaringly true than in the assessment of the current presidential administration. Black Americans view the president as having been disrespected, unduly criticized, his accomplishments dismissed and minimized. However, when media pundits make the same observation, they simply ask with wonderment, “Why?” None or few point to an underlying race factor.
When the United States lost its bid to host the 2016 Summer Olympics, some Americans actually cheered because our president had supported the nation’s bid! For many black Americans, we are convinced there are those who would rather see the country fail than see the first African-American as president succeed. Martin, in the psyche of many Americans, race trumps all else — patriotism and even theology!
One must be quick, very quick, Martin, to note that even those who would return America to a pre-Civil Rights era are bound to failure. Attempts to politicize race in the 21st century — as it was in the 20th century — will not succeed. Even laws enacted by some state legislatures that are interpreted as measures to “suppress” the vote of black and brown Americans and otherwise disenfranchise these voters will not stand. America and Americans have changed too much for that to happen, however much it may appear otherwise.
Besides, Martin, you reminded us that racial justice and equality, in the final analysis, are not merely political issues but moral ones! We are not simply working for an America that is fair, but a nation that is morally and ethically just. Racial or religious bigotry has no place in such a nation or society. We are a family not just of nations but the family of God. God’s children, all.
Martin, let me close with the words of our beloved colleague, the Rev. Joe Lowery, who recently celebrated his 90th birthday, and is still protesting, and championing the cause of justice, even on a cane! In his book, "Singing the Lord’s Song in a Strange Land," Dr. Lowery reminds us all:
“. . . We must not let anybody quench our spirits, nor dim our lights, nor mute our trumpets, nor silence our voices! We must not let them work harder, love more dearly, vote more faithfully! We must not let them turn back the clock. We have marched too long, prayed too hard, bled too profusely, and died too young to let anybody turn back the clock on our journey to justice!”
Happy Birthday, Martin! We Shall Overcome!
Woodie

Thank You, Bishop White, for your annual "Letter." I will, as always look forward to next January's edition. I will, as always, and as I was again in this 2012 letter, be reminded of the progress we have made...and the progress we have yet to make...in the area of beoming one, even as our Creator intended us so to be.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Pink Car-nation

I remember an old and really bad joke from way back when:
-Do you know what it would be if everyone drove a pink car?
-No, what?
-A Pink car-nation.

Yeah, no...it wasn't very funny then and its not very funny now. But it does highlight an obvious and important fact: If we all drove the same car; if we all liked the same music; if we all ate the same food; if we all held to the same philosophy, or practiced the same religion...it would be a pretty boring and not-so-fun world.


I also remember an old saw from my days as a philosophy student at Indiana Central College: "If everything is different, even if it is the same, it is different. If everything is the same, even if it is different, it is the same."
You are you. I am me. We are the same in many ways. But we are not the same in many other ways. If we both drove the same car, it would not make us the same. And if you and I were the only two people in this country, and if we both drove pink cars, it would not be a pink car-nation; it would be a nation composed of two people driving pink cars...there is a difference.
Diversity. Its a good thing. Its a fun thing. And, really, truth-be-told, its the only thing about us that makes us the same.
You get my meaning, right?
(BTW: My Honda is red, not pink!)

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Awake! (And I Don't Wanna Be!)

Its 3:00 a.m. I should be...I need to be...asleep! But I am not.
W. C. Fields said, “The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.”
What a funny man, old W.C. was, huh?

Now, for the record, most of the time..on by-far-and-away most nights...I sleep just fine, thank you very much. But tonight is different than most nights. I have contemplated what might be the reason for my inability to sleep tonight but have come up with nothing. It was a rather hectic day, but not an especially stressful one. The evening was pleasant enough: dinner at a local eatery with wife and daughter (good food and drink, and good and funny conversation); a stop for some ice cream on the way home; some TV (a new episode of "Hawaii 5-0"); and the normal bed-time routine. I drifted off but was aware it was a fitfull sleep. Finally, at just past 2:00 a.m., I came downstairs, got a glass of chocolate milk, and here I am still: Wide awake!


What keeps you up on those nights when sleep just won't come?
What do you do, or not do, to pass the time? To pass the time that moves so very s-l-o-w-l-y?
Are there ways you find to make this unexpected "awake" time productive?

Some recommended ways to go to sleep when you are awake in the middle of the night:
~Counting Sheep...
~Toe Wiggling...
~Visualize Something Peaceful...
~Visualize Something Boring...
~Not Thinking...
~Yawning...
~Imagine It's Time to Get Up...
I found those on a website dedicated to getting people (like me, tonight) past their insomnia.

None of them worked! (Although, I did substitute orange whales for sheep.)
And so, I would add this to the list of recommended ways to go to sleep when you are awake in the middle of the night:
BLOG ABOUT IT !

Its 3:51 a.m. And, like W.C. advised: "The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep."
I'm going to bed...

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Finishing other than First-Place...

"I have run the race..." writes Paul in the New Testament. I'm not sure how good a runner Paul was, but evidently he knew something about race-running.

I used to run races on my High School Track and Cross-Country teams. I won! OK, I won a very few times; mostly I did not win.

For quite a few years, as an adult, I ran in 5K, 10K, and Half-Marathon races. I never won! Ever. I was always an also-ran. (However, my best time in the Indy 500 Mini-Marathon was a few seconds over 1 hr. and 37 min. That works out to just shy of 7 and 1/2 minutes for each of 13.1 miles...I will never, ever, run that well again.)


Last year, I ran in the Mini-Marathon for the fist time in quite a few years. It was not pretty! In fact, here is how sad I looked as I crossed the finish-line.


Now let me explain the picture a bit: The official clock (started when the gun sounds for well over 12,000 of us runners) shows me finishing in 2 hrs. and 39 minutes. HOWEVER, I did not reach the start-line until the 18 minute-mark (so far back in the starting-grid was I when the gun sounded); so, I actually ran the 13.1 miles in 2 hrs. and 21 minutes...almost 11 minutes per mile. Sad. Very Sad.

Chances are, most of you reading this are folks who, like me, are the also-rans of most of our life-races. NO PROBLEM...just repeat after Paul: "I have run the race..." We do not have to be the winners...just the runners.

And hopefully you will look better at the end of the race than I did!