For four of the previous five years, I’ve limped into the new year. Physically for sure and mentally…maybe. Recently I wondered if it might be tied to the trials and tribulations associated with the age I live in…or the life I’ve aged into. “And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.” Thanks, Matthew, the end is not yet but sometimes I believe I can see it from here and livin’ in the Age of Trump ain’t helpin’.
This is not about resolutions…I don’t think. I don’t do resolutions…I do have ambitions like certain fitness goals, and once again I have fallen short as 2018 closes…as I did in 2017…as I did in 2016…. I’ve actually lost most of the weight I gained from my last bout with prednisone. Unfortunately, that was an additional ten pounds on top of the ten pounds I originally wanted to lose…a net loss of…nothing.
My body just doesn’t absorb doughnut calories as well as it used to…could be that bone on bone rubbing in my knee slowing calorie absorption down. It also keeps me from doing any kind of running so the “bucket list” marathon is probably out.
Back to the subject…if there is one. I don’t do resolutions anymore, but if I did, I would use the trite, too often used, “Be the man my puppies think I am.” I am good to them, I treat them better than I treat my fellow man. Not a bad thing…but not the best thing. I realize I need to be a part of something bigger than me and my puppies…something I go out and do rather than just pointing my finger at it while stating the obvious, “There is something wrong there. Someone should do something.”
Our world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket…I know there are many people suffering despite the “trickle down” we received. My puppies don’t think their world is going to hell in a handbasket. If Mommy Linda is around, their lives are pretty good. If there is reincarnation, I want to come back as one of Mommy Linda’s puppy dogs. Maybe I should treat the world like my puppy dogs.
I watch the people I interact with and if I watch closely enough, concentrate enough, it is easy to see there are still good people in this world…trying to do go things. Their efforts transcend race, sexual orientation, politics, and religious affiliation. I see what their love can accomplish…even on the microscopic level.
My best friend, Mike Hawkins, carries blankets around to give to the homeless he runs into…runs into on purpose. He doesn’t just avert his eyes in hopes the panhandler won’t see him. Hoping to be invisible to those less fortunate.
My brother, Steve Miller, saw a need and works to support a soup kitchen. A soup kitchen that has expanded into its own building, feeding and clothing hundreds a week…making life just a bit more livable for those in need.
Church friends Leland and Emily Browder model what it means to be a follower of Christ and have passed on their beliefs of service to their God and humanity to their children and grandchildren. Mission trips to foreign countries or foreign communities in their own country. I give thanks to them and others.
In a climate breeding boorish behavior, an atmosphere extolling disrespect for those who you disagree with, when your humility is portrayed as a weakness rather than a strength, men, and women like Mike, Steve, Emily, and Leland go about their daily business of doing good while thumbing their noses at those who believe showing humanity or empathy for others are weaknesses…or that somehow “these others” deserve exactly what they are getting and deserve nothing from them. Putting action to their words.
Watching their efforts has made me aware of my shortcomings as a caring and gracious human being. It is time to get off the sidelines and quit watching. We all need to quit spectating, get into the game and leave our political beliefs in the stands.
At a “meet for coffee on Friday” with Hawk, we met a guy. Another older fart, just a smarter old fart. “Forget about national and state-level stuff. If you want to do something positive if you want to help if you really want to effect change, do it at the local level where it has the most effect.”
As I said last year about this time, I’m not going to attempt to start a movement, run for office or pontificate ad nauseum. I’m just going to try and make a difference, one person at a time…for real this time.
If interested in donating or volunteering and live in the foothills of South Carolina, I suggest Daily Bread Ministries. Their webpage may be found at https://www.greersoupkitchen.com/
The verse was Matthew 24.6 KJV
For more of Don Miller’s pontifications, you might be interested in clicking on the following link: https://www.amazon.com/Don-Miller/e/B018IT38GM