The calendar tells a truth by which we all live: today is Saturday, October 6, 2018. Much to watch. Mainly, of course, as on any October Saturday, choices of which sports to prioritize. That happens based upon interest…baseball or football or basketball. They are all there. Guess hockey should be included.

This morning, though, something deeper, not as the day, month or year. How are we…given the more publicized national political scene?

There are winners and losers, with each of us not split in the middle. I wonder, though, what is most important?

National news says a new Supreme Court Justice has been selected. Economic reality, which drives with importance, even with a penultimate factoring, says unemployment’s at a new low.

And yet.

I am not sure it’s deeper thinking. But I have to ask? Why am I hurting this morning, at least in my heart which triggers my emotions? Probably some with my sadness of the Supreme Court Justice decision. Probably because I know families, mine not excluded, who have medical battles that medicine cannot resolve. [On that, I did learn yesterday a MRI on my shoulder indicated two torn tendons in my right shoulder. Will learn treatment for same next week.]

But, it’s more. Deeper. The sadness with which I greet this day has to do with the years in my ministry listening to members, mostly but not exclusively female, whose lives were assaulted. Mostly sexual assault, but also physical assault, manipulated and frozen in time. Or listening to friends…and even those I hardly know…who find their primary relationships are so much less than primary.

It seems to me to not be aware of the needs of others…or even with scoffing to consider it unimportant, shams life.

What can I do about it? And, you?

To me, at the risk of being a dwarfed minority, I think—make that stronger—I know, it’s about values. This is not academic. What do we value? Do we value the sacred presence in each life? Do we consider the pacing of life to be more governed by what we really care about?

I’m not good at this. I accept that.

But, this morning, in order for it not to be mourning, I find that my very place in life is more than function. It hopefully offers steps and words and reaching out with integrity and value. That consider you just as important as I. That considers no matter the distance our life will continue, this day must happen. And in it my life must happen.

Someone asked me how I was going to live today. I would hope not unusually. To be aware of all the realities, but never compromise what I hold to be true and caring. I’m not into signs waved or chortling victory or ruing defeat. I’m into doing my best to be a person who will never cast aside the human hurt in others.


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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