(written 9/17/2009 )
The article I wrote for the September issue of the magazine God's Word Among Us called "Ripple Effect Evangelism" continues to make waves. Sometimes we are completely unaware of how God uses us to reach others and that's a good thing. We might get a big head or get "puffed up with pride", which is spiritual death. But God lifts the curtain at times to motivate or encourage us. The story I wrote is touching people near and far. Calls are coming in to my home phone from all over the country. I ran into a local woman I know from the early days in the Word of God community who just read my piece. As she told me how encouraged she was by it, tears began to well up in her eyes. Really? I personally didn't think the story came out that well, but God is using it. Last night I got a call from a retired priest in Massachusetts. He met me only once or twice 39 years ago (when I was only 20!). Apparently, my friends and I were driving from Massachusetts to a leaders conference in Ann Arbor when our car broke down near my home town. While the car was being repaired, we were taken in overnight by members of a new sprouting prayer group. Father Darling said Mass for us and arranged a quick prayer meeting.
Unbeknownst to me, every eye in the prayer meeting was on me because I had the gift of tongues. Father told me when I began to sing in tongues, it electrified his little group. They knew I had grown up in nearby Holyoke, which gave me real credibility. I was encouraged to share how God was working in me. Never to shy to talk, I gave a rather long testimony, peppered with anecdotes of God's miraculous work in my life. I could see the crowd responding to me and quietly thanked the Lord. One old man in the back yelled out : "You're all caught up by the enthusiasm of this time, but it won't last. Just wait until life kicks you around a bit. You haven't suffered much and now go to a prestigious college." But Father Darling intervened. "That's not so Fred. Gary, tell them where you grew up in Holyoke". I was a little embarrassed because they would all know the place. "The Flats" I said. There was an audible collective gasp. That was a poor neighborhood in my home town. I told them a bit more about growing up in Holy Rosary parish. Now I had real "street cred" with the locals. How does a kid from there get to the top Catholic school in New England?
Father told me after I left my story spread like a brush fire and the prayer group grew to three times its size. Although I never visited that place again, they coninued to talk about "that kid from Holyoke" with awe and respect. Father was so blessed to find my article, he just had to call me. He and I will get together next month when I go out to visit my Mom for her birthday. We all are making an impact on the people around us. May we allow our Big Brother to make us fruitful for the kingdom.
Gary
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
the limits of civility
written 9/13/2009
Much commentary has been made about congressman Joe Wilson's outburst during the president's speech Wednesday night. It was not something any of us like to see in a solemn setting like this. Mr. Wilson apologized immediately, citing his own weakness in overcoming "the passion of the moment". He says the outburst "You lie" was not pre-meditated. I take him at his word, seeing no evidence to contradict his statement. But it raised a question in my own mind - is there ever a time when such a harsh rebuke could be justified? Is politeness the highest value in the land? What about the truth?
Just hours before the speech, Mr. Wilson was reviewing HR 3200, the house version of the bill to revamp our health care system in the United States. He had just concluded from his reading and research that there were no guarantees against giving free medical care to illegal aliens in this country at the expense of tax-paying citizens. Whether this country should do this is a matter of intense debate. Mr. Wilson and many citizens don't believe it is right to spend tax money on something like this without a real clear decision made by the American people to do so. This was the background to his surprising shout. Most of us recognize our own propensity to do something like that, even against our own better judgment. Our laws make a distinction between a "crime of passion" and pre-meditated murder, which is not to say that speech comes close to a crime like that.
George Bush made a personal decision, announced in his first inaugural speech, to set a "new tone" in Washington. For better or worse, he was tired of the partisan wrangling, harsh allegations, and insults regularly tossed about between the two political parties. Some considered this as an honorable goal, something missing in our government, but others thought his judgment here to be naive. His opponents fashioned his style to be "tone deaf", a stubborn refusal to listen to his critics. There were things said about George Bush that shocked even some Democrats. Some critics even wished for his assassination and even made a movie on how it could be done. Our former president was not blind either, acknowledging "the one finger salute" he received in a visit to Canada. Bush went out of his way to show respect to all, even his harshest enemies. Bill and Hillary Clinton were invited to the White House during Bush's first term for the unveiling of their White House official portraits and the president found many good things to say about the former president and First Lady. I remember that occasion vividly and was struck at by his kind words. The very next day Hillary made several demeaning and insulting statements about Bush's decisions and motives.
I'm the first person to say that we should not sink to the level of our opponents. There is a time and a place to question someone's knowledge and competency. Sometimes we even have to wonder what motivates others to do what they do. The downside to Bush's style was that many good people began to believe his opponents, since the president did not appear to defend his actions and statements. It raised some questions in many minds and over time his poll numbers reflected that. Some have made the case that the elections of 2006 and 2008 reflect on Bush's approach, at least partially. I believe he had noble intentions and much good has come from his example. He just went too far.
A very wise priest and spiritual leader, Father Benedict Groeschel was once asked if he had any regrets to his 50 years of ministry. He said : "I think I placed too much value of prudence. There were times I should have spoken out more forcefully when bad things were going on in the Church, but I was told to exercise prudence". I think we need to say the same thing about having a "civil debate". There's a time for debate and there's a time to shout out the truth, lest it be lost in the misguided ideas about what true virtue is.
Gary
Much commentary has been made about congressman Joe Wilson's outburst during the president's speech Wednesday night. It was not something any of us like to see in a solemn setting like this. Mr. Wilson apologized immediately, citing his own weakness in overcoming "the passion of the moment". He says the outburst "You lie" was not pre-meditated. I take him at his word, seeing no evidence to contradict his statement. But it raised a question in my own mind - is there ever a time when such a harsh rebuke could be justified? Is politeness the highest value in the land? What about the truth?
Just hours before the speech, Mr. Wilson was reviewing HR 3200, the house version of the bill to revamp our health care system in the United States. He had just concluded from his reading and research that there were no guarantees against giving free medical care to illegal aliens in this country at the expense of tax-paying citizens. Whether this country should do this is a matter of intense debate. Mr. Wilson and many citizens don't believe it is right to spend tax money on something like this without a real clear decision made by the American people to do so. This was the background to his surprising shout. Most of us recognize our own propensity to do something like that, even against our own better judgment. Our laws make a distinction between a "crime of passion" and pre-meditated murder, which is not to say that speech comes close to a crime like that.
George Bush made a personal decision, announced in his first inaugural speech, to set a "new tone" in Washington. For better or worse, he was tired of the partisan wrangling, harsh allegations, and insults regularly tossed about between the two political parties. Some considered this as an honorable goal, something missing in our government, but others thought his judgment here to be naive. His opponents fashioned his style to be "tone deaf", a stubborn refusal to listen to his critics. There were things said about George Bush that shocked even some Democrats. Some critics even wished for his assassination and even made a movie on how it could be done. Our former president was not blind either, acknowledging "the one finger salute" he received in a visit to Canada. Bush went out of his way to show respect to all, even his harshest enemies. Bill and Hillary Clinton were invited to the White House during Bush's first term for the unveiling of their White House official portraits and the president found many good things to say about the former president and First Lady. I remember that occasion vividly and was struck at by his kind words. The very next day Hillary made several demeaning and insulting statements about Bush's decisions and motives.
I'm the first person to say that we should not sink to the level of our opponents. There is a time and a place to question someone's knowledge and competency. Sometimes we even have to wonder what motivates others to do what they do. The downside to Bush's style was that many good people began to believe his opponents, since the president did not appear to defend his actions and statements. It raised some questions in many minds and over time his poll numbers reflected that. Some have made the case that the elections of 2006 and 2008 reflect on Bush's approach, at least partially. I believe he had noble intentions and much good has come from his example. He just went too far.
A very wise priest and spiritual leader, Father Benedict Groeschel was once asked if he had any regrets to his 50 years of ministry. He said : "I think I placed too much value of prudence. There were times I should have spoken out more forcefully when bad things were going on in the Church, but I was told to exercise prudence". I think we need to say the same thing about having a "civil debate". There's a time for debate and there's a time to shout out the truth, lest it be lost in the misguided ideas about what true virtue is.
Gary
marriage - what a gift we have in each other
(written 2/15/2010)
I am full of gratitude, wonder, and joy for the gift of my marriage. Today is our 34th anniversary - more than a third of a century together in unbroken trust.
Love, faith, hope, hard work, trials, set backs, forgiveness, renewal, discovery, commitment, and unmerited grace and mercy are part of our story. There are some things that are hard to put into words because the totality of what this means is huge. Our union has changed both of us forever and given us so many wonderful things, some we needed, some we desired, and many things just pure gifts. Since no human is perfect in this life, we still struggle against our own tendencies that sometimes work against peace and unity. I'm so glad when we wrote our own vows (it was the 1970s - what can I say?), we included the phrase "I will forgive you always". That has saved me countless times, including this past week! Most of our disagreements are over stupid, inconsequential things. Alas, we humans carry so much baggage, it would sink us if we didn't have a way to disengage from past hurts, frustrations, and grief.
One of the biggest surprises for me this past year is how much we are still learning about each other. One would think after so much time and thousands of hours of talking, we would know all that can be known about each other, yet that is not true. We are still learning things about ourselves, things we have never communicated about because we did not know it ourselves. The light of Ellen's insights into my personality reveal undiscovered things, secret preferences and attitudes I have that I don't know myself. And I bring light to her as well. This is possible only because we trust each other. The years of steady love, affirmation, and respect changes everything. We are re-making each other and calling each other on to be the best version of ourselves. Sometimes that is a difficult transition, but the fruit is good. The fruit of our union is very, very good. Blessed be God, who gives us everything good - beyond all hope, calculation, or dream.
I am full of gratitude, wonder, and joy for the gift of my marriage. Today is our 34th anniversary - more than a third of a century together in unbroken trust.
Love, faith, hope, hard work, trials, set backs, forgiveness, renewal, discovery, commitment, and unmerited grace and mercy are part of our story. There are some things that are hard to put into words because the totality of what this means is huge. Our union has changed both of us forever and given us so many wonderful things, some we needed, some we desired, and many things just pure gifts. Since no human is perfect in this life, we still struggle against our own tendencies that sometimes work against peace and unity. I'm so glad when we wrote our own vows (it was the 1970s - what can I say?), we included the phrase "I will forgive you always". That has saved me countless times, including this past week! Most of our disagreements are over stupid, inconsequential things. Alas, we humans carry so much baggage, it would sink us if we didn't have a way to disengage from past hurts, frustrations, and grief.
One of the biggest surprises for me this past year is how much we are still learning about each other. One would think after so much time and thousands of hours of talking, we would know all that can be known about each other, yet that is not true. We are still learning things about ourselves, things we have never communicated about because we did not know it ourselves. The light of Ellen's insights into my personality reveal undiscovered things, secret preferences and attitudes I have that I don't know myself. And I bring light to her as well. This is possible only because we trust each other. The years of steady love, affirmation, and respect changes everything. We are re-making each other and calling each other on to be the best version of ourselves. Sometimes that is a difficult transition, but the fruit is good. The fruit of our union is very, very good. Blessed be God, who gives us everything good - beyond all hope, calculation, or dream.
the grass withers, the flower fades . . . God's word lives on
I was thinking just this morning in prayer (at 4 am!) that this aging thing is tough. But we do have an opportunity as we age for more reflection. Since the body slows down, even breaks down, we retreat into our inner sanctum, where we find a different, deeper wisdom. For me, this is a place where I can hear God. So the body's decay/breakdown/slowdown CAN be an opportunity to look at our lives in a different (more spiritual) way. I greatly value my physical health. With the inevitable changes that come with age, we have choices to make: to feel sorry for myself and lament to loss of our youth & vigor or to use all our energy and resources trying to re-create our youth. Or we can accept life on life's terms - do what we can to care for our bodies, but discover our inner resources that are always there. We tend to ignore these inner things when the body drives our daily routine.
I'm fortunate that I never required lots of sleep. 5 and 1/2 to 6 hours is enough and the rare 7 hours is really sleeping in! But the body clock seems to be migrating East, since I wake up earlier and earlier. I am becoming a monk! Up at 4 am for the day and fading around 10 pm. This is not unique since I know many older folks who live the same way - living by the sun! My house is a monastery at 4 am - quiet, peaceful, with no one else around. This is when I can meet God, Who is always waiting for me. I can read my Bible, pray & worship, and listen for the Master's gentle voice. He is always there but I am rarely still enough to hear. One of the benefits of aging is ability to quiet ourselves long enough to hear the Voice we all want to hear. His wisdom leaps off the pages of the scriptures, the Holy Spirit reminds us of all that Jesus said and did, and inspirations pour into our soul. My mind can think clearly in the early morning, not encumbered by the demands of my busy life.
I feel sorry for the many folks I know who panic or despair when the body's aging becomes manifest. My Mom and other older relatives are so unhappy and desperate over the inevitable process we all live with. A certain measure of acceptance goes a long way to bring tranquility. We just have to live just for today. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Gary
I'm fortunate that I never required lots of sleep. 5 and 1/2 to 6 hours is enough and the rare 7 hours is really sleeping in! But the body clock seems to be migrating East, since I wake up earlier and earlier. I am becoming a monk! Up at 4 am for the day and fading around 10 pm. This is not unique since I know many older folks who live the same way - living by the sun! My house is a monastery at 4 am - quiet, peaceful, with no one else around. This is when I can meet God, Who is always waiting for me. I can read my Bible, pray & worship, and listen for the Master's gentle voice. He is always there but I am rarely still enough to hear. One of the benefits of aging is ability to quiet ourselves long enough to hear the Voice we all want to hear. His wisdom leaps off the pages of the scriptures, the Holy Spirit reminds us of all that Jesus said and did, and inspirations pour into our soul. My mind can think clearly in the early morning, not encumbered by the demands of my busy life.
I feel sorry for the many folks I know who panic or despair when the body's aging becomes manifest. My Mom and other older relatives are so unhappy and desperate over the inevitable process we all live with. A certain measure of acceptance goes a long way to bring tranquility. We just have to live just for today. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Gary
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Who Am I ?
(written May 14, 2010)
I woke up with an overwhelming desire to thank God for my wonderful, rich life with Him and for all His many gifts to me. My mind is searching to find the right words of praise to offer Him. I strain to say the inexpressible and to speak words of love in a new language, unknown to mortal men. Even in this, I depend on His goodness. How do I thank Him enough for the Gift of the Holy Spirit, which gives me words of praise, love, and adoration that He alone can comprehend? On the eve of the celebrating my 60 years on this planet, I opened my Bible to my bookmark this morning to find the words of Psalm 103, which say so many things in my heart -
"Bless the Lord, my soul,
bless his holy name, all that is in me!
Bless the Lord, my soul,
and remember all his kindnesses:
in forgiving all your offenses,
in curing all your diseases,
in redeeming your life from the Pit,
in crowning you with love and tenderness,
in filling your years with prosperity,
in renewing your youth like an eagle's.
The Lord, who always does what is right,
is always on the side of the oppressed . . .
The Lord is tender and compassionate,
slow to anger, most loving;
his indignation does not last forever,
his resentment exists a short time only;
he never treats us, never punishes us,
as our guilt and our sins deserve.
No less than the height of heaven over the earth
is the greatness of his love for those who fear him;
he takes our sins farther away
than the east is from the west.
As tenderly as a father treats his children,
so the Lord treats those who fear him;
he knows what we are made of,
he remembers we are dust.
Man lasts no longer than the grass,
no longer than a wild flower he lives,
one gust of wind, and he is gone,
never to be seen again . . . ".
Two songs by Casting Crowns sum up these themes: "Who Am I?" and "East is to West". They are worth a listen - when you have 10 minutes. The words are inspired and the music is compelling.- see attached links to youtube videos
"Who Am I ? ====>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQzhdWJFHbI
"East is to West" ====>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyoVJfADlwo
Gary
I woke up with an overwhelming desire to thank God for my wonderful, rich life with Him and for all His many gifts to me. My mind is searching to find the right words of praise to offer Him. I strain to say the inexpressible and to speak words of love in a new language, unknown to mortal men. Even in this, I depend on His goodness. How do I thank Him enough for the Gift of the Holy Spirit, which gives me words of praise, love, and adoration that He alone can comprehend? On the eve of the celebrating my 60 years on this planet, I opened my Bible to my bookmark this morning to find the words of Psalm 103, which say so many things in my heart -
"Bless the Lord, my soul,
bless his holy name, all that is in me!
Bless the Lord, my soul,
and remember all his kindnesses:
in forgiving all your offenses,
in curing all your diseases,
in redeeming your life from the Pit,
in crowning you with love and tenderness,
in filling your years with prosperity,
in renewing your youth like an eagle's.
The Lord, who always does what is right,
is always on the side of the oppressed . . .
The Lord is tender and compassionate,
slow to anger, most loving;
his indignation does not last forever,
his resentment exists a short time only;
he never treats us, never punishes us,
as our guilt and our sins deserve.
No less than the height of heaven over the earth
is the greatness of his love for those who fear him;
he takes our sins farther away
than the east is from the west.
As tenderly as a father treats his children,
so the Lord treats those who fear him;
he knows what we are made of,
he remembers we are dust.
Man lasts no longer than the grass,
no longer than a wild flower he lives,
one gust of wind, and he is gone,
never to be seen again . . . ".
Two songs by Casting Crowns sum up these themes: "Who Am I?" and "East is to West". They are worth a listen - when you have 10 minutes. The words are inspired and the music is compelling.- see attached links to youtube videos
"Who Am I ? ====>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQzhdWJFHbI
"East is to West" ====>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyoVJfADlwo
Gary
Before the Dawn of Time . . . Loved !
(written May 15, 2010)
It is astounding, wonderful, and very exciting to see my 60th birthday arrive today. Friends and family are asking me "How does it feel to be 60?". It may take me days, even weeks, to unpack all the emotions rushing in, like an unexpected tide. I am not a simple man. I'm ok with that. A tsunami of feelings swirl about me. One friend sent me a card with a man in the churning ocean surf as a giant, 40-foot wave curls over his head. A good image to convey how this day feels to me. Awesome. Breathtaking. Good, very, very good!
I am overwhelmed by all the love. One friend from high school wrote to remind me of how God used me to turn his life around. He called me up late one evening in 1970 to say "goodbye", wanting to "end it all". Whether God called me to intervene or I suffered from a "messiah complex", I decided to leave immediately to help him. With no car, my only option at that late hour was to hitchhike to Buffalo. Once you leave the bright lights of Boston, the Massachusetts Turnpike is a very dark road. I ended up walking backwards with my thumb out for many miles on the shoulder of the road. I sang in tongues and watched the stars in the Milky Way shine bright. I was happy and excited. Finally a car pulled over and a middle aged man told me to get in. It soon became apparent that he was drunk and was losing his battle to stay awake. He abruptly asked me "Can you drive?" and before I could answer, he pulled to a stop, got up and moved to the back seat, laid down and fell asleep. I did all the driving and made Buffalo by daybreak. It may have been two lives that were saved that night.
God has used me many times in the last 40 years since my "baptism with fire". He works in me, through me, and often, in spite of me. I have failed Him too, more than I want to admit. Yet "He remembers our frame; He remembers we are dust". And so we rise each day, ready to begin again. Getting to this age with good health, great joy, deep peace, hope, and enthusiasm to continue serving Him is His gift. The greatest gift is to know Him and to be taken by Him. His ear listens for my voice. He calls me His child, loved before the dawn of time, with a mission and a purpose only I can fulfill. My true identity is hidden, even from me, until that glorious day when all will be made known. In the time remaining here on this planet, I want to give Him my all. I want to surrender completely.
Gary
It is astounding, wonderful, and very exciting to see my 60th birthday arrive today. Friends and family are asking me "How does it feel to be 60?". It may take me days, even weeks, to unpack all the emotions rushing in, like an unexpected tide. I am not a simple man. I'm ok with that. A tsunami of feelings swirl about me. One friend sent me a card with a man in the churning ocean surf as a giant, 40-foot wave curls over his head. A good image to convey how this day feels to me. Awesome. Breathtaking. Good, very, very good!
I am overwhelmed by all the love. One friend from high school wrote to remind me of how God used me to turn his life around. He called me up late one evening in 1970 to say "goodbye", wanting to "end it all". Whether God called me to intervene or I suffered from a "messiah complex", I decided to leave immediately to help him. With no car, my only option at that late hour was to hitchhike to Buffalo. Once you leave the bright lights of Boston, the Massachusetts Turnpike is a very dark road. I ended up walking backwards with my thumb out for many miles on the shoulder of the road. I sang in tongues and watched the stars in the Milky Way shine bright. I was happy and excited. Finally a car pulled over and a middle aged man told me to get in. It soon became apparent that he was drunk and was losing his battle to stay awake. He abruptly asked me "Can you drive?" and before I could answer, he pulled to a stop, got up and moved to the back seat, laid down and fell asleep. I did all the driving and made Buffalo by daybreak. It may have been two lives that were saved that night.
God has used me many times in the last 40 years since my "baptism with fire". He works in me, through me, and often, in spite of me. I have failed Him too, more than I want to admit. Yet "He remembers our frame; He remembers we are dust". And so we rise each day, ready to begin again. Getting to this age with good health, great joy, deep peace, hope, and enthusiasm to continue serving Him is His gift. The greatest gift is to know Him and to be taken by Him. His ear listens for my voice. He calls me His child, loved before the dawn of time, with a mission and a purpose only I can fulfill. My true identity is hidden, even from me, until that glorious day when all will be made known. In the time remaining here on this planet, I want to give Him my all. I want to surrender completely.
Gary
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