By Jake Kampe from www.d365.org

Followers of Christ live in constant tension. The world tells us to act a certain way, look a certain way, talk a certain way, think a certain way and overall live a certain way. When compared to God’s standards, it can be as if we are looking into a mirror, but seeing someone else. When we act in ways contrary to the gospel, we can represent the opposite of Christ. The world sees this and is confused. “He calls himself a Christian, and this is how he acts?” “She’s a Christian? Remember what she did?”

God calls us to “put to death” all the aspects of our lives that are in opposition to Christ. That means to wipe them out completely and with all cost. Then we must constantly analyze ourselves, making sure that our lives are radically different from the world. And the only way to do this is to ask – not asking culture if we measure up to its standards, but asking God if we measure up to God’s. Not comparing ourselves to the choices of culture, but what we know is right in comparison to the very Word of God.

Prayer for this challenge: God, I know that you have called me to live in a radically different way than the world around me. Help me each day to live a life that reveals your Son, Jesus Christ, to the watching world around me. Help me to live according to the standards by which you’ve called me to live, not the standards of my culture. Amen.

There’s a long black train,
Comin’ down the line,
Feedin’ off the souls that are lost and cryin’,
Rails of sin, only evil remains
Watch out brother for that Long Black Train

Look to the heavens
You can look to the skies
You can find redemption
Staring back into your eyes
There is protection and there’s
Peace the same, burnin’ your ticket for that
Long Black Train

‘Cause there’s vict’ry in the Lord I say,
Vict’ry in the lord,
Cling to the Father and His holy name,
And don’t go ridin’ on that Long Black Train

There’s an engineer on that Long Black Train,
Makin’ you wonder if the ride is worth the pain,
He’s just a waiting on your heart to say
Let me ride on that Long Black Train,

But you know there’s vict’ry in the Lord I say,
Vict’ry in the Lord,
Cling to the Father and His holy name,
And dont go ridin’ on that Long Black Train

Well, I can hear the whistle from a mile away,
It sounds so good
But I must stay away
That train is a beauty, makin’ everybody stare
But its only destination is the middle of nowhere,

But you know theres vict’ry in the Lord I say,
Vict’ry in the Lord,
Cling to the Father and His holy name,
And don’t go ridin’ on that Long Black Train

I said cling to the Father and His holy name
And dont go ridin’ on that long black train
Yeah, watch out brother for that long black train
The Devil’s a drivin’ that long black train.

I received this story via email today:

He  writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, “We  have an H.R. on this flight.” (H.R. stands for human remains.) “Are they military?” I  asked.

‘Yes’,  she said.

‘Is there an escort?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I already assigned him a seat’.

‘Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early,” I said..

A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck.  He was the image of the  perfectly  dressed soldier.  He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of  these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.

‘My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,’  he said.  He proceeded to answer  my questions,  but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no.  I told him that he had the toughest  job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand.  He left the flight deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure.  About  30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. ‘I  just found out  the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board’, she said.  She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home.  The family was upset  because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.  We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia  .

The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that  knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment  and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear.  He had  asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.. I could hear  the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she  asked me if there was anything I could do.. ‘I’m on  it’, I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the  form of  e-mail like messages.  I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher..  I  explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted.  He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher.  We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family.  I sent a text  message asking for an update.  I  saved the return  message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:

‘Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There  is policy on this now and I had to check on a few  things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will  meet the aircraft.  The team will  escort the family to the ramp and plane side.  A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family.  The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp.  It is a
private area for the family only.  When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.  Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.    Please pass our condolences on to the family.  Thanks.’

I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job.   I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight  attendant to pass on to the father.  The lead flight  attendant was very thankful and told me, ‘You have no idea how much this will mean to them.’

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and  landing.   After landing, we cleared the runway  and taxied to the ramp area.  The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway.  It  is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit.  When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller,  we were told that  all traffic
was being held for us.

‘There is a team in place to meet the  aircraft’, we were told.  It looked like it was all coming  together, then I  realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off,  everyone would stand up at  once and delay the family from  getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the  copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop  short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers.   He did that and  the ramp controller said,  ‘Take your time.’

I  stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake.   I pushed the  public address button and said,  ‘Ladies and gentleman, this is  your Captain speaking I  have stopped short of our gate to make a  special  announcement.  We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect.  His Name is  Private XXXXXX,  a soldier who recently lost his life.   Private XXXXXX is  under your feet in the cargo hold.  Escorting him today is  Army Sergeant  XXXXXXX.  Also, on board are his father,  mother,  wife, and daughter.  Your entire  flight crew is  asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to  allow the  family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.’

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and  started our  shutdown procedures.  A couple of  minutes later I opened the cockpit door.  I  found the two forward flight  attendants crying,  something you just do not see.  I wastold  that  after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft  stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit  the  aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a  passenger slowly started to clap his hands.   Moments later more passengers  joined in and soon  the entire aircraft was clapping.  Words  of ‘God  Bless You’, I’m sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind   words were uttered to the family as they made their  way down the  aisle and out of the airplane.  They  were escorted down to  the ramp to finally be with  their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the  announcement I  had made.  They were just words, I  told them,  I could  say them over and over again,  but nothing I say will bring back  that brave soldier.

I  respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event  and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women  have made to ensure  our freedom and safety in these  United  States of AMERICA .

Foot note:
As a Viet Nam Veteran I can only think of all the veterans including the ones that rode below the deck on their way home and how they were treated. When I read things like this I am proud  that our country has not turned their backson our soldiers returning from the various war zones today and give them the respect they so deserve.

I know every one who has served their country who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including  me.

Prayer chain for our Military… Don’t break it!

Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers Don’t break it!

Prayer:

‘Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us.  Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen..’

Prayer Request: When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world.

GOD BLESS YOU!!!

I have always been one of those people who had dreams for my life, I used to dream I was a Blue Angel pilot, a professional baseball player, a world famous architect, a renowned public speaker and on and on.

I think each of us should have dreams, especially young people, in fact when they do I find their dreams inspire my own. Last week I attended the last concert of Medina High School’s five different bands, two jazz and three symphonic bands. They are all awesome and always blow me away with their talent.

During this concert all of the seniors in the bands were recognized for their achievement and one of the things each shared was what they were going to focus on in college or a profession, in other words their dreams. Here is a small sample:

  • Run my own business
  • Get my law degree
  • Become a Pediatric Nurse
  • Become a Middle School Teacher
  • Become a Worship Arts Pastor
  • Become a Physical Therapist
  • Design and Write a Magazine
  • Become a Commercial Pilot
  • Become a Band Director
  • Become a NY Police Officer
  • Pursue a career as a Novelist
  • Manage a Hotel in Fiji
  • Become a US Congressman
  • Work for the FBI or CIA

It is so cool that these great kids have dreams. I have always believed that you move toward what you think about, a dream is a good place to start. Of course these days it is so sad because so many of us have no dream and many kids don’t believe they are even entitled to have one.

My dream is to help others have a dream…

What is yours?

I am very grateful for all of the connections, friends and followers I have accumulated over the years but it is hard to keep everyone current with my actions without being a pest so I thought I would write the post below as a form of update.

Employment:

I left CASNET last November after almost three years as VP of Sales and Marketing. I learned a great deal about the structured content management industry, from scanning to software it is an interesting marketplace.

In January of this year I started working with a company called AWH. They are a small (15 employee) software development firm that wanted to invest in me to help them take a product to market more effectively, the product is named GeoDocs and is the backbone for doing almost anything through a website. We had a good first 3 months and effective April 1 I came on board as what I call the Chief Growth Officer and am principally responsible for sales, marketing and channel development. It is a great opportunity as I now have at my fingertips a ‘best in class’ software development team that will let us be very responsive to our markets.

Hobbies:

Those of you who know me well know I have many interests, I love to learn and am always exploring. A couple of old friends of mine,Craig and Sue James and I have been brain ’storming’ together over the last several months things that range from lifestyle minimalization to short-form video, I am grateful for their contribution of time and love to this effort. We don’t worry about where it will lead but just enjoy the journey and trust that good things will happen.

Digital Storytelling – One thing that has happened for me as a result of these discussions is my growing interest in digital storytelling, what is it, how can it be used, why does it matter, how can it be accomplished and so on. Right now I am starting to work on one Digital Story for Geeta Morris a church member who died last October of cancer at age 35. A fellow member made up a great physical scrapbook with written notes but I intend to do the same thing with images and audio for her family.

Golf – I have been working all winter on my golf game and I hate to say but I think addiction is setting in, actually I am really enjoying the process being followed for improvement and learning how to self-diagnose errors and problems.

My Faith:

I continue to work on discovering and evolving my personal spirituality, I just finished a program during lent called Unbinding Your Heart which aided this personal exploration through small groups and conscious prayer. I was re-elected to our Vestry in January (kind of a board of directors) and continue my work with several community missions. I have also started a new one that aims to bring prayer to those in need in our community, prisons, halfway houses, women’s shelters, food pantries and more are opportunities for what I call applied prayer.

My Family:

Everyone is healthy, allergies, colds, tooth decay, braces continue but nothing major, we are blessed. Adam (age 26) is going to school full time in Minneapolis, Liz (Age 15) is doing well in school and has really evolved into a good video editor, Hannah (Age 12) is also a great student and is our Ace of Cakes, she has taken 10 weeks of cake decorating lessons and is amazing. Melinda (the wife) continues to really drive her knitting group in new service directions, she can crank out a scarf in minutes I swear.

Thanks:

If you took the time to read this thanks, I am grateful for your support, even if it is just psychic energy in nature. I hope everyone keeps looking at the glass half-full and remember, you move toward what you think about.

Here are some of my social bookmark locations, let’s connect:

My Twitter Page

My LinkedIn Page

My Facebook Page

Steve

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, ‘God! How could you do this to me?’

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! ‘How did you know I was here?’ asked the weary man of his rescuers. ’We saw your smoke signal,’ they replied.

The Moral of This Story:

It’s easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.

I love this…

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Public vs PrivateYesterday through two different forms of media, a local newspaper and a global TV network I heard the same news story, that being about the new definition of ‘Two Americas.’ Now it is probably not what you think, it is not black vs white nor rich vs poor but rather private employment vs public sector employment.

From July 2008 to July 2009 public sector employment (government) increased by 238,000 workers and private sector shrunk by 5.2 million workers, public sector employees averaged $79,197 in wages versus a private sector average of $49,935.

In addition it was announced that for the first time public sector union membership surpassed private sector union membership and with continued stimulus spending the odds are that these trends will continue.

So the new ‘Two Americas’ definition is public sector union employees versus private sector non-union employees. There seems to be a great deal of anger evident today and I think this new reality as evidenced above is a growing contributor to the tension and anger. It is not a good situation and will have unintended consequences.

Here is one such consequence, our local school district failed to pass a levy last November, is was a large levy and it lost significantly. So the school board held public forums to listen to citizens (a good thing always) and what they heard overwhelmingly was that until labor gets under control don’t dare bring up a levy. Comments were made like; the teachers need to share the burden, they need wage freezes or cuts, they need to pay more for their benefits, their generous pensions should be reduced. Hey, us in the private sector are experiencing those things and so should the public sector before we think about giving you more money.

It just so happens that the labor agreement is up for negotiations so the school board delayed putting the levy on the ballot for May until the labor issue is solved and that the citizens see evidence of progress. So in this local issue the ‘Two Americas’ defined above are doing battle at a distance today but I predict it will probably get worse before it gets better.

Now to make this personal; in the meantime the school district is going to cut over 100 teachers, this means less classes choices for my high school freshman, of course the majority of cuts seem to come from advanced placement and honors courses and my daughter is mad. She says “Dad it is the choice to attend those future classes that keeps me motivated to do well now’ she knows that to have more college and life choices that high school classes are critical, she sees that her choices are being reduced, and she is mad. Mad at the people who won’t vote for the levy and mad at the school board for not managing better.

I can’t say that I blame her for being mad, your thoughts?

This is a school assignment poem by my 9th grade daughter.

The Ballad of Haiti

The sun is growing darker

Hidden behind a cloud of dust.

No life, no breathing, I can see

My smile turns to rust.

The street is like a slaughterhouse

Drenched in death and bloodied stains.

Screams and cries, they pierce my ears

But won’t take away the pain.

Collapsing to the ground

On a sheet of broken glass.

I know the wound upon my head

Won’t kill me very fast.

I smell a smell like burning skin,

I cringe and close my eyes.

The future that my mother told me,

Were those words all lies?

The world, it spins above me,

And slowly fades to black.

This earthquake took our future,

We will not get it back.

The light never returns,

My eyes, they cannot see.

Forever now, I will remain

Broken in the street.

The dump trucks come to gather

All the debris and the dead.

Soon enough I’ll be consumed

By this wound upon my head.

The light still never came to me,

My eyes, they never learned to see,

After my future ran from me,

My soul is liberated; free.

The American Spirit I am sorry, I just have to get this off of my chest.

President Obama was in Ohio yesterday afternoon speaking at Lorain Community College with his latest theme ‘all jobs all the time.’ While I have no problem with the President speaking about jobs what continues to shock me is the citizenry reaction and expectation.

Most of the local TV networks the day before had multiple interview spots with the citizens of Lorain County which has been struggling for at least a decade with job losses, you know auto plants, steel mills, etc. What continues to frustrate me is how many people actually expect the President to be able to create a job for them, he will make it better is what they feel.

When did this patriarchal (someone who is the father figure and can fix all things) orientation begin? When did people stop taking personal responsibility for themselves and expect a politician to magically out of thin air give them a job. Maybe it is the fact that the government has branded itself as the solver of all problems, the caregiver to all that created the expectation.

But hold on, I know life is difficult for many people, I just helped feed a hundred families at church today and many of those don’t have the physical or mental capacity to be gainfully employed. I understand and have compassion for all humans but I pray they will take self-responsibility for their situation and do what they can to make it better and not rely on the ‘hope’ that our government will pull off a miracle for them.

Ok, I feel better now, thanks for listening. I have complete faith and ultimately know that what will make this economy better (we all act as if this has not happened before) is what many belittle today, the American Spirit. There are millions of individuals going to school to learn new skills, millions more looking for a way to start their own business, millions are working hard to find a job and millions more working even harder at the job they currently have.

Making our lives better happens one person at a time, repeated millions of times.