Oct 18 2012

what actually matters?

With the 2012 Presidential election just 3 weeks out, the debates are getting harsh. The candidates are getting to the nitty-gritty, and the parties and just getting down right nasty towards each other. Can I write myself in as a candidate? Some days, I honestly think I could make better progress and decisions than these men do… Then I remember – oh yeah, the President is one branch of a three branch system. If the branches don’t all work together in sync, nothing will happen, except leaves falling to the ground. Now, elect me as the speaker of the house, then I’d really have a chance to make a difference. Well, maybe not with our horrifically split congress. I digress.

As we all get ready to march over to our local polling centers on 06November, we must all really take a minute to step back and analyze what we are really voting for. Not just who they are, their family background, how they part their hair, what religion they claim to follow, but what they actually claim to want to change when/if they take office – if congress doesn’t filibuster every act they try to pass. Yay bipartisanship! *sigh*

What matters most to you this year? For me, its health care. Having worked in the health care and psychiatric fields for many years, the advances that Obama has made in the past 4 years have increased the availability of insurance to many of the people I have worked with. Uninsured and under insured will hopefully soon be a thing of the past. This whole survival of the fittest, richest will soon be over. As long as we continue to allow health care reform to evolve to the needs of this nation. Dear Mr. Romney… why are you now opposing “ObamaCare”? Oh, it’s not coined “RomneyCare”? I see, since you enacted essentially the SAME THING in Massachusetts?

Secondly, Women’s issues. Oh, Mittens… Really? Just silence your self while you are already behind. Let me state this. I do not support abortion. If I met a person that is considering it, I will do everything in my power to help them chose an alternative. But I do not believe that we should make it illegal. I believe that making abortions illegal will create and undo strain on the health care field. Instead of being in a safe, healing, understanding, accredited, nonjudgmental environment – we will have women finding back alley “doctors”, and becoming very, very, sick septic patients. Just think of the medical expenditures, the multitude of tests, surgeries, blood products, medications, and medical staff. Remember the phrase “outlaw guns, and only outlaws will have guns”? Or during the prohibition when people got “jake’s walk” and botulism from bootleg liquor? We must protect our people. In this case, providing a safe outlet for them. Abolition is not the answer, education is.

Side note: Adoption. Currently, here in the states, the supply is much less than the demand. Thousands of to-be parents wait on adoption waiting lists just hoping to get a call that someone has elected to give their child another chance at a family. Lets put some more government spending into this; as part of education in places like Planned Parenthood to (increase) this encouragement of the option to mothers.

Thirdly, Gay rights. If you don’t believe in gay marriage, don’t have one. Growing up my parents, and school teachers stated over and over again, “your right to swing your fist, ends at the tip of my nose”. It took me years really think of it outside of the context of bullies, but it applies to everything. And in this case, religion. Yes, I am religious, but the God that I read about in my Bible, surely states that I am not to throw a stone. Our nation was built upon the liberty to be who you are, free. My right to extend my religious beliefs, end where you begin. I (and the rest of religious folk) have no right to say, “God does not agree with gay marriage, therefore it is illegal for you”. Rachel Maddow had a great quote the other day “Heres the thing about rights. They’re not supposed to on. That’s why they call them rights.”

Just my two cents.


Dec 30 2010

resuscitate me.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 *crack* 8,9,10,11 *crack* … 18,19 *crunch* 20,21… *snap* 30 breathe… breathe… CPR is brutal, violent, it pounds, it cracks, it breaks bones, and it gives life.

In our sin we were dead, lifeless, + abandoned. Alone. God found us, lying there pulseless, breathless. Flatline. Instead of declaring us dead on the spot he got down on his knees and made us breathe. He put his hands on our chest, and began compressions. He did the work. He paid the price. It was nothing short of a miracle. It wasn’t easy, it surely wasn’t painless, and many of us ended up on life support for along time. Hey, I’m sure not complaining. A few broken ribs in exchange for a new life?

We all need a reality orientation.

On January 1st + as people sit down + scribble resolutions that they will forget about in 2.5weeks – let’s forget it. Let’s make a new plan. Step back. Take a minute. Examine. What needs to get tossed out in our lives? What’s causing us to consistently need to be revived? Create a new plan, the old one sucked anyways. You know it, God know’s it, your friends know it. They all know. So, why do we keep hiding behind it?

I’ve been reading the book “When The Game Is Over, It All Goes Back In The Box” by John Ortberg. He expels the “it’s all about me” with just a sentence: “I was one roll of the dice away from the biggest lesson life has to teach: the absolute necessity of arranging life around what matters in light of our morality + eternity”. Bam. Floored. Guilty verdict. Declared dead. Game over. Nothing more needed to be said. If that doesn’t sting, I don’t know what will.

When you are laying there, breathless, pulseless, what will you have to show for your time here? That house with the white picket fence ain’t coming after you…


Dec 22 2010

love.

photo by joemiller1 on flickr.com

I came across this photo today while exploring flickr. It really hit me when I saw it, it reminded me of how, even in the depths of our sin, Christ came to us and loved on us. He never threw us out onto the the streets, mocked or harassed us, nor took away our rights. Yet, here in the 21st century, we claim to be Christians, to be Christ-like. But we throw out, we judge, we assault, we rebuke, we take away their rights. All of this in the name of the Lord. What does he think off all of this? He distinctly tells us to love one another, and to come to them in love. He says to correct + rebuke with love, not hate. Their is a vast difference between rebuking a sinner, exposing corruption, correcting someone in love or disciplining ones children; and judging wrongfully. Over the centuries, our world has been distorted, and our view of it more-so.

1 Corinthians 6: 1 Dare any of you, having a matter against another, go to law before the unjust, and not before the saints? 2 Do ye not know that the saints shall judge the world? and if the world shall be judged by you, are ye unworthy to judge the smallest matters? 3 Know ye not that we shall judge angels? how much more things that pertain to this life? 4 If then ye have judgments of things pertaining to this life, set them to judge who are least esteemed in the church. 5 I speak to your shame. Is it so, that there is not a wise man among you? no, not one that shall be able to judge between his brethren?”

I am sorry. I am  sorry that we as a people who claim to love Christ, and claim to love others, cast such judgement upon you. I am sorry that I have done the same. It is my prayer and petition that this year, and the years that follow, we learn to love,  like Christ loved. Like Christ Loves.

Thats my two cents.


Oct 25 2010

rain on me.

Something you should know straight off, I love rain. I love rain. I love seeing it, standing in it,  running in it, playing in it, dancing in it, making out in it – the list could go on, and on, and on. But, I have no need for redundancy. Rain is great. If that makes me “emo” or “depressed” or whatever, so be it. Call it as you see fit. Rain is great. For me, rain not only cleans the garbage out of the valley air, it cleanses me to the core. For me, rain is spiritual. Everyone has their own personal way they connect with their creator. Some  go deep into the mountain forests. Some surround themselves in elaborate churches. Some delve in musical talents – of which I have none. For me, its as easy as standing outside in the storm. Strange you say? It makes complete sense actually.

Let me tell you why. Have you ever sat in one place for an extended period of time + focused only on one sense + everything that is hinged on that very sense within the moment? Standing in the rain can eliminate all other distractions in life, trying thinking about that deadline when your listening to the sounds of the rain, when all your energy is focused just on the pitter-patter of the rain drizzling on the leaves, the splashes on to the ever growing puddles. Zen. Are you beginning to catch on? Secondly, its a reminder of how great my God is, that my creator,  has made a promise to never let the storms overtake me.  This reminder echos throughout the rest of my life. That my God, is greater than all the stroms that come my way, that he will always provide me a way to overcome it, that he alone is capable of saving me. Just like he alone was capable of saving Noah + his family when the stroms over took the Earth – yeah – they had to work for it, God didn’t just give them a boat, but he gave them the resources to be safe {Genesis 6}. Rain is a reminder that God gave me the resources to build a boat in all situations.

So, go {yes you}, next time theres a storm, go stand in it, arms outstretched, face up, feel the rain on your face. Clear your mind and listen to the rainfall focusing all of your energy on the sounds that the rain brings. Rustling trees, the wind blowing, the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground. Feel your soul awaken.

I dare you.

grace + peace


Jul 10 2010

this is the life i live.

Its a crazy hectic one. And some days… well. Those are the only words I have to describe it.The past 4 weeks have been a blur – filled with pain. love. life. despair. depression. adoration. aggression. patience. hope.

Its hard to explain, and some of it I am not even legally allowed to explain. Its been a berage of experiences ranging from some of the most rewarding days of my life to some worst. But ce la vie. Right? Thats one thing I still struggle to work with in my life – Life goes on. Something I will probably struggle with until my dying day – however, I really hope that it kicks me in the butt a few more times sooner than later. Do you ever have that piece of advice that is so easy to dish out + so hard to follow yourself. Come on! Seriously Kate, just kick it out + move on, forget whatever it was/who it was + your life will surely be better because of it. But no. Never. It just drags on. and on. and on.

But not any more. This phase is ending. Right now. Yep. Now.