Dear America,
happy new year...I guess.
And on that note, let me preface whatever it is I have to say today with this: this is G just going through the motions.
It's called getting my feet wet -- fully recognizing this girl is still half stuck in the remains of 2012. Completely overwrought with how it all came to a close, it seems rather useless to think we can start the year with any semblance of a new attitude. And yet, we try.
The ability to keep trying, striving to give life our very best, is what we do as human beings (at least for the upright, decent, accountable, and good ones, right). And really, when we really think about it, there seems to be little value to a life that comes too easily; as though it is only through adversity, challenges, and the testing of one's soul that we discover who we really are deep down inside.
And with that, sometimes, what shocks a peaceful neck of the woods far, far away ricochets off the back of the universe, bouncing from the edge of reason and through the heart of everyone in it's wake, settling in to stay with us for some time to come. Is it fair for me to have had such a blessed Christmas when the entire community of Newtown, Connecticut was brought to it's knees?
It's not even fair to answer.
And then there are things that happen worlds away -- every single day.
Did you happen to see the story out of Oregon over the past week, after the discovery of a plea for help from a Chinese labor camp? It was a message in a box of Halloween decorations, click here.
and immediately adding,
No. Not everyone does.
But for the rest of us -- through adversity -- our heart and soul teaches us to respond as one human being to another; it's the kind of knee-jerk reaction God looks for in all of us, to fix what is broken, to protect those who can't protect themselves.
What has to take precedence within any upstanding society then becomes very simple; it begins with teaching the divinity of being human and builds a foundation upon the principles that fully support the value of being human in every way possible, for everyones protection.
What happened in America just over two hundred years ago gave us the footprint to fill, to follow through the meandering mountains and valleys, in good times and bad. The founders declared that our rights -- what's commonly referred to as our "universal rights," as part of the human condition -- came directly from God. We, as a people, recognized with every fiber of our being, that each and every right to live, prosper and find our happiness came from Something far greater than man. And to that end, government -- as limited as we could ever make it -- has absolutely nothing to do with it.
We continued to follow this path for quite some time -- taking time out of our busy lives to worship on Sundays, taking a moment of prayer or silence in schools, waking up to be of service to humanity in the every day.
With respect to the now in the every day, the clear and present danger of the disconnection to the divinity of life and where it comes, is showing.
A great many of us are losing all perspective.
Come to think of it, Biden couldn't have given us a better example.
When asked -- in the wake of the 11th-hour lame duck solution that legislates absolutely nothing of real value to the people -- what made all the difference? He reportedly said -- and I kid you not -- "me."
Oh the cockiness of a Vice President, a President, a Congress, a Senate, believing salvation of the collective comes from within the confines of Washington. Such small minds, these men and women beholden to the un-limitedness and overwhelming expanse of a truly misguided government, so chock-full of their own humanity they are choking on it. [For more on the audacity of politics agenda, go here for full replay of the president from yesterday, just hours before Biden saved us from ruin.]
Does it always have to end this way?
I know, I know, the year has only just begun.
...and a big fat happy new year to you, too -- and you, and you, and you sitting over there in the corner 'wondering what kind of difference could little old me ever make?'
There is possibly a letter to write -- maybe even risking life and limb to stuff it into a box -- so that one day somebody clear across the other side of the world could find it and plaster it all over the world-wide-web for all to see. For in this day, we all see you Shenyang, China.
Will it be a new year, same people, same as the last or same as the first? It's a good question.
In this new year, let us do everything in our own power to put our best foot forward for the betterment of all of humanity, shall we? All of us. It's just an all-round good way to start, doncha think?
Make it a Good Day, G
happy new year...I guess.
And on that note, let me preface whatever it is I have to say today with this: this is G just going through the motions.
It's called getting my feet wet -- fully recognizing this girl is still half stuck in the remains of 2012. Completely overwrought with how it all came to a close, it seems rather useless to think we can start the year with any semblance of a new attitude. And yet, we try.
The ability to keep trying, striving to give life our very best, is what we do as human beings (at least for the upright, decent, accountable, and good ones, right). And really, when we really think about it, there seems to be little value to a life that comes too easily; as though it is only through adversity, challenges, and the testing of one's soul that we discover who we really are deep down inside.
And with that, sometimes, what shocks a peaceful neck of the woods far, far away ricochets off the back of the universe, bouncing from the edge of reason and through the heart of everyone in it's wake, settling in to stay with us for some time to come. Is it fair for me to have had such a blessed Christmas when the entire community of Newtown, Connecticut was brought to it's knees?
It's not even fair to answer.
And then there are things that happen worlds away -- every single day.
Did you happen to see the story out of Oregon over the past week, after the discovery of a plea for help from a Chinese labor camp? It was a message in a box of Halloween decorations, click here.
"If you occasionally buy this product, please kindly resend this letter to the World Human Right Organization,” the unsigned letter read. “Thousands people here who are under the persicution [sic] of the Chinese Communist Party Government will thank and remember you forever."
that the organization could not confirm the origin or authenticity of the letter."and immediately adding,
"But not everyone does."
No. Not everyone does.
But for the rest of us -- through adversity -- our heart and soul teaches us to respond as one human being to another; it's the kind of knee-jerk reaction God looks for in all of us, to fix what is broken, to protect those who can't protect themselves.
What has to take precedence within any upstanding society then becomes very simple; it begins with teaching the divinity of being human and builds a foundation upon the principles that fully support the value of being human in every way possible, for everyones protection.
What happened in America just over two hundred years ago gave us the footprint to fill, to follow through the meandering mountains and valleys, in good times and bad. The founders declared that our rights -- what's commonly referred to as our "universal rights," as part of the human condition -- came directly from God. We, as a people, recognized with every fiber of our being, that each and every right to live, prosper and find our happiness came from Something far greater than man. And to that end, government -- as limited as we could ever make it -- has absolutely nothing to do with it.
We continued to follow this path for quite some time -- taking time out of our busy lives to worship on Sundays, taking a moment of prayer or silence in schools, waking up to be of service to humanity in the every day.
With respect to the now in the every day, the clear and present danger of the disconnection to the divinity of life and where it comes, is showing.
A great many of us are losing all perspective.
Come to think of it, Biden couldn't have given us a better example.
When asked -- in the wake of the 11th-hour lame duck solution that legislates absolutely nothing of real value to the people -- what made all the difference? He reportedly said -- and I kid you not -- "me."
Oh the cockiness of a Vice President, a President, a Congress, a Senate, believing salvation of the collective comes from within the confines of Washington. Such small minds, these men and women beholden to the un-limitedness and overwhelming expanse of a truly misguided government, so chock-full of their own humanity they are choking on it. [For more on the audacity of politics agenda, go here for full replay of the president from yesterday, just hours before Biden saved us from ruin.]
Does it always have to end this way?
I know, I know, the year has only just begun.
...and a big fat happy new year to you, too -- and you, and you, and you sitting over there in the corner 'wondering what kind of difference could little old me ever make?'
There is possibly a letter to write -- maybe even risking life and limb to stuff it into a box -- so that one day somebody clear across the other side of the world could find it and plaster it all over the world-wide-web for all to see. For in this day, we all see you Shenyang, China.
Will it be a new year, same people, same as the last or same as the first? It's a good question.
In this new year, let us do everything in our own power to put our best foot forward for the betterment of all of humanity, shall we? All of us. It's just an all-round good way to start, doncha think?
Make it a Good Day, G
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