I'm Sorry

Those two words are quite funny. In some instances, they roll off the tongue quickly; almost thoughtlessly. When you let a door go too quickly while someone is walking through it, when you step on someone's toes while walking past them in the aisle at the movie theater, etc. Other times, "I'm sorry," is very difficult to say. Usually, the more sorry we are, the harder it is to say.

I had the opportunity to say, "I'm sorry," a week ago Sunday. I learned something. The two people who heard the words that evening had already forgiven me that morning when they saw me at church. They saw me and they knew; they knew something was better, they had seen a change. While verbalizing those two small words was difficult, my demeanor had already spoken them for me.

When you are truly sorry, be willing to say it. You must be humble enough say it. But let your life reflect it. It would do no good for me to just say, "I'm sorry I haven't blogged in several days," without blogging again. When my life reflects, "I'm sorry," no matter how difficult the words may be, people will forgive.

God bless you.

Imus and such

Whatever you think about what Imus said and who can say what and when, this whole episode is indicative of a very important point: our first amendment freedom of speech does not give us the right to say anything we want at anytime without incurring some form of punishment. Don't believe me? Then yell, "Fire!" the next time you go to a movie; tell someone you have a bomb next time you board a plane. Absolute total "freedom" to say anything and everything we want to is not protected. There are things I can say to my friends in a private setting that I cannot say on public radio airwaves. However, I probably shouldn't say those things at all. To me, that is another issue that transcends the whole story: Imus (and others) make a living by degrading people, at least in part. That is terrible. What is worse is that I sometimes find myself laughing at the things people say that I shouldn't even be listening to. But don't mind me, these are just the ramblings of an insane man seeking sanity.


By the way, one of the reasons I love driving on the United States Interstate system is that here where I live, I can take 295 NORTH and keep driving straight to find myself on 95 SOUTH and the entire time, the direction I am travleing is WEST. What a country!

Easter Weekend

What a great weekend Easter is. I appreciate my religious heritage and the fact that for my entire life I have taken the communion emblems every Sunday. But for the past two years, I have spent Easter weekend in two different Christian denominations. For some reason, it has refocused me in my reflection on the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. I love the movie "The Passion," for visualizing what Jesus endured. He did that for me. He did that for you. Wow!

Of course, the truly good news of Easter is not what Jesus endured on the cross, but the victory Jesus won when He left the tomb. I have hope because of His resurrection. Paul the apostle said that if it were not for the resurrection, Christians are to be pitied above all men. How true. Thank you, God, for victory!

Children

There is something sweet, innocent, and pure about watching a young child play with a new toy. He was just sitting there with his Buzz Lightyear 4th birthday present. I can't describe it. But I absolutely loved it.