I had a great compliment from a fellow blogger when they said, ‘that my blogs were always so positive.’
Being positive, toward life, is a decision that I made when I was a youth.
My mother and father, divorced when I was 6 years old. I loved my dad…and could not understand how he left mom and I. Mom suffered from the separation…for years…and really…church and a dedication to the christian life…was our salvation.
I found myself, during my childhood years, being able to think quite negatively about an abundance of subjects; including the lot that life had dealt mom and I.
I remember, distinctly deciding, to focus my attitude on the positive outlook of life and to ignore the negative occurrences that trouble all of us…along the path of life.
I am a worrier. I worry about everything. However, it has occurred to me on numerous occasions, that God is in control of our lives and we really need not worry about anything.
We did not request entrance to this world…and our opinion has not been sought as to our time of exit…and so…enjoy the ride!
At one time…I was hungry…and now I understand and empathize with my brothers and sisters when they do not have enough to eat.
At one time…I could not pay my bills…and I was working…18 hours per day.
At one time…I was lonely…and God gave me a wonderful family.
At one time…people made fun of my clothes…and thought me less than capable of their achievements.
Through keeping an upbeat and positive attitude I have been able to trust God and work for; food and clothing and housing and land and positions of respect in the work and, general, community.
I learned that there is more that unites us…than divides us.
I have learned that my; Gay friends and my African American friends and my Jewish friends and my Latino friends and my Muslim friends…are true friends…and I am honored that they consider me their friend!
I learned that hard working, hard scrabble people, have some of the largest hearts!
I worried about my sons…but they have turned out to be, stellar, adults…and professionals…and gentlemen.
I worried about my, dear, wife and various health issues that she has battled…but she has always came through in good shape and with her, inherent, dry sense of humor.
I worried about, SIU’s Building Services, and the fear that we would be contracted out or that a member of my team would not be treated properly…but, we made it through…and I hear that some of my former colleagues…miss me.
I was asked to speak, a couple of Sundays ago, regarding Stewardship…and what it means to me.
The governing body of the First Presbyterian Church is called the Session. I was a member of the Stewardship, area, of this group, for 3 years. I was asked to speak regarding the subject, what the church means to me, and I reflected on the many, precious, parishioners, that have passed away…since my, first attendance 20 years ago.
If I speak in church, which I have done seldomly…for many years, I ask God to help me and speak through me…as I am convinced that my, simple, words will have little meaning to the congregation.
We, humans, seek meaning for our lives…and assurance that someone is watching and that someone cares.