Friday, January 20, 2017
President Donald Trump Inaugural Protests
There are no protesters at the Inauguration festivities of President Donald Trump. There is a difference between a protest and unemployed, willfully uneducated, terminally sensitive to the point of politically correct juveniles wanting a reason to break a window. That's what is going on. No protest just asinine behavior.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Instituting the Draft When Snowflakes Fly
The privilege to vote is among the grandest agencies we have as Americans. As individuals, our vote is cast for particular people for noble reasons and for the most outrageous and pathetic reasons. Nonetheless, each vote counts as a citizen of this nation. Yet, there is a disconnect after the elections when everybody powers down from the campaign frenzy. We no longer hold that elected representative accountable for their actions and promises. Not only does that dissolve the integrity of that official, but it also dissolves our civic integrity as responsible Americans. This extends to not only campaign promises but also basic decency as human beings.
I turn your attention to this past 2016 Presidential Election. In fact, I extend your attention beyond even through President-Elect Donald Trump's cabinet picks and leading up to and including the Inauguration. The partisan display is reprehensible! The Constitutional Process of electing the President of the United States is the apex of our system of government. It is the capstone of the collective will for the direction of our country. It assures peace as power transfers to the successor. It prevents tyranny and resets the political balance.
First off, scores of Democrats will be boycotting this Inauguration coming up in a couple days. No, this is not unprecedented. Throughout the political history in this nation as well as all others it has become a custom many Democrats, Republicans and others to not associate or support incoming powers elected by the people. This lame childish behavior is something you would expect on an elementary schoolyard. No American should expect or accept such behavior from their elected officials in Congress or any other venue of government.
As Americans of all persuasion, we have an innate duty not only to each other but to the world, to uphold our elected leaders to the standards of basis human decency and respect. How can I make that claim? Because we are Americans duly bestowed to lead the world on all fronts and how we conduct ourselves will be the standard for the world.
I have mentioned snowflakes in the title of this address. The term "snowflake" is a derogatory term used especially in the last few months to categorize those who feel entitled for things they never worked for. This goes further into politics. Many believe they are entitled to whom they want elected. When things go adverse to their desires, instead of accepting and moving on as real Americans they throw tantrums and promote frivolous protests and anarchy. Snowflakes are those who have been conditioned by the cunning of Marxism to be easily offended and extremely sensitive in order to justify and enable the government to take care of them. Entitlements and becoming a snowflake is a major point applauded in the holy grail of Marxism. By design this "ism" snowflake syndrome is perpetuated through the most efficient and swift means available. The media, Hollywood and vast rank and files of leadership have declared a literal war of political correctness upon it's own people. As tainted gods they wish to remake man in their own image sharing the same skewed view of the world. A nation of apathetic people is the icing for a spiraling people - just as the Romans of old.
Along with snowflakes I have entered the Draft into the title. Now back in 1973 the Draft was discontinued. In it's time it had served it's purpose. Times changed and so the practice was dropped. As an American who actively studies the founding principles of the United States I reject the forced compulsion of all types. It strips all that we hold dear like agency and the freedom of choice. If a person needs to be forced into an activity of a noble end, then I feel it is best to teach the doctrine of that action and end so that the person can choose for himself. I bring your attention to the Pledge of Allegiance and standing for the National Anthem. These are basic American acts of patriotism that perpetuate principles of what it means to be a true American. To raise a child to not want to adopt a sense of national identity is ludicrous and unbecoming of a parent. It is slothful upbringing and sows the seeds of chaos.
I would never entertain the idea of instituting a forced draft again. Yet, on the other side of the spectrum I would advocate all parents to raise their children in a manner of holding sacred the serving of their nation. To have every child expect of themselves, as they are expected, to serve their nation even in the minimum. The draft indicates the military but I'm not advocating military service. Yes, it is one way to serve but there are many ways to serve your nation in such a way that will help identify you as a compassionate patriot of the United States of America.
Stop the snowflake syndrome! I implore all Americans to find the will of personal change. Work for that which will sustain you and further your prosperity. Don't degrade your potential by dwelling on wants. That leads to an unsettled spirit of believing you are inherently owed something. To the elected officials I say stop the infantile asinine behavior! You are an elected official of a country ordained to lead. Believe and act the part. Cherish and honor the Constitutional systems. Whether your candidate won or lost show your integrity and respect by attending the Presidential Inauguration. Participate in bipartisan efforts. Be open to various views. Only an ass would believe his view is the only correct path. Everyone needs to see the danger of being a snowflake without a backbone.
Normally I do not engage in categorizing. Using the term snowflake is unsettling. However, given the stark displays of late it is difficult not to. The differing views of basic things is so startling that it is for some to declare at noonday that the sun still does not shine. It is to say that you have no shoes when they are indeed on and laced up. It is to say there is no food when you've got a hamburger in your hand and a shake in the other. People have divided themselves up on a curved metal bar with a thin fulcrum representing liberty trying to keep it in balance. Opinions are so far left or right that they cannot see anything else, and change is a long uphill journey on that curved bar toward balance.
Basic human obstacles of right and wrong are all now up for grabs in the game of compromise and self justification.
In the case of President Donald Trump we have cast stones when we, ourselves, are dirty with sin. We haven't allowed this new President to change and have the weight of the Office and the spirit of all his predecessors work upon him. We cast stones for stupid reasons of character. Look back through your personal history. Many of the things he's declared throughout his campaign are things you and/or your neighbor have said in conversation but dared not in large assembly. Yet, when one man finally has the balls to declare those things to the world he is chastised and raked over the coals.
In brief closing I would just encourage everyone to do some serious self reflecting. Look at how you've changed over the course of your life. Allow our new President the same privilege. Allow yourselves to be truly happy and prosperous through work so that you won't take anything for granted or handed to you.
These are my thoughts in the final 48 leading up to the Inauguration of President Donald Trump.
I turn your attention to this past 2016 Presidential Election. In fact, I extend your attention beyond even through President-Elect Donald Trump's cabinet picks and leading up to and including the Inauguration. The partisan display is reprehensible! The Constitutional Process of electing the President of the United States is the apex of our system of government. It is the capstone of the collective will for the direction of our country. It assures peace as power transfers to the successor. It prevents tyranny and resets the political balance.
First off, scores of Democrats will be boycotting this Inauguration coming up in a couple days. No, this is not unprecedented. Throughout the political history in this nation as well as all others it has become a custom many Democrats, Republicans and others to not associate or support incoming powers elected by the people. This lame childish behavior is something you would expect on an elementary schoolyard. No American should expect or accept such behavior from their elected officials in Congress or any other venue of government.
As Americans of all persuasion, we have an innate duty not only to each other but to the world, to uphold our elected leaders to the standards of basis human decency and respect. How can I make that claim? Because we are Americans duly bestowed to lead the world on all fronts and how we conduct ourselves will be the standard for the world.
I have mentioned snowflakes in the title of this address. The term "snowflake" is a derogatory term used especially in the last few months to categorize those who feel entitled for things they never worked for. This goes further into politics. Many believe they are entitled to whom they want elected. When things go adverse to their desires, instead of accepting and moving on as real Americans they throw tantrums and promote frivolous protests and anarchy. Snowflakes are those who have been conditioned by the cunning of Marxism to be easily offended and extremely sensitive in order to justify and enable the government to take care of them. Entitlements and becoming a snowflake is a major point applauded in the holy grail of Marxism. By design this "ism" snowflake syndrome is perpetuated through the most efficient and swift means available. The media, Hollywood and vast rank and files of leadership have declared a literal war of political correctness upon it's own people. As tainted gods they wish to remake man in their own image sharing the same skewed view of the world. A nation of apathetic people is the icing for a spiraling people - just as the Romans of old.
Along with snowflakes I have entered the Draft into the title. Now back in 1973 the Draft was discontinued. In it's time it had served it's purpose. Times changed and so the practice was dropped. As an American who actively studies the founding principles of the United States I reject the forced compulsion of all types. It strips all that we hold dear like agency and the freedom of choice. If a person needs to be forced into an activity of a noble end, then I feel it is best to teach the doctrine of that action and end so that the person can choose for himself. I bring your attention to the Pledge of Allegiance and standing for the National Anthem. These are basic American acts of patriotism that perpetuate principles of what it means to be a true American. To raise a child to not want to adopt a sense of national identity is ludicrous and unbecoming of a parent. It is slothful upbringing and sows the seeds of chaos.
I would never entertain the idea of instituting a forced draft again. Yet, on the other side of the spectrum I would advocate all parents to raise their children in a manner of holding sacred the serving of their nation. To have every child expect of themselves, as they are expected, to serve their nation even in the minimum. The draft indicates the military but I'm not advocating military service. Yes, it is one way to serve but there are many ways to serve your nation in such a way that will help identify you as a compassionate patriot of the United States of America.
Stop the snowflake syndrome! I implore all Americans to find the will of personal change. Work for that which will sustain you and further your prosperity. Don't degrade your potential by dwelling on wants. That leads to an unsettled spirit of believing you are inherently owed something. To the elected officials I say stop the infantile asinine behavior! You are an elected official of a country ordained to lead. Believe and act the part. Cherish and honor the Constitutional systems. Whether your candidate won or lost show your integrity and respect by attending the Presidential Inauguration. Participate in bipartisan efforts. Be open to various views. Only an ass would believe his view is the only correct path. Everyone needs to see the danger of being a snowflake without a backbone.
Normally I do not engage in categorizing. Using the term snowflake is unsettling. However, given the stark displays of late it is difficult not to. The differing views of basic things is so startling that it is for some to declare at noonday that the sun still does not shine. It is to say that you have no shoes when they are indeed on and laced up. It is to say there is no food when you've got a hamburger in your hand and a shake in the other. People have divided themselves up on a curved metal bar with a thin fulcrum representing liberty trying to keep it in balance. Opinions are so far left or right that they cannot see anything else, and change is a long uphill journey on that curved bar toward balance.
Basic human obstacles of right and wrong are all now up for grabs in the game of compromise and self justification.
In the case of President Donald Trump we have cast stones when we, ourselves, are dirty with sin. We haven't allowed this new President to change and have the weight of the Office and the spirit of all his predecessors work upon him. We cast stones for stupid reasons of character. Look back through your personal history. Many of the things he's declared throughout his campaign are things you and/or your neighbor have said in conversation but dared not in large assembly. Yet, when one man finally has the balls to declare those things to the world he is chastised and raked over the coals.
In brief closing I would just encourage everyone to do some serious self reflecting. Look at how you've changed over the course of your life. Allow our new President the same privilege. Allow yourselves to be truly happy and prosperous through work so that you won't take anything for granted or handed to you.
These are my thoughts in the final 48 leading up to the Inauguration of President Donald Trump.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Priest and Friend Father Vern Smith Retires as Balm of Gilead
I have been invited to share a few prepared thoughts with you today on this landmark occasion. Last night as I was going over my remarks my mind took me another direction that I want to share with you. Then, I will deliver my previously prepared remarks.
John was a young man. His home wasn’t the most supportive, and he always longed for that role model of integrity and substance. Father Vern became this example and John took note for many years.
John grew and married a bright and faithful lady to proudly call his wife. John, always striving to be a strong and unwavering husband and father, gained the knowledge and employment to enter social work in helping troubled teens. He became a great influence not only to countless young men and women but also to his four children.
His children grew - each with their varying trials and tribulations. They all, save one, went on to provide productive and God-fearing families. The one lost sheep will be found and brought back. Many of John’s troubled teens entered college, served humanitarian missions, found purpose in Jesus Christ and found joy in service.
This cascading effect began with the grace of God and the ministry of one man. John is someone I made up, but represents many real people - even sitting in this hall - who’ve benefited from the ministry of Father Vern Smith. No, his ministry does not end, but rather takes on a different form. However, his ministry as you’ve come to know it lives on in how you build your own foundation, raise your households and improve the world around you using the example he has proven.
My remarks of my endearment of Father Vern as the man are these:
Anciently, Balm of Gilead was a major tool for not only healing and relief but also for trade. This natural substance derived from the tree or shrub beyond the Jordan. It is this Balm of Gilead that I wish to associate with a good friend of mine who retires from his service as Priest and shepherd of the local St. Mary's Catholic Church. Father Vern and I have known each other for many years. Joined in common hopes and goals we witnessed a true miracle. Together, with our respective faiths, enjoyed an afternoon of dinner and song a decade ago. This landmark event manifested a "Balm of Gilead" toward the healing of so many hearts and minds. Truly, many had reservations of this event, but it served to advocate a positive change in all of us that allowed love and understanding to abide within. A scriptural passage that encored this event is, "Verily, verily, I say unto you, where two or three are gathered together in my name, behold, there will I be in the midst of them - even so am I in the midst of you." Yes, the Lord was present there that day. On a personal level this event helped to solidify the friendship Father Vern Smith and I have, and to enable its continuation on into the eternities.
I'd like to share my thoughts of how this man has affected my own life. Like so many mine is a restless spirit. Like a sponge I receive any opportunity of extended gestures of genuine friendship. Father Vern has a golden handshake that surpasses his official office. Most will engage in a handshake and quickly pull away. Unfortunately that's where we've come to as a people. I've always looked forward to shaking Father Vern's hand. His has genuine concern and love at it's foundation. In a realm of mortals dwindling in unbelief, such a simple act of a true handshake literally becomes a Balm of Gilead. It becomes that ointment, that substance from far beyond the eye can see to soothe and heal the heart at that time.
That is just me - one lowly bystander in a long line waiting for such a spiritual balm. Countless lives Father Vern Smith has affected through this simple act. Think of the widow who grieves for her husband and has her faith strengthened and sustained by the concern and empathy of the clasped hand. Imagine the parents who've lost a child and just need someone there with arms embraced. Let us not forget the young man or woman struggling with moral issues who found guidance and direction in the counsel of Father Vern's service. The poor and homeless have found the Balm of Gilead in his outreach and attention. Many people have benefited from the service of this man sent of God to shepherd the flock at the appropriate appointed time.
The parishioners of St. Mary's each have their own remembrances of Father Vern's service to the greater Shenandoah and Hamburg areas. Each of these stories will undoubtedly go into his book of accountability. From this one Mormon friend of his, I volunteer that his sincerity and concern was my Balm of Gilead on many occasions. It is my belief, that when the day comes, the Lord will say, "Well done - thou good and faithful servant."
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Election Year of Choices Both Large and Personal
Has the time come that the third of the hosts of heaven... the fallen... have completely shed their masks of deception? Perhaps all these thousands of years deception of the legions upon the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were a false blueprint, a quiet and subtle road map, for mortals to emulate. As the world around us crumbles politically, socially, religiously and most of all morally is it not evident, once the mask of deception is removed, that the house of the adversary reigns abundant? In this, the last dispensation of the fullness of times, we must ask ourselves what strength we have within us. By what power can we as the end root of our bloodlines stand with shield and sword in hand.
We used to revere and honor the Office of President of the United States. No more do children proudly show their parents the assignment to show their hero - the President. No more do children have security of heart as they are drilled at school on what to do if a shooter enters the school. No more do we look forward to our leaders making wise decisions for the good of the people. No more do our elected officials see as a visionary through the eyes of our Founding Fathers. It is a shame that we now come to expect - AND ACCEPT - decisions of folly by those with delusions of grandeur and willful adoption by the public.
The divine hand on the checks and balances among the executive, legislative and judicial branches is losing grip by the pride of those entrusted to uphold them. The Executive assumes power not given it. The Legislative rarely votes and acts on true conscience, but overrides it along party lines. The Judicial acts the same and is used through subterfuge of false prophecy by the other branches. Planning future outcomes of measures and then plotting to make them so through judicial appointments.
The pursuit of legitimate happiness reigns in the hearts of fewer and fewer immigrants. Legal prosperity through hard work and integrity with conscience seem so far away for those who cower daily in fear that they will be found. All the while they take advantage of the amenities of authentic citizenship of the United States. The dream is alive for so many but lacks among others in growing numbers. The ability to immigrate and be accepted is a gift. Yet, for those who do so averting the law, immigration becomes a curse and liability upon the people whom they now mingle.
We've denied our very design - man and woman - and the roles we've beforehand accepted to carry out. No longer do we strive to perfect our design by endeavoring to align our spirits and control our passions, but instead pervert our design to adjust to our immediate desires. We've explained and compromised that perversion by throwing our hand up and declaring it's just who we are.
One of the last breakdowns of humanity is the happily skewed view of human life. Men and women hold themselves unaccountable for the divine gift of manifesting life in this world. Pride and fear become the ingredients for the clouds of "perceived" clear conscience as they opt for abortion. It matters not what stage of development the child is. If one or more parent wants no part of it then the clouds of "perceived" clear conscience opens the ways for gleeful murder.
The proclamation of the family - those basic foundations each family procures as the teachings and arrangements for the raising of their family, are pushed aside in favor of entertainment and other derisions designed only to scar the young and the eternal relationship of husband and wife. Even upholding religious teachings and values are seen as nonchalant and without substance. No longer do we dress in our best as our ancestors did for church services, but arrive occasionally in convenient street clothes with our best still in our drawers.
Daily we live in fear of death as the threat of terrorism looms over even our young. To the coward that hides their face and body in black they have already kissed the adversary and his hosts and willfully become possessed by the distorted in form. Furthermore, we've lost faith, that evidence of that which is not seen but is true, that bona fide discipleship can keep the buffetings of Satan at bay.
We are surrounded by living examples of the work of imps. Work that not long ago was disguised in the shadows. Now the masquerade ball is over and the masks have come off. The people have already accepted the work and have multiplied its spread among the living.
Yet, that divine spark is still there. That still small voice still trumpets the heart. Though the vast of us have all but shushed it to sleep it is still there. It is that basic light of knowing good and evil that's adopted at birth among all the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve. The scepter is there but it is our choice to reach and clasp it's handle.
The bright day is coming when the earth shall be as a sea of glass. The mountains shall be rolled back into smooth landscape and the lands shall once again be brought back together. The mountain shall be split for Israel to escape the wolves. Thus, the next thousand years of unmeasured prosperity and knowledge will reign among the greater portion of us who've chosen to listen to that still small voice.
Will you and I be among them?
Just as our leaders have divided their conscience along party lines we need to choose which side we desire to be on. If our heart desires the other side which is brighter with wider fields of view than it is worth the painstaking journey to align our lives with that model.
If the journey seems long and full of obstacles then you're probably on the right one. The road less traveled is the road that will enrich you with experience and knowledge. We each have our vices, myself especially, but we need to see the distorted works around us for what they are. They are attempts of the miserable spirits to draw us from the light. They want us. They feed off our life which they've been denied by their rebellion in the presence of God the Almighty.
That battle that rivals all the wars and contentions combined on earth continues today. It began with the rebellion in heaven and rolls on into the winding up scene. It is our choices that define us.
The line is drawn on the board. It is the pieces (us) which individually we place on one side or the other.
We used to revere and honor the Office of President of the United States. No more do children proudly show their parents the assignment to show their hero - the President. No more do children have security of heart as they are drilled at school on what to do if a shooter enters the school. No more do we look forward to our leaders making wise decisions for the good of the people. No more do our elected officials see as a visionary through the eyes of our Founding Fathers. It is a shame that we now come to expect - AND ACCEPT - decisions of folly by those with delusions of grandeur and willful adoption by the public.
The divine hand on the checks and balances among the executive, legislative and judicial branches is losing grip by the pride of those entrusted to uphold them. The Executive assumes power not given it. The Legislative rarely votes and acts on true conscience, but overrides it along party lines. The Judicial acts the same and is used through subterfuge of false prophecy by the other branches. Planning future outcomes of measures and then plotting to make them so through judicial appointments.
The pursuit of legitimate happiness reigns in the hearts of fewer and fewer immigrants. Legal prosperity through hard work and integrity with conscience seem so far away for those who cower daily in fear that they will be found. All the while they take advantage of the amenities of authentic citizenship of the United States. The dream is alive for so many but lacks among others in growing numbers. The ability to immigrate and be accepted is a gift. Yet, for those who do so averting the law, immigration becomes a curse and liability upon the people whom they now mingle.
We've denied our very design - man and woman - and the roles we've beforehand accepted to carry out. No longer do we strive to perfect our design by endeavoring to align our spirits and control our passions, but instead pervert our design to adjust to our immediate desires. We've explained and compromised that perversion by throwing our hand up and declaring it's just who we are.
One of the last breakdowns of humanity is the happily skewed view of human life. Men and women hold themselves unaccountable for the divine gift of manifesting life in this world. Pride and fear become the ingredients for the clouds of "perceived" clear conscience as they opt for abortion. It matters not what stage of development the child is. If one or more parent wants no part of it then the clouds of "perceived" clear conscience opens the ways for gleeful murder.
The proclamation of the family - those basic foundations each family procures as the teachings and arrangements for the raising of their family, are pushed aside in favor of entertainment and other derisions designed only to scar the young and the eternal relationship of husband and wife. Even upholding religious teachings and values are seen as nonchalant and without substance. No longer do we dress in our best as our ancestors did for church services, but arrive occasionally in convenient street clothes with our best still in our drawers.
Daily we live in fear of death as the threat of terrorism looms over even our young. To the coward that hides their face and body in black they have already kissed the adversary and his hosts and willfully become possessed by the distorted in form. Furthermore, we've lost faith, that evidence of that which is not seen but is true, that bona fide discipleship can keep the buffetings of Satan at bay.
We are surrounded by living examples of the work of imps. Work that not long ago was disguised in the shadows. Now the masquerade ball is over and the masks have come off. The people have already accepted the work and have multiplied its spread among the living.
Yet, that divine spark is still there. That still small voice still trumpets the heart. Though the vast of us have all but shushed it to sleep it is still there. It is that basic light of knowing good and evil that's adopted at birth among all the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve. The scepter is there but it is our choice to reach and clasp it's handle.
The bright day is coming when the earth shall be as a sea of glass. The mountains shall be rolled back into smooth landscape and the lands shall once again be brought back together. The mountain shall be split for Israel to escape the wolves. Thus, the next thousand years of unmeasured prosperity and knowledge will reign among the greater portion of us who've chosen to listen to that still small voice.
Will you and I be among them?
Just as our leaders have divided their conscience along party lines we need to choose which side we desire to be on. If our heart desires the other side which is brighter with wider fields of view than it is worth the painstaking journey to align our lives with that model.
If the journey seems long and full of obstacles then you're probably on the right one. The road less traveled is the road that will enrich you with experience and knowledge. We each have our vices, myself especially, but we need to see the distorted works around us for what they are. They are attempts of the miserable spirits to draw us from the light. They want us. They feed off our life which they've been denied by their rebellion in the presence of God the Almighty.
That battle that rivals all the wars and contentions combined on earth continues today. It began with the rebellion in heaven and rolls on into the winding up scene. It is our choices that define us.
The line is drawn on the board. It is the pieces (us) which individually we place on one side or the other.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Amish Mennonite Teacher on My Road to Damascus
The story of Saul and the Road to Damascus deals much with procrastination. We hold off believing in something until a dramatic event forces the hand. We tempt God and seemingly hold him hostage until we are struck on our eyes so as to see the truth of what we procrastinated for. Saul started out a great persecutor of believers until he experienced a dramatic event on the road to Damascus to correct his ways. Thomas failed to believe in the Resurrection of Christ until the Lord himself invited him to handle his hands and side. These men and most of us today retract from learning precept upon precept unto a firmer belief in something. To hide our weakness we declare us strong and shout down those that do believe a certain doctrine or fact of life. Who is the weaker one?
Lately I've been in my solitude of thought in contemplation of man's nature against his brother. I've been on the road much of late and have little other company than myself. On a jovial note it makes arguments awful one-sided. Anyhow, just last week I've been struck with a significant occurrence to me. Significant to me but for most quite passive and not so significant.
There is so much death and hate going on. On the political scene as well as religious man pits his wit against man (for we no longer refer to the other as brother). Ideology has placed targets on people and marks them for death. It is easy to allow the canker of hate drown out the peace of compassion and brotherhood. It can darken one's own thoughts. When that happens hate is resistance free, and the spread of contempt of heart and intolerance knows no bounds.
On a lonely road in the middle of Iowa I was shown an act of brotherhood without judgement or assumptions. I love diversity and those opportune moments to come in contact with the Amish or Mennonites. I think most of us do. The simplicity of their ways and just the deep contrast from modern living is appealing. However, I believe it goes deeper. I believe that seeing a group of people holding on to a foundation of principles and beliefs appeals to our subconscious. It is a silent reminder that man can lose his way without a foundation to build on.
On a particular hot and sunny afternoon I was traveling Eastbound near Creston, Iowa on Highway 34. In the distance I noticed on the gravel side of the oncoming road a horse-drawn carriage with an Amish gentleman at the helm. With plenty of distance he lifted his hand high and with a smile waved at me until I passed. It was clearly sincere. It was clearly in acknowledgement that I was his fellow brother under God regardless of my driving a car and blaring "Hotel California" on my radio. I was greatly affected and this led me to deep contemplation.
Many of the rest of us do happily acknowledge one another. For drivers, most of us do not wave to another unless the other starts the process first. Yet..... do we outstretch our arm and wave in pure fellowship? I am guilty as well and would venture to say that for most, acknowledgement of our kindness on the road is limited to the extending of our fingers over the steering wheel. When studying the two situations it is amazing the difference how each makes you feel. Whether as the giver or receiver the greater the effort of kindness the more positive reinforcement of goodwill you'll feel.
My Road to Damascus was in hoping to see greater consideration and love brother-to-brother sister-to-sister. It is long and continuous. It is a life journey. This teaching moment offered that "smack in the head" that it does still exist out there, and that it's the subtle acts of kindness that has that silent but greater affect on the future of man.
He may not be aware of the impact his simple efforts afforded me but that's the point of it all. True greatness is something not actively sought after. It is something to be exercised through thousands of simple means. True greatness is seen by others through your conduct and not something to boast of the self. I thank God for that Amish dude and will look for him every time I'm on that stretch of road...... my Road to Damascus.
Lately I've been in my solitude of thought in contemplation of man's nature against his brother. I've been on the road much of late and have little other company than myself. On a jovial note it makes arguments awful one-sided. Anyhow, just last week I've been struck with a significant occurrence to me. Significant to me but for most quite passive and not so significant.
There is so much death and hate going on. On the political scene as well as religious man pits his wit against man (for we no longer refer to the other as brother). Ideology has placed targets on people and marks them for death. It is easy to allow the canker of hate drown out the peace of compassion and brotherhood. It can darken one's own thoughts. When that happens hate is resistance free, and the spread of contempt of heart and intolerance knows no bounds.
On a lonely road in the middle of Iowa I was shown an act of brotherhood without judgement or assumptions. I love diversity and those opportune moments to come in contact with the Amish or Mennonites. I think most of us do. The simplicity of their ways and just the deep contrast from modern living is appealing. However, I believe it goes deeper. I believe that seeing a group of people holding on to a foundation of principles and beliefs appeals to our subconscious. It is a silent reminder that man can lose his way without a foundation to build on.
On a particular hot and sunny afternoon I was traveling Eastbound near Creston, Iowa on Highway 34. In the distance I noticed on the gravel side of the oncoming road a horse-drawn carriage with an Amish gentleman at the helm. With plenty of distance he lifted his hand high and with a smile waved at me until I passed. It was clearly sincere. It was clearly in acknowledgement that I was his fellow brother under God regardless of my driving a car and blaring "Hotel California" on my radio. I was greatly affected and this led me to deep contemplation.
Many of the rest of us do happily acknowledge one another. For drivers, most of us do not wave to another unless the other starts the process first. Yet..... do we outstretch our arm and wave in pure fellowship? I am guilty as well and would venture to say that for most, acknowledgement of our kindness on the road is limited to the extending of our fingers over the steering wheel. When studying the two situations it is amazing the difference how each makes you feel. Whether as the giver or receiver the greater the effort of kindness the more positive reinforcement of goodwill you'll feel.
My Road to Damascus was in hoping to see greater consideration and love brother-to-brother sister-to-sister. It is long and continuous. It is a life journey. This teaching moment offered that "smack in the head" that it does still exist out there, and that it's the subtle acts of kindness that has that silent but greater affect on the future of man.
He may not be aware of the impact his simple efforts afforded me but that's the point of it all. True greatness is something not actively sought after. It is something to be exercised through thousands of simple means. True greatness is seen by others through your conduct and not something to boast of the self. I thank God for that Amish dude and will look for him every time I'm on that stretch of road...... my Road to Damascus.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Chevy Cruze Impala Malibu Spark Volt Traverse Camaro Corvette Equinox Trax
Chevrolet has an outstanding line of cars and trucks stemming from major and minor redesign for aerodynamics, comfort, performance and luxury. I am a car salesman in the the Omaha/Council Bluffs metro area. If you are in need of a Chevy product, or Cadillac for that matter, drop me a line and I'll fix you up. This is a brief post from the life of a car salesman of an experience I recently had. I tend to commit things to memory better when I physically log it in as a journal entry. So here we go!
There has been that "stigma" of the car salesman that has existed for decades. It's been there for almost as long as the automobile has existed. He's that high pressure dude that suckers you into things. In my short time in this career I've learned that the opposite is true. In fact, the life of a car salesman can be extremely rewarding. There are those opportunities to interact with all different types of folks which is what I love to do. One lady comes to mind which is the purpose of this brief post.
We'll call them "Allison" and "Todd." They came in a couple weeks ago wanting to upgrade to a newer Chevy Impala. Allison was very hesitant in this decision. She was so attached emotionally to her current vehicle I thought she'd have to be surgically removed from it. I took them on a test drive in a couple of new 2016 Impalas, but she was very particular of the colors and lack of chrome. I believe that was mostly a subconscious reason to hold on to her old vehicle. Anyhow, Todd and Allison eventually settled on a vehicle. Todd was fine and jovial, but I feared Allison was headed for a complete breakdown. I really felt sorry for her. Her 2008 Chevy Impala was literally a part of her being. Boy I felt bad!
Eventually we got them all set up and they did go ahead with the purchase. I had wondered how she was acclimating to the change ever since. Recently I had to go to their home to get a paper signed. I got there right as she was coming home from work. When she got out of her new Chevy Impala she had a huge grin on her face. That grin literally never left throughout our meeting. She loved her new 2016 Chevy Impala! It was at that point I remembered why I entered this difficult profession. It was to make people happy in one of their most important financial decisions of their life. Next to buying a home it is one of the most impactful decisions to make.
That ends this brief post but I felt it a worthy experience not only to share but also to remember on record. Allison!....... keep smiling! :)
There has been that "stigma" of the car salesman that has existed for decades. It's been there for almost as long as the automobile has existed. He's that high pressure dude that suckers you into things. In my short time in this career I've learned that the opposite is true. In fact, the life of a car salesman can be extremely rewarding. There are those opportunities to interact with all different types of folks which is what I love to do. One lady comes to mind which is the purpose of this brief post.
We'll call them "Allison" and "Todd." They came in a couple weeks ago wanting to upgrade to a newer Chevy Impala. Allison was very hesitant in this decision. She was so attached emotionally to her current vehicle I thought she'd have to be surgically removed from it. I took them on a test drive in a couple of new 2016 Impalas, but she was very particular of the colors and lack of chrome. I believe that was mostly a subconscious reason to hold on to her old vehicle. Anyhow, Todd and Allison eventually settled on a vehicle. Todd was fine and jovial, but I feared Allison was headed for a complete breakdown. I really felt sorry for her. Her 2008 Chevy Impala was literally a part of her being. Boy I felt bad!
Eventually we got them all set up and they did go ahead with the purchase. I had wondered how she was acclimating to the change ever since. Recently I had to go to their home to get a paper signed. I got there right as she was coming home from work. When she got out of her new Chevy Impala she had a huge grin on her face. That grin literally never left throughout our meeting. She loved her new 2016 Chevy Impala! It was at that point I remembered why I entered this difficult profession. It was to make people happy in one of their most important financial decisions of their life. Next to buying a home it is one of the most impactful decisions to make.
That ends this brief post but I felt it a worthy experience not only to share but also to remember on record. Allison!....... keep smiling! :)
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Passing of Shenandoah Leaders and the Torch of Service
Former City Attorney Bob Norris and City Councilman Don Gibson of Shenandoah have passed away, each from long-suffered illness. Though a double whammy for the city of Shenandoah it is a time to reflect on what they've left behind. It would be inappropriate for me to speak of surviving family members. Yet, our hearts and prayers are with them all. As a city official and one well acquainted with both, I offer my thoughts and reflections at this time.
I've only known these two men since my commencement on the Shenandoah City Council. I cannot comment on growing up with these two, but I can comment on how they've helped me grow up.
Bob Norris was a fascinating man. His knowledge of law baffled me many times in our meetings. Not only was he greatly knowledgeable, but he executed the law with compassion, empathy and objectivity. I have a deeper appreciation though. Twice I have been blessed to be in his company on trips to Tisovec, Slovakia. As part of our Sister City project we strived to know and understand our partners across the waters. Bob had a genuine love for the people. He bonded with them especially with he and his wife's host family. I was impressed on more than one occasion to witness the tears in his eyes as he felt the sorrows of their history and the uncertainty of their future.
Remembering those who have passed on is a verb and not something passive. The verb is in actively instilling those characteristics that impressed you into your very being. To you that keeps them alive and active in your soul. From Bob I will endeavor to remember his humility, honesty and integrity. I will reach out even more to succor the downtrodden and the weak. Truly, I will miss Bob Norris.
I served on the Shenandoah City Council with Councilman Don Gibson. In addition to that I served on the Water Committee with him. He had a unique view of the world and the bureaucracy behind it. I was always impressed that all of his votes and opinions revolved around the good of the people. Even in the face of opposition he held his ground on many occasions. With all the contention revolving around our progressing new water plant project Don held his ground multiple times. From Don Gibson I'll remember and pursue courage to stand for what I feel is right.
Experiencing death can be heart-wrenching. It pulls at the emotional strings for the family and friends left behind. Yet, in those troubled hours it is important to exercise faith in a bright hope. It is important to believe with a degree of happiness that they are now in the joyous company of family and friends who preceded them in death. Our loss in life can only be their gain on the others side.
Now, without the pain of sickness they live with clarity of thought and renewed love and hope for mankind left behind.
I've only known these two men since my commencement on the Shenandoah City Council. I cannot comment on growing up with these two, but I can comment on how they've helped me grow up.
Bob Norris was a fascinating man. His knowledge of law baffled me many times in our meetings. Not only was he greatly knowledgeable, but he executed the law with compassion, empathy and objectivity. I have a deeper appreciation though. Twice I have been blessed to be in his company on trips to Tisovec, Slovakia. As part of our Sister City project we strived to know and understand our partners across the waters. Bob had a genuine love for the people. He bonded with them especially with he and his wife's host family. I was impressed on more than one occasion to witness the tears in his eyes as he felt the sorrows of their history and the uncertainty of their future.
Remembering those who have passed on is a verb and not something passive. The verb is in actively instilling those characteristics that impressed you into your very being. To you that keeps them alive and active in your soul. From Bob I will endeavor to remember his humility, honesty and integrity. I will reach out even more to succor the downtrodden and the weak. Truly, I will miss Bob Norris.
I served on the Shenandoah City Council with Councilman Don Gibson. In addition to that I served on the Water Committee with him. He had a unique view of the world and the bureaucracy behind it. I was always impressed that all of his votes and opinions revolved around the good of the people. Even in the face of opposition he held his ground on many occasions. With all the contention revolving around our progressing new water plant project Don held his ground multiple times. From Don Gibson I'll remember and pursue courage to stand for what I feel is right.
Experiencing death can be heart-wrenching. It pulls at the emotional strings for the family and friends left behind. Yet, in those troubled hours it is important to exercise faith in a bright hope. It is important to believe with a degree of happiness that they are now in the joyous company of family and friends who preceded them in death. Our loss in life can only be their gain on the others side.
Now, without the pain of sickness they live with clarity of thought and renewed love and hope for mankind left behind.
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