This is my place for writing and reflecting on life here in the mountains. Close to the sky, close to my children and family and most certainly feeling the closeness of God my Savior.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
a tale of two beggars
"when i was hungry you gave me to eat"
I was so hungry, so very empty that my insides seemed to be gnawing away at me, so desperate for something, anything to quiet the rumbling inside that I found the bugs and grasses attractive. Afraid to get sick again, I had to do something else. I was out of options: no money, no work, no friends left to bum off. I looked at my few possessions, carried in a paper sack, and there was nothing left to sell. How would I survive? Where was there help for someone like me in this crowded city? It was not Sunday so the churches were closed up tight and I smelled bad and had just these worn out clothes and poor fitting shoes to wear. Yes I felt shame for being unable to care for myself, but I also felt worse knowing that no one really cared! My hunger pain was only the beginning of my problem, I had the deeper pain of not belonging to anyone, not fitting in with the rest. Each day I felt more isolated, more alone and more desperate. Yes I wanted food and clothes like everyone else, maybe even a warm bed under a roof, where I could sleep without worry. More than that I wanted to know that someone cared enough to see through the filth to the real me. I wanted someone to call me by name, and to sit next to me, listening to what I had to say.....
Jesus said, " I was naked and you clothed me"
Living life, higher at 7000 feet elevation. Where the smell of pines, a distinct nip in the air, the sunset and sunrise displays of color and light fill your soul and set your spirit soaring. From high atop the mountains, nowhere near the city, I think, I write, I try to make you laugh. It is just me, my oxygen deprived brain and my bird and squirrel friends.
I am a lover of God, and I am a lover of life. My three wonderful children help me be a better man, and I consider fatherhood my most important role. These kids have made my life meaningful and filled with beauty. Nothing compares to them or gets between us.
My mom lived 91 years and as youngest I was privileged to make sure she was comfortable and safe in her own home, was never alone, had plenty of friends and family coming around. She knew, before she passed away, how much we kids appreciated all she did for us over the many years.
I am the youngest of five. I have ADD and it makes me fun, or irritating, depending on who you ask.
Most of all I am real, so this blog has fun aspects and then serious writings, too. You get both, for one click of the mouse.