As we continue into the unknown, people are getting more afraid, more distrustful, and in many cases, just plain rude.
I was just in Kroger's and paranoia has reached epic proportions. People looking at you like are a threat, someone cutting in front of you has committed assault, a person without a mask is a murderer. You can see it in people's eyes. What are we living for?
What do you about it? Well, it doesn't start with anger and outrage. It begins with us, with you. And the best way to start, prayer. Prayer can be become a powerless routine, a check in the box. Before dinner, before bed, we say a short prayer and move on. But real prayer is deeper, real prayer sustains and clarifies. Real prayer taps into things that are eternal.
We being our study on prayer with a great book, Anthony Bloom's, Beginning to Pray.
Prayer can become a check in the box, at meals, before bed, etc. When this happens, we cut ourselves off to a much deeper level of understanding and experience.
Finding a depth of prayer is made harder by our physical world. One that can consume us and offer little space for quiet and contemplation.
When I'm able to escape the daily grind, often the place I'm most physically alone, is the place I actually feel the least alone. It is a space where I can listen and experience knowledge that is eternal.
The greater the noise, the greater the need to simplify and focus. The Philokalia is a guide book to finding peace in the storm. Today we discuss a lesson on simplicity and humility as a path to God from St. Hesychios the Priest.
In 1942, my grandpa built a house he designed in Beaver, PA. He did the construction himself. He was following the footsteps of his father who had built a house just two blocks away in 1890. My first visit to these family landmarks filled me with a sense of humility and motivation.
To me, these homes represent ingenuity, hard work, and lives focused on family and the things that matter. I left motivated to create my own legacy by stay focusing on the things in my life that are important.
If you stand back and listen to the storms raging around us you will see that we are quickly devolving into a land of two countries. Each thinks the other is crazy. Each is probably correct!
Will we let the storms drive us into the abyss, or will we allow it to turn us all into something new, something better.
How can we find real change in our world today? There are many opinions, but anything consequential must be rooted in common love for each other. Sadly, I think much of what we see happening today is being driving by other factors.
When we don't receive an abundance of loving attention as a baby, it impacts the healthy development of our neural pathways. It becomes harder for us to connect with others, to love and be loved. We have raised a generation of children where society has put economics, convenience, and education ahead of loving attention and the type of personal connections that make us human and happy. I believe we are now seeing the result.
Took a minute today to go over the daily twenty top trending search terms on Google. If you want a glimpse into the soul of America, what we spend our time talking about, look there. Is is all bad news, video games, soccer, and celebrity gossip.
But I warn you, you might just have to take a look at your own habits, and your own "values".
An encounter with a scared to death young lady in a Wal-Mart, and the Netflix series, Fauda, has got me thinking a lot about fear and how it has influenced us the last few months, and what is the healthiest way to respond to fear.
In many ways, faith is the opposite of fear, and keeping our path straight and our mind clear means finding a way to not let fear turn into anxiety and fuel our soul into making bad decisions.
Freedom is the fuel that allows real justice and the moral character to truly help the oppressed and fight tyranny. Never forget it, and be willing to stand up and fight for it.
Teddy Roosevelt, Martin Luther King Jr., and Nelson Mandela fought for freedom and justice. In time's like these, we can learn some valuable lessons from them all.
My family surprised me with a record player on Father's Day! What a joy, and what a rediscovery of crackle! The sound of the needle on the record as you anticipate the track being played. It seemed to herald life and authenticity. My kids who'd always listened to compressed digital music could instantly hear the difference.
There is crackle everywhere. It is life that isn't perfect or always neat, but has the grit of things that are real. Playing some old records reminding me that getting dirty and getting real is one of the best things you can do to keep your eyes on what is important in life.