The Orbital Mechanics Of Imprisonment.

I think about a lot of random stuff. Writer’s curse. One topic that has always fascinated me is space flight. Specifically, the Apollo missions to the moon. How does that relate to winding up in prison? Read on for a dollop of physics and tragedy.

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I have come to the conclusion that winding up in prison is much like trans-lunar flight. You have to take a lot of risks to wind up in prison. The exception is if you have truly rotten luck.

During the 60’s everyone in the United States had a vague idea of how it worked. You fired the rocket from Florida, it went into orbit. In orbit it fired again and shot itself toward the moon. When you got to the moon, you fired the engine to go into orbit there. Take a brief trip to the surface, back into lunar orbit, and then fire the rocket again to get home. Do not orbit the Earth, just pick the right point in the atmosphere and then splash down in the ocean (Tremendously simplified. My apologies for the crayon & Play-Doh level explanation.)

The criminal experience is similar, except it’s only the Earth’s atmosphere that can cause the trouble for you.

Envision a gigantic colony on the Moon. For some reason you can’t just stay on the moon, but you have to go around Earth every time you need to leave the house. (Don’t ask why, the metaphor is tenuous if you do that…) Every time you need groceries, you blast off from the Moon, fly to Earth, circle the planet and slingshot back to the Moon where you land and do your business. To get home, repeat the journey but land at your house.

The majority of people will do this thousands of times without any brush with the Earth’s atmosphere. They will set a course just wide enough of the planet and stay out of the atmosphere. Now and again they will graze the atmosphere, but the worst they get is a little char on the space ship. If you now view the planet Earth as the criminal justice system, they get a ticket, or a summons, with that atmospheric contact. But it doesn’t diminish their speed, they complete the orbit of the criminal justice system/Earth, and go home to the moon. Works every time.

Criminals, and most thrill seekers, will try to get closer to the Earth and watch the show as they graze the atmosphere. It’s exciting. Pretty, and no real consequence. But if they do it enough they damage their ship and it gets hard to control. Worse yet, they take a drink and pilot it manually versus by computer. Now they skip into and out of the atmosphere, really putting on a show. Let’s call that county jail time. Not a felony, but it slows you down and now it’s harder to land where you want on the moon. You’re spending more money for fuel. In addition, your ship is getting wrecked, and the next time you fly it’s more likely that you’ll accidentally graze the atmosphere and do even worse damage.

Each time you dip into that atmosphere as a criminal, it slows you down. It makes it harder to get home, and it costs you money. Finally, you get just hammered while flying that long route between the Moon and the criminal justice planet. You lose control of the ship and plow deep into the atmosphere. So deep that you’ll not get out this time. Your craft is forced to land on the surface – long spell in prison. Once there, it’s almost impossible to repair the ship and get back out of the atmosphere. So you may get out of the prison, lift off, but you’ll run out of fuel before clearing the atmosphere and crash back on the surface. Forever.

That’s roughly what happens to most people who wind up doing long stretches in prison. They can’t reach escape velocity from the justice system. They’ve crashed too often, their engines are damaged, and the police watch them for every minor infraction. They’re doomed. Very few people with more than two serious scuffles with the law escape long sentences.

Petty criminals are another story. You can’t seem to get them off the streets. They’re like the spacecraft that nudge the atmosphere. But they are so close to plunging to the surface and staying there that it is amazing. That’s why when someone dies in a scuffle with the police we concentrate on their minor crime. But they’ve done it 40 or 50 times without prison time, and it’s a miracle that they got away with it for so long.

There you go: my tortured metaphor for the month. Please give it some thought.

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Grace Is A Walk In The Park: Flash Fiction.

This post is comprised of a story I’d written for a Christian radio station writing contest. I’m pulling it out of the file for two reasons: First, I needed a post today. Second, I didn’t win. So, it was just hanging out there and needed to be seen.

These flash fiction pieces are not deeply edited. In fact, they’re usually pretty sparse. But it is worth every penny of your subscription fees. If you don’t agree, let me know and I’ll arrange a refund.

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A Walk In The Park

“That’s it. She has to stay in her kennel while we’re at work.”

Lorraine rolled her eyes and silently scraped the left over dinner into the garbage disposal.

“I mean it. I’m tired of cleaning the rugs around here every night when we get home from work. I don’t know what she’s mad about, but this isn’t a latrine for sheep dogs. She’ll have to learn or pay the consequences.”

Setting the dish firmly into its place in the dishwasher, Lorraine added soap to the door panel and levered it into place. With the jab of a finger, she started it on its cycle; drowning Eric out in the process.

Standing alone in the kitchen, Eric realized he’d crossed some line with his wife while complaining about Shelby. She didn’t get it: the dog was ruining the house.

Intending to correct her mistaken stand on the dog’s bladder control issues, he marched into the living room where the old dog was getting her face rubbed by his wife.

Lorraine still didn’t make eye contact with Eric. Instead, she focused on Shelby, speaking softly while staring into the old dog’s eyes: “Yes, she wet on the rug. I don’t think she’s proud of it, Eric, but something’s wrong with her and she’s doing the best she can. Instead of punishing her, why don’t you try to figure out how to make it better? I think she’s earned that much from you after all these years.”

Eric stopped his march across the room and dropped into his recliner. Slamming himself back in the chair, he grabbed for the remote control. The gall of his wife siding with the dog was too much. The television hadn’t even flickered to life before he hit the power button again and climbed out of the chair.

“I’ll be in the garage.”

He’d hardly opened the back door when he found himself bashed into the frame, Shelby squeezing past him like a greased pig. Racing to the back fence, she started barking ferociously at the power lines in the alley.

Nuts. She’s barking nuts. If she would just stop the rug thing, I could put up with her bad behavior in every other way, even the barking. Now she’s just piling on. What am I going to do with that crazy dog?

Eric watched Shelby pace the yard and finally select a place to do her business. Grabbing the scoop, he moved it to the mulch pile before he went back in the house.

Shelby watched him from a corner of the yard. Eric realized she was aware of his anger and giving him some distance. Wagging her tail in surrender, she waddled her way up the sidewalk, stopping at the gate that would bring them to the park across the street.

“Not tonight, girlie. I spent too much time cleaning up after your nonsense and I just want to read my magazine.”

Shelby didn’t speak English, but she got the message. The tail slowly went to half-mast. The old dog left the gate and climbed the stairs, stopping on the landing to take a seat in their traditional snuggling spot.

Eric smiled. She was nuts, but they’d spent a lot of good time in that spot over the last twelve years. It was where they watched the sun set and the stars come out when he got home from work. Plopping down next to her, he put an arm around her and pulled her close.

Absentmindedly stroking her ear, he realized that she didn’t have many miles left on her odometer. She sure felt good close against him on this fall evening. After a few minutes of sitting on the top step, he relaxed and started to wonder what was making her soil the rug.

Feeling her nuzzle against his chest, he looked down at the old Sheltie and realized that it didn’t matter. He just plain loved her. Her ridiculous barking, the tearing up magazines, the demands for walks: all of it was just her nature as a dog. Can’t fight nature, can we?

He realized that he owed her Grace. The Pastor had spoken on the topic Sunday, but it didn’t register with him until that moment. He wasn’t perfect by a long shot, and God seemed to forgive him. Over his sixty years, he’d broken every rule in the book, and yet he knew God still loved him. Didn’t he owe that to this little dog who looked up to him with such loving eyes?

For the first time in his life, Eric Morgenson fully understood the concept of Grace: it was unconditional forgiveness based on love. Eric didn’t have to earn it from God, and he certainly didn’t deserve it. God didn’t hold your stupidity and mistakes against you any more than you should hold others against them. Including incontinent old dogs. We all needed some grace.

“You stay here, Shelby. I’m going to grab the leash. We’ve got time for the park after all.”

Grace. It was a walk in the park.

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Port-au-Prince In 337 Easy Steps.

Lots of folks ask how could they do a mission trip like the ones I’ve taken to Haiti over the last few years. Complexity, fear, the unknown – all of those are issues to be dealt with when making your first mission trip. The reality is that Healing Haiti makes it very easy to do if you simply follow all the steps.

I’m going to take you on a trip through the process of getting signed up for a mission trip and what you’ll likely experience. First, you should take ten minutes to watch this video. It’s from my first trip two years ago. If those images don’t capture your heart, I’ll be amazed.

1. Make sure your passport is valid for the next year. If you don’t have a passport, start the process this minute and come back and read the rest of this blog. No passport, no mission trip. It’s that simple.

2. Get your shots. Some vaccination series take two months or more to complete. If you’re serious about travelling to Haiti, make sure your travel clinic gets involved right now. There are things that you need to immunized for, some you probably should be immunized for, and some you can use your discretion and risk. Me? I’ve vaccinated for everything, including Rabies (yes, it’s a problem a lot of places) because if you can catch it, I will come down with it.

Don’t let anyone talk you out of the malaria pills. Nasty stuff, lots of complications, and why risk it? Get the doctor visit scheduled today.

So, those are the prerequisites. If you don’t have a passport, and don’t want to get the medical preparation, the rest is a moot point. For the sake of argument, let’s assume you are interested in moving forward.

What will a missions trip do for me? Change your life. You will step out from the world where clean water is on tap to a place where it is a matter of life and death. You will meet fellow Christians who worship a God whom they love without all of the material items we seem to view as a prerequisite. You will be travelling with a team that prays over everything and nothing. That’s probably the biggest thing for me: a whole week of worship. Even going to the pool for a swim and a coffee involves prayer.

You will be the hands and feet of Christ. You will minister like the apostles did by washing feet, holding sick and dying babies, playing with orphans, and finding something inside of you much bigger than you ever expected.

Sound good? Nice. Thought it would. Let’s move on to the next step: finding an organization you can make the trip with and feel comfortable. For me, that’s Healing Haiti.

I have had the good fortune to become friends with some of the leadership of this outfit, including the founder. I trust them. I trust very few people. They are above board, open, and easy to deal with in my experience. For a first mission trip, they are the ones to go along with for a lot of reasons. They provide a great mission house, the staff are a blessing, and good safe food and water (always iffy anywhere, including your house, but they do a great job.)

They also have a wealth of experience, relationships with local entities, and some great opportunities to serve. If that sounds like your kind of group, click on this link and see what they are all about by starting the process of taking a missions trip.

So, you’re back and you’ve applied for a mission trip. Here’s the link to getting the volunteer card you just read about. There is a lovely company that provides insurance for volunteers, including missionaries. You will be a missionary. Get used to that idea. Also, get the insurance. It allows you to be evacuated at very low cost in case something happens to you on a trip. Chartering air ambulances is expensive. Volunteer insurance is not.

Here are a few thoughts on what all of this mission stuff means:

A universal God extends across borders and cultures.

You will have the opportunity to experience more spiritual growth on healinghaiti.org missions than you most likely have had at other important times in your life.

Be the hands and feet of Christ in orphanages and hospitals.

Witness a people who have hope and perseverance in spite of a lack of material goods and services.

Individual Benefits:

• Actually perform the Great Commission of Matthew 28:16-20.
• Learn about a vibrant culture as valid as our own.
• Have fun. There is no denying that there is a lot of laughter and sweet smiles in Haiti.
• View God’s love in action in another country, and see how much impact individual Christians can have on that land.
• Expand your sense of responsibility for your fellow man.
• Find out that nothing is hopeless — with God’s guidance and people’s teamwork.
• Fulfill a commandment or two to serve the poor and the sick.
• Step out of your comfort zone and grow as an individual. For example —
— Jump rope in your sixties
— Blow bubbles with orphans
— Paint fingernails of the young and the elderly
• Bring back a part of Haiti — not just stories and pictures, but crafts and artwork that provide sustenance for the people who create them. Give a legacy story to your trip that you can hang on your wrist or your wall
• Finally, the beautiful people of Haiti will change your perception of the Third World. There is an amazing love that you feel in the poorest of slums — the love that comes from Christ.

Trip Costs:

• $850 + airfare + spending money + miscellaneous costs

Trips generally leave on a Monday and come back the following Monday. Eight days that will change your life forever.

I hope to be roaring around Haiti with you before the next year is out. Be blessed, and prayerfully consider this wonderful experience.

Charleston Church Shooting Is Not A Hate Crime: It’s Murder

Hate crimes are crimes based on thoughts. A bogus idea on a good day. The shooting at the church last night was murder-x-9. Let’s call it what it is and not whip up the traditional racial animosity that the media and politicians love so much. The man who pulled the trigger is a sociopath and a killer. Motivation won’t matter until you get to the trial, and if he meant to kill that’s enough. Let’s be real: all murders are hate crimes. It’s the premeditation that makes that the case. It’s evil that motivates the shooter.

People, don’t be blinded by the racial component. When shooters have showed up at other churches in the last 20 years it was not a racial crime. Plenty of white on white, black on black church shootings for everyone. This person’s race need not be the focus. If he spewed trash regarding race while he was in the church, he’s a despicable swine. But the murders are the real issue.

The focus should be on catching him.

So, let’s go to the pictures I’ve seen versus the blather on the news.

First, he looks like he’s wearing full-torso armor under the shirts. What say we search for purchases of that gear in the region.

Second, the talking heads are babbling about a gun hidden in the church because he’s not carrying one going through the door. Uh, ever hear of pistols? Perchance he didn’t haul in an AR-15. I know that would disappoint some, but does the weapon matter except to identify him? Let’s wait until some identification of the weapon is released.

Part of the hate-crime mentality is that it says to the public that if a white guy shoots a black guy it’s a hate crime. Based on what? What if a black guy shoots a white guy? Still a hate crime? I attend a primarily black church. Am I planning a hate crime? I hope not, but I’ll ask myself later to be sure. If so, it’s a long lead time for me. But after several years I think I’m safe.

Last, but not least: most churches are gun-free zones. A shame. Because there’s a chance there’d be only a single body in Charleston if one of the other congregants had been carrying a weapon legally. Bad guys don’t read signs.

Just like my church, and the Bible studies I sometimes attend, let’s close this out with prayer:

Father, bless that church and that city. Let peace reign upon your earth. Help us find this killer and bring closure to the wounds he created. Bless those whose families lost a member last night. Amen

Johnny Belinda: A Movie Review

1948 was a long time ago in terms of social acceptance of disability. It was a long time ago in terms of understanding rape. Johnny Belinda deals with both subjects in a beautiful, humanizing way. It’s a must-see move from Hollywood’s golden age.

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Johnny Belinda was the first movie to deal openly with the subject of rape. Here’s the trailer:

For those of you who were born after 1970, some of the performers will be new faces. To some of you born before 1960 you will recognize faces but have different roles in mind. The best example is Agnes Moorehead. To most of you, she’s Endora from Bewitched. What a shame. This woman could act, and she was in over 115 productions in her day. If it was classic, she was probably in it, or should have been.

Overall, the cast is delightful. Charles Bickford plays Belinda’s father, and does a smashing job in this role. Torn between personal anguish over a daughter with troubles, and the love of a father, his face tells the story.

Jane Wyman is Belinda. She is so good at not speaking that she won the first Academy Award since the silent era for an actor/actress without a line in a movie. Tough acting job, but she does it all with her body language and eyes.

I like Lew Ayres, and I like him in this role. That’s about it: I liked his performance.

The story is – well, go watch the thing. It’s available free on several services, and you’ll no doubt find it in the DVD collection at Amazon.

I promise you it’s time well spent. A great movie from a great era. Groundbreaking in its portrayal of the deaf/mute character Belinda. Daring in its approach to the topic of rape. Well photographed, superior acting, and pretty good music.

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