Sunday, March 6, 2016
Sometimes it has to feel bad before it gets better
Grace and greed, since the beginning of time, locked in a perpetual struggle, clamoring and clinging, rattling sabers and sounding the never-ending battle cries of good vs. evil. Mass media today claws at our senses leaving indelible stains of anxiety and frustration on us all, while the air around us grows thick and purple with vitriole and innuendo. Folks are nervous. I am too. Maybe for the same reasons. The "Land of The Free" is starting to look like the "Land of Too Freaked Out To Poop Right".
In our great nation, Intentional blockage of the system has become common-place as a negotiation
technique. I know what Grandma woulda' done. I experienced it first hand as a child.
If your mule is stopped up, you slip a plug of chewing tobacco into his oats and wait. If your elephant is stopped up I imagine you'd just use more tobacco. If someone you love is bound up to the point of discomfort - then it's time for the red rubber hot water bottle - and a few rather delicate "Come To Jesus" moments. After whence, the sun will shine glorious once again, and songbirds will fill the air.
I hate to admit it, but that old woman could put the fear of God into me when it came time to "fix what ails you" Her approach was "Take No Prisoners" . Colonics, Poultices, Whiskey, Cinnamon, Voodoo, burnt horse-hair, prayer, more whiskey, charcoal, and that damned hot water bottle. I stayed real healthy because I knew that getting well could very well kill me.
Her hands weren't soft. She wore Grandads old work shirts and carpenters jeans most of the time. Worked her ass off from sun-up to sundown. I never remember hearing her complain about a single thing.
She would hold my hand, and with the most beautiful voice God ever made, she would remind me " "Sometimes it's going to feel bad before it gets better" "I'll be here with you"
Granny's been gone for a long time now. I think about her every day. I thank God for everything she ever said to me. Her voice comes back to me often - in times of worry or frustration. She was always right. Her wisdom has outlasted a lot of governments, a lot of administrations, a lot of life-changing stuff.
I wish we didn't have to deal with idiots saying and doing hateful stuff and being rewarded for it. But I am sure glad we all have each other. We're gonna need one another. At times like these I have to have faith. In God , in my dogs, in music, In you, in my children and my friends, in Grandma.
The world is a scary place right now. But we must be brave. Things are probably a lot more hopeful than they appear. Healing isn't easy. - but to the black, white, red, green, gay, straight, conservative, liberal, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Lakota,, Hindu, NRA, & PTA - Let's not forget how to forgive, how to give and receive grace , how to live in the example of a simple carpenter from Bethlehem, how to laugh , how to sing, and how to love
I hear her voice as plain as day. It sounds like Gods voice. Can you hear it?
"Sometimes it has to feel bad before it gets better" "I'll be here with you"
"Don't take any wooden nickels"
See ya manana:-)