"Independence Day"
July 4, 2003
Marge and I hope that all our family and friends are content and healthy
this day. Holidays are good times to draw together, reminisce, and strengthen bonds. In addition to strength,
bonds also need constant refitting. We grow, and to just take the bonds for granted will lead inevitably to chafing
or more serious injuries.
The Fourth of July is when citizens and friends of the United
States of America celebrate our declaration of independence as a republic. At this time, as we have at many
times since, we are engaged in defending that independence and freedom. Just as important, we are learning that independence
and freedom calls for communication, interdependence, and trust - with our equally independent neighbors.
Marge and I like to read romance novels, and I would like to write some.
While I am just a man, by embracing The Rules, I am learning the pitfalls of miscommunication.
Each romance story evolves through a meeting, an attraction, a bonding, some misunderstanding, and hopefully - a reconciliation
and celebration. If it is universally true that men and women talk different languages (witness the song that says:
"I aint wrong, I aint sorry, and I probably am gonna do it again..."), then how could we expect better among nations, races,
creeds - even beings?
Indeed, lately as Marge and I travel to each 13-week nursing assignment,
I have noticed an increased sress and adversity level in many in our families. We certainly are going through some trials.
At least I hope we will soon see the other side! I have begun to call out to God belatedly.
Don't get me wrong. At various times in my life, I have called
out to Him/Her. And He/She has done miracles in my life. My problem is that I like Jonah and Thomas, am a doubter.
So, after the current crisis is resolved, I become less sure that God would go to the trouble to intercede for me.
And although I am a former minister who cringes at attempts to put Him/Her
in a box (such as the one which says you must be baptist, or you cannot smoke, or you cannot be divorced, or you cannot
be gay, or you must be arab, or you must be circumcized), I cannot escape the inward certainty that He/She is indeed real
and does care about me, personally.
I believe I am reaching the point where instead of trying to whine to
friends and family, I recognize the need to trust God. I believe He/She has something to accomplish in this life.
Perhaps it is just to continue to be a friend to those He/She sends my way. But perhaps it is something that I have
been avoiding or rejecting. I hope I am ready to be shown. And I pray that I can understand. I know I am
tired of pain.
So, just as Martina McBride belts out "Independence Day," I cry out
to God and to family and to friends: "Enough!" I want to know that I have done all I can to support and love my wife,
children, and grandchildren. I realize that we all carry emotional baggage with us. And we all talk different
languages. But I am going to "bet" on the universal translator - who is God.
I think we are ALL children of God. Just as a wayward son or daughter
is still your child, so, I believe, is God our God - unless we actively reject Him/Her. So if acceptance is all that
is required of me - and I believe the Gospel IS that simple, then that stable relationship can only strengthen other
dialogues. Good God-Talk is bound to help our women-man talk, and our race-race talk, and religion-religion talk....
Let freedom ring!