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Musings of a Hopeless Optimist
by Glenn Washburn
10/15/10
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The Future

Too many people view their future with fear and anxiety, as if it were history…an unchangeable reality. The truth is the future is subject to the constant changes of moment by moment decisions made in the present. Fear is nothing more than a thief you invite into your home. And anxiety is hard-earned money spent on a product that does not even exist.

If the picture of your future is bleak and colorless, simply pick out a fresh brush, new color paint and let Love guide your hand across the canvas. Almost miraculously, what once was a joyless sketch without substance or vision becomes an intricate tapestry that defies interpretation…a priceless masterpiece of immeasurable beauty.

* * * * * * * * *

The Price

The cost of real love is a price that most find too high to pay; for it demands that you risk giving all, while accepting the real possibility that you will receive nothing in return. The glorious miracle is that those who are willing to close their eyes, hold their breath and finally release what they held so dear; at the moment of their giving find residing in their hearts twice the love that they once feared losing.

* * * * * * * * *

Friendship

Friendship is like a beautiful dance.
Though one may lead and the other follow,
If the dancers are in touch with one another,
They listen attentively to the voice of the dance,
And they dare to follow or courageously lead
One another into the heart of the music,
It is breathtaking and a joy to behold.

* * * * * * * * *

Spring

There is a magic at work in every spring
That makes old hearts glad and young ones sing
Where from every new bud promise bursts
As the warm rain slakes the cold Earth’s thirst
And all imprisoned in the Silent Cold
Race into the sunlit days of gold.

* * * * * * * * *

The Girl Behind the Counter

“Good Morning” she cries
As she walks through the door,
Like hundreds of times before.
Blinking the last seeds of sleep
From her tired eyes
She takes her place behind the counter.

“Good Morning” she cries
To each and all.
Ready to ring up a sale,
Answer a question or order a part;
And all with that easy smile
That won’t come for hours
To those she serves.

Sometimes she wonders if it is worth it,
If this is worth another day;
Another day of an insensitive boss,
Of homeowners who haven’t a drop of knowledge,
Or of contractors who haven’t a hint of patience.
But still she calls out to us
With a smile we have neither earned nor deserve,
“Good Morning.”

Let it be known:
You do have a greater destiny!
But for now know on behalf of all of us,
The half-frozen carpenter and the helpless homeowner,
The anxious contractor
Who doesn’t know where his next job hides
And everyone in-between…

Your simple “Good Morning”
And your warm smile
Mean more to us than you can know.

* * * * * * * * *

To Kara (my daughter) on Turning 21

They say that every father longs to have a son to pass on the family name and perhaps to play out though his son a lost childhood. But from the first moment I saw you all I ever wanted was a girl; a beautiful, lively, loving daughter full of laughter and song. We didn’t play a lot of catch but you caught my heart with your first smile. We didn’t do a lot of fishing together, but we did a lot of wishing instead. I could not be prouder of my little girl…always a good friend even when it wasn’t easy…always carrying Jesus with you even when you went places you shouldn’t have. I could not have been prouder of the little girl you were and I am even prouder of the woman you have become. I know the Lord has great things planned for you and I can only hope that you’ll find your place in the world is filled with as much wonder as your birth brought to ours. And that you find as much joy going forward on your journey through this life as you left behind you.

* * * * * * *

OUR VOWS (30 yrs ago)

In sight of God whom I adore
My family whom I love
And my friends whom I cherish
I promise to you my love
Not to be taken, but to be shared
Not to be consumed, but to be replenished
I promise to feed this love with understanding
Shape it with sincerity
And tender it with patience
So that it may live and grow

p.s. 30 yrs and still growing!!

* * * * * * * * *

Priceless Love

All I am and all I am yet to be, is forever locked within the holiness of Your love. Walking in the light of that love, all things become possible. What common men can only dream fills my life in endless promise. It makes light all my heart’s burdens and chases shadows from all the hidden corners. Such is the nature of this precious Gift, that my undeserving heart holds in endless wonder, it transforms all my tomorrows into kingly jewels with value beyond measure.

* * * * * * * *

Undeserving

I am white…simple, ordinary white
Born so by circumstance
Just another face in the crowd
Yet, I have leaned how privileged my whiteness is
Though it was not always that way

My childhood was colorless
Black was just a crayon color like red, yellow or brown
Even now it would take no small effort
To remember the color of my friends growing up
The treasures in their room and the treats
Their mothers laid out on tired afternoons
Held much more import to me

But now it matters
It matters when I walk unnoticed through stores
Clearly beyond my income level
It matters when I drive unafraid through towns
My darker brothers drive around
It matters in ways it should not
In the guilt I carry for stolen lives I never met
For hateful graffiti I never wrote
For crimes committed by grandfathers I never knew

Yes I am privileged…undeservedly so
But if I can I will allow myself
To be led by the color-blind child
That still dwells in the quiet places of my memory
And I will use that privilege
To open doors shut by hate and minds closed by ignorance
And if I have the courage
I will make myself part of that rainbow
That is all colors…and no colors at all

* * * * * * * * *

Angel

Every once in a while when the sun has ceased to shine
When joy is in short supply and the future is no longer hoped for
When the end of the rope has disappeared out of view
An angel appears

On her wings she bears a new possibility
In her arms she carries the keys to all your locked doors
In her eyes shines a brighter tomorrow
And from her lips pours a Song of Joy

She arrives on a soft wind and stays but a while
Her gentle touch heals in a moment
The painful wounds of a lifetime
And anger and fear flee before the music of her voice

She is all at once friend and healer
Without being a lover she carries love with her gently
Like a fragile flower and with the skill of a gardener
Transforms the rocky soil of your heart
To receive this precious gift

To see such an angel is a privilege
To meet such an angel a joy
To know such an angel an honor
To call such an angel your friend…a miracle

* * * * * * * * *

Dancers

I am looking for a way through…or is it a way in? I’m not sure anymore. I’ve been looking so long. I’m not really even sure where to look. I know exploration is the spice that fills out the dish; the exciting process of discovery that makes living interesting. But I’m more than a little frightened; not at the prospect of finding nothing, but more at what I might find. What will I discover... about me? Will it kill me? Will it stop me from caring; or even wanting to care? Still I seek that something that will make everything worth it; that will make taking the next step more than a mundane, thoughtless, robotic exercise. You know what I mean, something that will turn walking into dancing. Maybe that’s what I’m really looking for…a dance and a dancer. But who to dance with…will it be you…could it be you? Would you like to try? I know you’re looking, too. Okay, my hand goes here…your hand goes there…there we go…okay...ready?

You know, you feel perfect in my arms. If we do this dance, if we make it to the end of the song, imagine the possibilities. There won’t be anything we can’t do. You know, this might be the thing we’ve both been looking for. Do you think that maybe…no it couldn’t be…you know…that we were made for each other; that neither of us was meant to search alone, that all along we were supposed to be together, looking for each other, at each other, with each other and into each other…

What’s that? You weren't listening? Oh, that's okay, it wasn't that important. Excuse me?...Why thank you, you’re a lovely dancer, too.

* * * * * * * * *

The Eyes of an Angel

He sat alone…his head in his hands
Wondering how it had happened.
She was gone and the answer to the question…why?
It eluded him.
Life had suddenly become a rainy day
With no sun in the forecast,
A burden too heavy to bear.

Then he saw her like a beam of sunlight
Breaking through a cloud-filled sky
She smiled at him.
He had seen her many times before;
They shared casual conversation
And ordinary hellos and goodbyes.
But today was different…today she was different.
Like an angel bearing good news she touched his hand and asked,
“Can I help you carry that?”

All at once the clouds gave way to the promise of better days
She offered him hope where moments before there was none.
She offered him strength to run when he could not walk.
She offered him the gift of laughter,
To wash away the sadness that had imprisoned him.
She offered all this with a smile, a touch and a single word: FRIEND.

I am that man and you are that friend.
I know there will still be rainy days,
But now I carry the memory of your touch
And your smile as my umbrella.
I remember your beautiful eyes like those of an angel,
Filled with love and compassion,
And I know the sun will shine again.

You have touched me in my deepest pain
Like a miracle-worker and I am healed.
Thank you for your touch of compassion,
Your smile of love and your words of life.
But mostly thank you for being my friend.

* * * * * * * * *

One Final Good-bye

The house was silent now. All she could hear was the ticking of the clock in the hallway. She sat unable to move as her eyes drifted aimlessly about the room. Suddenly they fell upon a picture hanging on the wall, their wedding picture. How had it come to this, she thought, as she let her gaze fall slowly to the floor. She remembered the day he asked and a slight smile began to steal across her tear-stained face, betraying the rage she felt inside. He wasn’t exactly the man of her dreams. Actually, no man had occupied that place. Not because she disliked them…she didn’t. But they were diversions not destinations. It wasn’t she thought of marriage as a ball and chain, no it was more like a coffin. Still, when he asked she found her lips forming the word yes almost against her will. Maybe it was the way his curls spilled from under that cap that was glued to his head. Or maybe it was the way laughter flowed so easily from her when she was with him. Or maybe it was those eyes…those soft, brown puppy dog eyes. Her head snapped up, almost violently. This just would not do. He was a pig, a self-absorbed, arrogant pig. She was better off without him. Who needed those…shoulders, firm and muscular from years of pulling in the nets; or even noticed his bronze back glistening in the sun; or the adorable way his lips moved when he was reading; or how he always…Stop it! Stop it right now! There was life before him; there’ll be life after him. You’ll be fine. He made his decision. Forget him. But still…and her thoughts drifted to a vision of him once again. He was standing there, his jacket flung casually over one shoulder, his other hand hanging loosely from his pocket by a perfectly placed thumb. A gentle breeze sending his soft curls dancing about his face. He smiled, then turned from her and disappeared as if into a mist. Then something strange and unexpected happened. All her rage and sadness and regret got up and followed him. She shook her head and let out a short laugh. Putting her hands upon her knees she pushed herself up, walked over to the picture and lifted it reverently from the wall, “Maybe a mirror or that watercolor in the attic.” Then she quickly turned and walked into the rest of her life.

* * * * * * * * *

The Substance and the Shadow:
a granddaughter remembers her grandmother’s death
(in her own words)

There is an image etched in my mind that I never will forget and will always miss. From my first visit to my grandparent’s house, to the last it was always the same. We would pull into the driveway and as if on cue, my grandma would come out the door, open her arms to me and I would come running into them. I never had to enter the house to see her, she was always there to greet me. Then, it stopped.

I was four and my grandmother was dying of cancer. I didn’t really understand what that meant. What I did understand was that my grandma was very weak and she couldn’t walk up stairs very well anymore. Also, she didn’t look the same way as she used to. She was much thinner. Yet, she was still my grandma and she was still around for me to see her. Then all of sudden, she was no longer in the picture. She was gone.

We had just gotten back from a trip to see her and then my parents had to go back. When they returned home, something was different. My mother sat me down and explained the situation to me. We had a long talk where she told me that my grandmother had been suffering and now she wasn’t anymore. She informed me that my grandma was in heaven now, where she was happy. It was hard to understand, but I still got the idea. My grandma was gone and she wouldn’t be coming back again. I saw that it was a good thing, but that it was sad too. My grandma was not going to be at the door to greet me anymore. She had left us for good.

Death had cast a shadow over my life and it was not something I would soon forget. Death was no longer a far away concept, it was real with substance. I had lost the first of my grandparents. My life went on but I still missed her incredibly. She was no longer in my life, but I still thought about her a lot. To this day, she has always stayed in my memory.

They say that ignorance is bliss and in some ways it is. I was no longer in the shadow of ignorance but in some ways, I wanted to be. I still hadn’t “grown up”, but I was no longer ignorant of the sorrows of the real world. I could no longer deny that grief existed, it was part of my life now. My Grandma was gone; no longer would she run out the door and scoop me up into her arms. But then my Dad gave me another picure to look at. He told me that when Grandma got to heaven, she would get to go to a new house; one that had been prepared just for her. And when she got there, Jesus would come running out and scoop her up into His arms.

Yes, grief was part of my life now; but now with the help of my dad I realized, so was hope. And looking at them side by side it was plain to see which one was substance and which one was shadow.

* * * * * * * * * *

On starting a writing class

When I walked in today, I was unsure of why I came…unclear of what I hoped to accomplish. Was it a first step or a side step; the start of an important personal journey or merely an indulgence? Why was I here? Am I searching or am I becoming? Do I seek myself or others lying quiet within me?

I long to write, to express; to say something...everything...anything. I yearn to give words to my emotions…to express what I've seen in my mind and felt in my heart. I have used words all my life but have I ever let the words use me? Have I ever gotten out of the way and let the true self have her say; to be a silent witness to the testimony of all that lies within me aching to be heard?

This is the place and this is the time; not because of any special circumstance but because it is now and because I am here and because these patient, long-silent voices have such tales to tell and such truths to reveal.

* * * * * * * * * *

I Surrender

Where did our love go? When did the sadness and disappointment on your face begin to outweigh the warm eyes and loving touch that used to heal my battle-weary soul? The future looked so bright not long ago. We were going to conquer the world together. Hand in hand and heart to heart, we would stand against all attacks. Others would envy our love…want what we had. But now it all seems to be slipping away…or has it already gone? Forever came so easily not so long ago, now even today is uncertain. Is it hopeless? … Is it over?

All that is within me screams NO, even as a new beginning eludes my desperate grasp. You have been all the joy in my life. I never truly loved before you. But in my heart I know your love for me is slowly dying. I can’t remember the last time I saw that softness in your eyes that melted my heart so long ago or the last time you said, “I love you,” out of the blue or when in sickness I felt your warm touch upon my brow.

Perhaps you truly have reached the end. My fight against the demons of my past, my struggle with the depression that plagues my present, my weaknesses … my sickness; I guess you’re tired of it all. Without your love I can never beat the night dragons. But it is those very dragons that have kept your love from me. God help me, I love you so much. But I guess that’s not really enough.

I pray that I can become someone you can love even as I wish you could love me as I am. But I cannot live without your love and I will not live without you. So, I surrender. Whatever you need me to be, I will try to be, but remember this: It’s your love and encouragement that will make it possible; without it, my battle is already lost.

If you can accept my terms of surrender, then there is hope.
I stand ready, sword outstretched, prayerfully awaiting your reply.

* * * * * * * * * *

I Call Her…

There are those who through their skill and training
Reach into the deepest pains of man
And with a heart of mercy and a lifetime of wisdom
Bring health and hope to mind and body
We call them healers

There are those who can see what is possible
Where others see loss, they see plenty
Where others see the mistakes of the past,
They see the hope of the future
It is they who dwell comfortably in places others cannot see
We call them visionaries

There are those who comfortably dwell in the shadow of their God
They have His heart for they love without restraint
They have His mind for they create only what blesses others
They have His Wisdom and Power
For they expose darkness with the light in their eyes
And imprison it with the light in their hearts
We call them saints

Then there are those who walk softly through people’s lives
On angel’s wings they touch those they love with love
Their life is a Holy Map for others to follow
And their feet easily tread where others falter
The wisdom of their words flows into the ear
Like fine wine into a crystal glass
They heal with a smile and their visions
Are the hopes of their friends

I call her
My Wife!

* * * * * * * * * *

The Road

We have traveled two different paths
Sometimes rocky…sometimes smooth
A time or two we have even lost our way

But now our two paths have become one
Our journey now the same
Our destination may still be uncertain
But now we travel together

We do not know what obstacles lay ahead
There may yet be rough patches and treacherous turns
Waiting to challenge us
But there will be beautiful sunsets
And glorious vistas as well

But wherever our travels take us
We will be together
Catching each other’s tears
And sharing each other’s laughter

And marveling at how wonderful a journey can be
When Love is the map that guides you

* * * * * * * * * *

An Ordinary Man

He was an ordinary man,,,He is the Son of Man
Child of Joseph...Son of God
He was born hungry...He is the Bread of Life
In a filthy stable...The Fulfillment of Prophecy
No one noticed His coming...The Angels Heralded His Birth
He was a baby like any other...His Birth Split Time In Two
A pauper like his father...A King Like His Father
He became a carpenter and made furniture...He Created The Universe
Later he became an itinerant preacher...He Is Our Great High Priest
Only the rabble paid attention to him...At His Name Every Knee Shall Bow
He was arrested for perverting God’s word...He Is The Word
He was found guilty...He Was Offered As A Sacrifice For The Whole World
He died a meaningless death...His Death Fully Satisfied God’s Justice
He was buried quietly...He Burst Apart The Gates Of Hell
His disciples abandoned him...Hell's Captives Flocked To Him
His dreams died with him...Creation's Beginning Was Finished On His Cross
Empty words from a failed prophet...The Promise Fulfilled
Three days after his death his body disappeared...He Rose From The Dead
The world barely noticed...Heaven Exploded With Joy
And life went on...And The World Was Never The Same!

* * * * * * * * *

Politicians With Something To Say

Let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.
George Washington

Glorious indeed has been our contest: glorious, if we consider the prize for which we have contended, and glorious in its issue; but in the midst of our joys, I hope we shall not forget that, to divine Providence is to be ascribed the glory and the praise.
George Washington

Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
Benjamin Franklin

Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies subject to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future and crimes from society.
Benjamin Franklin

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.
Thomas Jefferson

I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.
Thomas Jefferson

"At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant, to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Buonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years. At what point, then, is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.
Abraham Lincoln

"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."
Abraham Lincoln

"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
Teddy Roosevelt

"The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the Nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else."
Teddy Roosevelt

I do not believe there is a problem in this country or the world today which could not be settled if approached through the teaching of the Sermon on the Mount.
Harry S. Truman

Those who want the Government to regulate matters of the mind and spirit are like men who are so afraid of being murdered that they commit suicide to avoid assassination.
Harry S. Truman

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
John F. Kennedy

I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent, of human knowledge, that has ever been gathered at the White House - with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone.
John F. Kennedy
(white House dinner for academics)

* * * * * * * * *

Favorite Movie Quotes

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would.
-Alice's Adventure in Wonderland

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of
falling and getting hurt. Instead they just get the rotten apples that are
on the ground, that aren't as good, but not as risky. So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. That is why we just have to be a little patient and the right boy, the one who takes a chance to find the good, right apple, will come someday...
-Breakfast at Tiffany's

Life, woman, is Gods most precious gift. No principle, however glorious may justify the taking of it
-The Crucible

There are only four questions of any real value in this life, Don Octavio. What is sacred, of what is the spirit made, what is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same...only love.
-Don Juan DeMarko

We have tried to teach the sky-people before. It is hard to fill a cup that is already full.
-Avatar

No matter where you go...there you are.
-Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Everyone owes a death...there are no exceptions. But, O Lord, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.
-The Green Mile

Each word is part of a picture. Each sentence is a picture. All you do is connect them with your imagination. That is, if you have one.
-The Mighty

* * * * * * * * * *
Strangers & Friends

The goal of any joyful life is to live with such integrity that the people who pass through your light may start as strangers but end as friends. The motto, strangers are friends you haven't met yet, is not naive but necessary. True peace does not begin between two nations with differing views but between two hearts with similar longings.

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Real Peace

Matthew 5:9 Blessed are those who make peace. They will be called God's children.

Luke 1:79 He will give light to those who live in the dark and in death's shadow. He will guide us into the way of peace."

(John 14:27)"I'm leaving you peace. I'm giving you my peace. I don't give you the kind of peace that the world gives. So don't be troubled.

John 16:33 I've told you this so that my peace will be with you. In the world you'll have trouble. But cheer up! I have overcome the world."

Romans 12:18 As much as it is possible, live in peace with everyone.

Romans 14:19 So let's pursue those things which bring peace and which are good for each other.

(1Corinthians 14:33) God is not a God of disorder but a God of peace.

(Galations 5:22-23) But the spiritual nature produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There are no laws against things like that.

Ephesians 2:14 So he is our peace. In his body he has made Jewish and non-Jewish people one by breaking down the wall of hostility that kept them apart.

Ephesians 4:3 Through the peace that ties you together, do your best to maintain the unity that the Spirit gives.

Colosians3:15 Also, let Christ's peace control you. God has called you into this peace by bringing you into one body. Be thankful.

1Thessolonians 5:13 We ask you to love them and think very highly of them because of the work they are doing. Live in peace with each other.

1Peter 3:11 They must turn away from evil and do good. They must seek peace and pursue it.

Jude 1:2 May mercy, peace, and love fill your lives!

James 3:18 A harvest that has God's approval comes from the peace planted by peacemakers.

If Jesus felt this strongly about peace, maybe we should work a little harder to make it happen.

“PEACE BE WITH YOU!”



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