Living Each Day Where Truth Reigns

How do you choose? 24 hours each day. Life values. Life hopes. Life avoidances. Not that each day is another day, but I believe fervently each day is a new gift of God.

You may not look this way, but for me, when life functions through choice theologically, it’s so much easier. Not “What Would Jesus Do?” which I find pedantic, but because I’m a Christian it is “What Would Jesus Have Me Do?”

This morning a lovely note from a dearest friend [and I MAKE the case she is more than one dearest friend], Joanne Carlson Brown, she has this as a way to live:

“I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.”
Dr. Angela Davis

To me this is powerful and has to do with triaging. I think, every day, maybe even through dreaming, what is important. You can guess my list…caring for Diane, caring for Jason, caring for my sons and their family, caring for Jason’s 3 sons, writing when I can [by the way a new novel’s creeping in my marinating world, will probably be called, “Living Without Arms,” and will find Tricia in a predicament you’d never ever wish on anyone.], fishing of course.

Today is a case in point…this blog so I can focus my thoughts. Please don’t regard this as selfish, consider it self-organizing. Walking our dogs. Getting to the hospital, rescheduling a lunch visit with a pastor…and then leave a couple of hours open for “whatever.”

Back to the Davis quote. I’m not afraid to live with that…it prompts, it’s prophetic, it’s real. Whether or not I can empower change, I’m still finding part of my breathing and pulsing life is my significant dis-ownership from dominating values false-facted today. I believe in the truth. I believe in the truth. And when anyone’s nose grows with every word, I more than eschew it. I proclaim around me. It’s not to win or lose friends. It’s simply to shudder how the values I hold are not even given a glance. To me? That’s WRONG.

So, Angela Davis, thank you. Joanne, thank you. And God? Most of all thank you for the gift of a new day and whatever ability I can muster to distribute my time for the good you ask. For me it’s more than interpretation and manifestation. For me, it’s embodiment through word and deed. And it is my hope when I speak and act it will NEVER be unrelated. And my nose never grows. Shalom.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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