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Good Citizenship…

It’s been more like Winter than Spring the last few mornings thanks to a visit from an early Spring cold front. It seems Winter refuses to let go. I know the feeling. Letting go is difficult at times. Letting go is usually the last thing I turn to – especially if it involves something of importance to me. I can sympathize, Winter, I really can. It’s time to let go, though. We’ll see you in a few months…

I spent a long time on the porch despite the chill this morning. I’m going in for a medical procedure tomorrow. It’s no big deal, just a normal thing that those of us over fifty do for wellness checks. My time on the porch will be limited tomorrow so I lingered a little longer today. Besides, I’m on a clear liquid diet and I need to distance myself from the kitchen…

I was busy prioritizing the day, but I kept hearing a verse from Matthew 6.33 where Jesus says, “But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these other things will be added to you”. It was a constant reminder of where my real priorities need to be today. I’d like to think I’m a simple guy (some would say I’m a simpleton…), but I can easily over-think and complicate anything. My friend Jim called it “complicating the cornflakes”. If I really want to keep my life simple (the old KISS principle), I need to pay attention to the voice in my head. “Seek first God’s kingdom…”

The word “kingdom” is a little outdated. There aren’t many kingdoms left. Monarchies aren’t in fashion any more. Those that are, tend to be in name only. I’ve treated God’s kingdom like that – like He was king in name only. That’s probably why I’m so critical of what church has come to mean today. “You spot it, you got it”, right? I’m often guilty of being a lousy subject, but it becomes easier when I remember where my true citizenship lies.

When I was a kid, my report card included a grade for “Citizenship”. Being a “good citizen” was just as important as reading, writing, and arithmetic (I’m not sure that’s the case anymore and no, I’m not some old codger waxing nostalgic…). Lower marks in academic subjects happened from time to time, but I better have good citizenship grades all the time. They were about how I treated others and functioned socially.

Today I want to be a good citizen. I want to be like the King. Jesus, who was the very image of God the King, spent a lot of time talking about what the kingdom is like and how to be a good citizen. He made it very simple – love God and love people. Simple is not always easy though! Sometimes I can be difficult to love. I assume you can, too?

“Seek first…” I think I know what I need to do…

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Just Folks…

Thoughts From the Porch: It’s kind of cold, not chilly, but cold on the porch this morning. It’s a reminder why the old folks say, “never plant tomatoes until after Easter”. Mine are going in today. The rest of the garden is green and growing. It may be cold this morning, but Spring has finally sprung here in Fort Worth.

I’ve had the honor to spend time with some fantastic people the last couple of weeks: some old friends and some new. Some of you know about the gathering this past weekend. In the spirit of anonymity, I’ll not share more, except for one little moment you might find humorous.

My son went with us this weekend. Following the meeting Saturday night, we sat out on the patio (the designated smoking area), laughing and spending time with old friends. He came up to me during a lull in the conversations and remarked, “This is such a weird group of people”. I prefer to call them eclectic, but he was right. All I could say was “yep”…

I love our old friends. We are a weird group of folks. We’re people who ordinarily wouldn’t mix and yet, there we were. I sat for a good while just watching my friends enjoy their evening with one another, pondering the picture in front of me. There was more diversity – racial, class, background, political views, sexual orientation, religious, non-religious… – than I certainly ever grew up with. There was a spirit of peace, serenity, friendship, and joy. It was kind of like church should be…

I’ve also been able to spend time with some new friends. We’ve met several times to discuss a shared vision of making our local community a better place, especially for the people who normally get overlooked. In turn, they’ve introduced me to more new people and reconnected me with some old contacts in the community activist arena. Experience has taught me that every time I begin to feel limited in the possibilities for a better, stronger community for ALL of us, God reminds me I’m not alone. I’ll write more about our shared goals and activities in the future.

In both instances, neither group is what I would consider religious by nature, but I imagine it’s more like the “kingdom of Heaven” than good religious folks would like to believe. In both instances, some individuals have ties to organized religion, but many don’t. The words “kingdom of Heaven” may not be the words they would use to describe what’s going on around them. They just seem to have a love for a Higher Power, whatever that is for them, and a love for others. I seem to remember hearing something similar from a guy named Jesus…

In both instances, personal piety isn’t what defines them but rather, how they serve others. One of the gentlemen I spoke to yesterday was sharing his vision for the future and then said he didn’t mean to sound so “lofty”. It didn’t sound “lofty” to me. It sounded more like God’s vision for His people, His creation…

As I sat on the porch this morning, I was once again extremely grateful for the people in my life today. I can’t think of a better bunch of folks – however weird we may be…

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Choose The Local Coffee Shop

I am NOT a fan of the green straws (please don’t hate me yet!). Support local businesses and especially your local coffee shop

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In an age where green straws have found their way off every highway exit and at every major intersection; I bring a strong urge to you.

When given the choice: choose the local coffee shop.

Why:

In the small town of Black Mountain, NC, there sits a coffee shop called The DripolatorI frequent ‘The Drip’ and in turn have grown to love it. The Dripolator roasts their own beans and pulls from fair trade and organic exports. Their coffee is fantastic; but even better is the community that ‘The Drip’ provides.

IMG_2134(The Drip pictured above)

On my daily visit (sometimes twice a day) I am met with baristas that I know by name and locals that I know by face (and some by name). After visiting this place over and over again, I have found myself nestled into a beautiful community. Nestled into a community that knows me…

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From Here to Kingdom Come…

Thoughts From the Porch: Spring is finally here! The Dogwood across the street is covered in reddish-pink blossoms and the first shoots of green beans and yellow squash pushed through the garden soil. Winter reminded me that its passing isn’t too far gone though. It’s still a bit chilly this morning, at least until the sun’s fully up.

I love my mornings. I’m thrilled to be in my little place of refuge here in Fort Worth. I was born here and will probably be here when the Lord calls me home. I love being from Texas. My father used to say there were only two types of people in the world, “people from Texas and everyone who wishes they were”. I know he was joking. At least I think so…

Yet, as much as I love my residence here, I’ve come to find my true home. It’s been a long journey to this place in my life. I took a lot of detours and side roads before finding a path that works. Much of that has to do with recovery from the disease of addiction. Had I not suffered from a malady of mind, body, and soul I might have continued to walk aimlessly. It introduced me to a real relationship with God and put my feet on a more spiritual path.

I haven’t yet achieved sainthood or enlightenment and for that, I’m grateful. I hope I never become so “spiritually fit that I’m of no earthly good”. Yet, the spiritual path offers me a place to be centered. I stray occasionally (well, more than occasionally…) but I don’t feel as lost as often. It’s easier to find the path again when I do veer off.

My mornings here on the porch help me find the center; help me find the way home. I’m can become easily distracted and preoccupied with everything going on in my life. Yet the simple act of quiet and solitude brings me back to what’s really important: living from my center. I may have a long “To Do” list and a myriad of distractions but I can stay on the path if I’m willing. Willingness, for me, comes down to remembering where my true home and my citizenship is. I may love Fort Worth, but the “Kingdom of Heaven” is where my true residence is; and if that’s the case I need to be about following the will of the King.

I grew up in an ultra-conservative, fundamentalist Christian home. From an early age I remember hearing about the “Good News”, but to be honest, it never sounded good to me. The long list of “dos” and “don’ts”, never being able to measure up to impossible standards of piety, only fueled depression, resentment, and isolation. It wasn’t until much later that I discovered my understanding was given by “well-meaning, but misinformed people”.

The real “Good News” is God’s kingdom is here and grace allows me to be a part of it. The cool thing about it is the transformation taking place in my life. As a citizen of that kingdom I trust the King to look out for His citizen’s (therefore my) best interests, and as a good citizen I ask for “His will, not mine”.

Amazing things begin to take place. Life is easier; not because the world changed, but because I have. My perception is different. My stress level drops and my ability to love and be of service to others rises. I’m no longer depressed, resentful, and isolated. I’m part of a community. I have friends. I have a burning desire to share the “Good News”: not to offer future rewards, but present realities; to have life “abundantly”. Now that’s really good news…

So, I sit here this morning reveling in the birth of Spring, grateful for being home…

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Graceful Nostalgia

Thoughts From the Porch: This afternoon I’m celebrating my granddaughter’s 18th birthday I’m still not sure how I feel about that. On one hand, I’m so happy and proud for her. She’s become quite a young lady. On the other hand, I recognize one chapter closing and another one beginning. She’ll graduate high school this year and then off to college. No longer will she be the little girl that accompanied me around town in my old truck, closing her eyes tightly as I went up and over bridges on the interstate, and laughing when I reached solid ground again. No longer will she be telling me what “cows have for breakfast” (yes Baillie Duke, I put that in print…). Instead, she’ll head off to college and the joys that await her on the next steps on her journey…

So, I’m feeling a bit nostalgic this morning. I get that way occasionally. I’ll be sixty this year, something of a milestone. I may be getting older, as Baillie’s birthday reminds me, but much of my life has come around again. I get teased by my younger friends about my long hair (and no beard, as that would just be too hipster-ish). I laugh and shrug it off to my “second childhood”, although it’s not always a joke. My wife often talks about the impish kid that lives with her.

I often hear friends say things like “I wish I could go back in time knowing what I know now”. I have no desire to return to my teenage years; or even my twenties or thirties. I know that where I am today, is a direct result of those years and the choices I made. Sometimes I’m a little jealous of my granddaughter though. I remember when I was 18 and anything was possible. If I could pass on any words of wisdom to her, I’d tell her never to lose that faith. Even when cynicism and apathy try to snuff it out.

I understand why some people become old, cranky, and ultra-conservative. Change is difficult. I’m grateful that life has come full circle for me. Friends tag me a “liberal”, as if that’s a bad thing. I’m grateful that some of that youthful idealism has returned. Maybe it’s because of longing for youthfulness, but I prefer to think it’s because of my relationship with God. The one afforded me by recovery. The deep experience of grace changes folks. It changed me.

 The recognition of what has been so freely given to me generates a lot of optimism in a world that’s gone awry. I’m hopeful for Baillie’s, as well as all our kids and grandkids, future. I’m hopeful (and prayerful) that they come to experience grace without the hard lessons I, and others, have had to go through. Still, I know she, and they, have to walk their own paths. Hopefully they will converge at the point of grace that leads to transformation.

Happy Birthday Miss Baillie. Please know how loved you are: by Margaret and me, by your parents and siblings, and most of, by God. In creating the whole universe, He took time to create and love you. You’re so special to us, and to Him.