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Serving Your Judas

Ahh, there’s nothing like a good *smack* of reality upside the head to wake you up in the morning!

So . . . I was talking to a friend of mine over coffee this morning.  Venting actually.  About a relationship my wife and I are struggling with.  Someone we know, work with on occasion and see every so often at similar social circles.

You could call it . . . adversarial.  It’s hard to find common ground with these people.  They seem so . . . negative.  So . . . combative & confrontational.

I mean, it’s not us, my wife and I are sweet as pie! (insert big, cheeky grin here)  So, it’s got to be them.  Why do they make it sssooooo hhaaaaarrdd??

Anyway, so I’m venting . . .

My friend listens calmly, nods politely (he’s that kinda guy . . . yup, same guy from the “Church” post), then says, “You know . . .    Jesus, on the last night he was with his disciples–the night of the passover meal–washed all of their feet.  Including Judas.  Knowing full well he was going to be betrayed.  By the man sitting right there in front of him, holding out his foot.”

“What do you think?  You think their might have been a little desire to twist an ankle?  Maybe just a little?  Possibly scrub just a liiiitttlle harder than he needed to?”

“But, he served.  Right to the end.”

*SMACK* Continue reading Serving Your Judas

The Value of an Imperfect Child (caution, rant ahead!)

Well, I now know the value of my six-year-old daughter, who happened to be born with Down syndrome.  According to a jury in Portland, OR, $2.94 Million dollars.

That’s the award given to a couple who sued the Legacy Health clinic there for “wrongful birth” saying that, given the high likelihood their child would be born with Ds, they had a test given called a CVS (Chorionic villus sampling) that shows with 99.7% accuracy the presence of Ds in the child’s chromosomes.  The test came back negative.  The child was born.  The child has Ds.

Read the full story of the verdict here. Continue reading The Value of an Imperfect Child (caution, rant ahead!)

The View Out My Window

I’m looking out the window of my room this morning.

Man, it needs to be cleaned.

I was using this quiet time to do a little reflection, a little meditation.

I began to wonder if that dirty window was somehow a metaphor for my life, my mind, my worldview at the moment.

I wondered if I was being told that, in order to see the beauty beyond what was right in front of me, I needed to clean off what was clouding the view of the “lens” I use to see with; be that my mindset, my priorities, my prejudices, my vices.

Then I began to wonder if I wasn’t supposed to see the beauty in things beyond what was right in front of me in spite of what may be clouding the view.

After all . . . the view is still there.  It just depends on your focus.