911 Thoughts.

This is my post from yesterday, 9/11, on Facebook. I was surprised when one of my readers, a fine person whom I know personally, asked “…But how do we balance that with compassion for the good folks here.. It gets dicey.. ”

My answer is below my post. And here it is:

Not a plug for my work, but on this anniversary it’d be remiss of me if I didn’t mention that Islam’s avowed goal is to destroy, subjugate, and covert each and every one of us to their barbaric point of view. If you haven’t learned it yet, “Pure Islam” hews to the writings in the Quran, and they demand total world domination for their faith. It is not some “bastardization” of a great faith, it is the logical conclusion for its adherents.
Simply stated, “Islam” is the command form of the Arabic word for submit. Get a linguist to explain it to you if you have any question about what that means. But it’s an order. Viewed as coming from Allah. And if you are given that command, you have three choices:
Submit and convert
Live as a second class person with a gigantic tax levied upon you.
Die.
Your choice. That’s what Islam means in practical terms.
Thankfully, most Muslims are like most Christians: lukewarm. But the true believers are out there and wish us to be no more.
Today I remember all those that died on September 11, 2001 and those who have given their lives in service to this country since.

Here’s my answer to my reader:

There can be no compassion for those that try to kill us. We can pray for their conversion, but we must be aware of what Islam is, and how the adherents practice it.

Even the “non-hardcore” members of the religion will protect and fund their jihadist brothers rather than turn them in to the authorities. If Christians did the equivalent, they’d be providing bomb-making materials for blowing up abortion clinics – and that’s not happening. In Islam, it is.

Addendum:

Some, an extremely small number, of lunatics have bombed abortion clinics and shot abortionists. They are reviled by Christians, and turned in as fast as they are found. In Islam, this is not the case.

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Are You An Angel Watching Over Someone?

We wander through this life hoping that God is looking down on us with favor. Sometimes it’s pretty clear that He’s right there with supernatural intercession. Amy Grant did a great job of describing that to us with her song Angels Watching Over Me.

But what about the day-to-day work that needs doing? The stuff that falls into the little cracks where celestial attention is diverted still needs to be done. That, My friend, is where you come into the picture.

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Sometimes it will be something as simple as grabbing the keys someone dropped on the way into the grocery store and running them up to the person. Other times it will be listening, and praying, as someone you may not even know pours out their worldly troubles and seeks a solution.

Other times, it will be a bit more complex. I’ve given an example or two in the past, but this weeks is a cautionary one. I pulled into a parking lot at a major shopping complex last Friday and parked my car towards the end of the row. I looked to my left so I wouldn’t “door ding” the car next to me and saw a sleeping 3-5 year old in a car seat in the back seat. Nobody else in the car.

It wasn’t hot out, as a matter of fact it was perfectly nice weather to sit in a car and listen to the radio. But all I could think of was that this was baiting the devil with a vulnerable child. There was no sightline from the store to the car, and certainly nobody would notice the child in the back being harmed at that distance.

Not wanting to push the panic button, and understanding that maybe mom-or dad- ran in to grab milk after a busy day, I didn’t call the police. I did take a picture of the license plate, and then I watched. I grabbed a bench outside the store and watched that car for the next 15-20 minutes. Finally mom came out and drove away.

Friday I was the angel watching over. Mom didn’t know it, but once the timer hit 20 minutes I was calling the police. You only get so much slack on this sort of thing. But what if I hadn’t watched over that child? Would they have been harmed? We’ll never know. But I do know that God counts on us to watch over others. Especially the helpless.

Be that angel this week. Take the time to watch over someone that needs it today.

See you soon.

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Some Things I’d Like To See

The news has been full of cries for diversity and inclusiveness lately. I think about these things as I roam about the planet, and have come to realize there are things you never see but ought to if things were balanced. I have, for your convenience compiled a brief list of them below.

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I would like to see a nail salon staffed primarily by the Irish. Perhaps “Paddy’s Pedicures” would be a good name.

An old style Vietnamese pub with an assortment of traditional Vietnamese pub food and beer.

A really high-class German tea room. Perhaps with clotted cream cakes like you’d get in Bremerhaven.

Some kind of Spanish lefse bar.

A Mexican sushi establishment where you can only order in Spanish.

A Norwegian fried chicken place. Hopefully with some serious corn bread – Oslo style.

A Swedish reggae dance hall. Nothing says reggae to me like the land and music of ABBA. Here’s what I mean:

I think you get the point I’m trying to make: not everything must revolve around the axis of diversity. Somethings are just better the way we’ve found them in life already. (The biggest exception is the Hmong fried chicken at the Hmongtown center in Saint Paul – probably the top five in my fried chicken experience.)

Let’s celebrate what others do exceptionally well, and not try to make them as mediocre as possible. It’s not stereotyping if your culture provides you with some basis for a cuisine, literature, or music based on centuries of experience. It’s not racist, not genetic, it’s a practiced set of knowledge passed between generations. Not a thing wrong with recognizing that bit of beauty that God has gifted us with along the way.

And please, for the love of all that is foodie, nobody open an English steak house. I couldn’t bear the thought.

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No, I’m Not Walking To New York

For the last year I’ve been walking to work most days. My company relocated me to the same building where I started out 20 years ago. 20 years ago I got sick of waiting for a bus that was always either early or late. So, in a fit of pique, I walked to work one day (I was/am/will always be very early to work.) It took me about an hour and I smelled like a goat when I got there. But the next week I did it again, and then I started doing it almost every day. (Thankfully for my coworkers, there is a health club nearby where I can shower and change before walking the final 3 blocks to work.) At the end of that summer, 20 years ago, I’d lost about 40 pounds and was able to complete a 1/2 marathon. Felt great.

I kept it up for the next three years, and when the great economic spasm that marked 9-11 and the end of the dot.com bubble arrived, I had to take on a job that wasn’t so busable/walkable. And, to the best of my knowledge, that company had no locker room to which I was admitted. For the next 15 years I grew sedentary and lazy. I had one spurt of trying not to die fat during that time, but a horrendous illness laid me low and I kind of gave up on doing it ever again.

Until last year. Something had to change. Me. As a result, I am in really good shape for a huge fat guy. I am no longer the dashing stud-muffin I was 30 years ago, but for an almost-old-man, I’m doing pretty well. This morning I walked to work wearing a 60 pound pack. Three miles with that pig on my back wasn’t easy, but I was never winded and I felt good when I got to work.

Thursday I’ll be taking a little 11 mile stroll to work. I plan on stopping at the eye-doctor first. If all goes as planned, it will be a 1/2 day of vacation well spent. If I’m under the time I plan, I will walk two more miles and call it a 1/2 marathon. Yeah, I’m nuts, but I’m stronger than I have been in years.

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What’s the moral of this story? You can do it as well. I have to admit that I was very comfortable eating a bag of licorice for lunch, after a nutritious breakfast of a dozen donuts, and a warmup to some ice cream or burgers for dinner. My blood pressure, A1C, and joints were in disagreement. It’s not easy. It sucks on -10 degree mornings shrugging on 5 layers of workout clothes and ice grips before heading down the road. (Note: your Right Guard is frozen in the pack when you get to the gym, and only thaws out after the shower.)

The title today? Prompted by the conversation with two very fit people in their sixties who stopped their run to ask if I was walking to New York or something. I guess the 100 liter Alpine pack and six foot walking staff might give that impression. (I apologize if they read this and are younger than I am – in that case, you guys need some moisturizer for your skin!) I was a bit jealous, as they sped off at a rapid pace and I kept lumber along.

But that’s what I do, and I do it well: I lumber along.

Here’s to lumbering to the finish line.

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You Can’t See Poop In The Dark

Last Saturday I attended a fund-raiser at a friend’s farm. I got to run the grill with the able, and appreciated, help of Max Aristide. He’s the best. Between us, we managed to feed the whole crowd and have a few laughs over a VERY hot grill.

Me and Max – a great team.

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After we’d fed them all, and I ate way more than I should, there was a bit of speechifing and such, then my wife and I went home to spring the dog. It was almost full-dark when we got to our car, and a young father was asked by his kids if they could go see the animals. His response was yes. But as they ran off, he reminded them that “You can’t see poop in the dark.”

Now that I’ve quit laughing, I’ve found a pretty deep message in that line. Especially in light of the events last weekend in Virginia.

None of us can see poop in the dark. We stumble around in our blindness and hope to see a light that will guide our way, and illuminate our path. Sometimes, if we’re really lucky, it’s through Jesus. That’s how I found my friend Max. My life is good, and guided from above with that light that only Heaven can provide.

But for some, both left and right, black and white (and every other hue of skin as well), there’s an eternal darkness surrounding their soul. They are bitter, and full of hatred and … all of it. Every sin you can find that one uses against another is there in some form. So they point fingers and call names and punch old women in the head and … no punctuation on that run, as in real life it’s nonstop and sickening.

Maybe the worst part of it, to me, is the demand that you become ever more outraged and violent over these things. Frankly, after seeing a death camp in person I’ve pegged the outrage meter. So if you expect me to violate my friends based on skin color, or political affiliation, because I’m supposed to be more disgusted than I am, it will be a long wait. Yup. I can be disdainful, sarcastic, filled with loathing, and you will never realize it because you aren’t in my skin. Just assume that I find it distasteful and horrible as well.

Now that we’ve established that, what can we do to move forward? Let’s go back to the very first thing I wrote about in this blog today: love. I love Max. He’s my friend. We grew up in different countries, different cultures, speak different languages in our homes (his English is way better than my Creole) and have different outlooks. But what I know is that Max and I both love people based on the teachings of Christ.

Doesn’t make me better than anyone else. Doesn’t make me less ignorant on a whole host of topics. But it does fill me with joy, light, and the presence of God during difficult times.

Let’s pray for our country. Let’s work to get along with each other. Let’s quit pointing fingers if someone else isn’t sufficiently outraged in our opinion. Most of all, let’s get ready for the ultimate judge of our character. That time apparently isn’t too far off.

See ya soon.

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