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.