Holy Cow my desk is messy!!!! Not to mention my car or that corner of the bedroom my wife allows me to occupy and lets leave the checkbook and finances out of this. ITS ALL A MESS - A FILTHY MESS! The Story of my life!
I am a part of a men's group and we are in the process of life mapping - looking back at your life and recording the key relationships and events that have brought you to were you are today. A very big part of this process is recognizing themes and trends in your life. In my quest to life map it has become apparent that a constant theme in my life is a lack of discipline - wether it be internal or external. I used to rebel against anything or anyone that sought to discipline me or hold me accountable - NOW I CRAVE IT!
It is crazy how I could live over half of my life demanding to steer my ship and balking at any form of direction and today I stand ready and willing to hand over the reigns of my life to Christ. I have handed them over and in the same breath taken them back. I have given it all to Him in complete surrender only to bargain for some of it back. "Here, God, you take this and I will keep this." I think I am starting to get what Paul called a "daily dying unto self."
So, that being said, just for today, I am giving ALL (the good and the bad) of my life over to Christ and I will let tommorrow take care of tommorrow. Today, I will follow Him in hopes that he will find some use for me in His ever expanding kingdom and maybe somewhere down the line He will help me clean up MY MESS!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
The GENETICS of GERIATRICS!!!!!
My offices are located in a Medical Mall. The building houses all manner of medical specialists, service providers and retail stores; it also doubles as an indoor walking track for every s.o.b. over 65 in the Monroe/West Monroe metropolitan area. I generally park in rear of the building and enter through a employee entrance by the mall offices, thereby having to cross the continuous oncoming traffic of elderly mall walkers to get across the hall to my office.
Each day I begin my mornings with a dance reminiscent to the classic ATARI game FROGGER (you recall it I trust). I open the door stepping into the main hallway of the Medical Mall and immediately begin to hop forward, backward, and side to side trying to avoid a collision with one of the geriatric patrons. The logical mind would assume these "old timers" would slow their pace to allow me to cross their stream, but NAY, NAY, I SAY UNTO YOU! Many a time I have been blindsided by unapologetic mall walkers. They slam into you, refuse to excuse themselves, and immediately fall back into pace with the other walkers, occasionally muttering curse words along their way. THEY ARE OBSESSED WITH WALKING THE MALL!!!!
Occasionally, the Hospital who owns the mall will rope off sections of the hallway for special events, thus altering the "Gray Panthers" traditional walking path and creating a frenzy among the regulars. This happens frequently and it tickles me to watch the covert struggle that ensues. Many of the walkers accept the change after only a few choice words given and resume walking the altered course, but others remain defiant! There is always a handful who feel they own the place and that because they spend more time at the Mall than they do at home or at the local senior center the powers that be should have asked their opinion before altering the norm.
This small but vocal band of aged rebels begin to gather at the ropes of demarcation laid by their oppressors. It is here, at the ropes, that they begin to discuss the situation, verbalize their descent, and organize their response. Eaves droppers will hear: "I can remember when they used to," or "How many times do I have," or my personal favorite and most often repeated "Dem Sons a bitches!" One or two will brave through the barrier where they meet the rebuke of some Mall official and are returned to the altered walking path. Eventually they disband; some are disgusted, some are injured, all are angered, but NONE ARE DEFEATED! They live to walk another day!!!!!
For all their surly looks and poor dispositions, I do enjoy watching them and would miss the old farts if they were gone.
Until next time..............
Each day I begin my mornings with a dance reminiscent to the classic ATARI game FROGGER (you recall it I trust). I open the door stepping into the main hallway of the Medical Mall and immediately begin to hop forward, backward, and side to side trying to avoid a collision with one of the geriatric patrons. The logical mind would assume these "old timers" would slow their pace to allow me to cross their stream, but NAY, NAY, I SAY UNTO YOU! Many a time I have been blindsided by unapologetic mall walkers. They slam into you, refuse to excuse themselves, and immediately fall back into pace with the other walkers, occasionally muttering curse words along their way. THEY ARE OBSESSED WITH WALKING THE MALL!!!!
Occasionally, the Hospital who owns the mall will rope off sections of the hallway for special events, thus altering the "Gray Panthers" traditional walking path and creating a frenzy among the regulars. This happens frequently and it tickles me to watch the covert struggle that ensues. Many of the walkers accept the change after only a few choice words given and resume walking the altered course, but others remain defiant! There is always a handful who feel they own the place and that because they spend more time at the Mall than they do at home or at the local senior center the powers that be should have asked their opinion before altering the norm.
This small but vocal band of aged rebels begin to gather at the ropes of demarcation laid by their oppressors. It is here, at the ropes, that they begin to discuss the situation, verbalize their descent, and organize their response. Eaves droppers will hear: "I can remember when they used to," or "How many times do I have," or my personal favorite and most often repeated "Dem Sons a bitches!" One or two will brave through the barrier where they meet the rebuke of some Mall official and are returned to the altered walking path. Eventually they disband; some are disgusted, some are injured, all are angered, but NONE ARE DEFEATED! They live to walk another day!!!!!
For all their surly looks and poor dispositions, I do enjoy watching them and would miss the old farts if they were gone.
Until next time..............
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