5.83 New Year’s Goals

I woke up yesterday, January first 2015 with a belly full of hope and a brain full of ideas of what I was going to accomplish in this upcoming year. I, like many other human beings when given a calendar with a new year number and a bunch of empty squares are immediately filled with the desire to create an assortment of tasks and goals for which to fill those squares.  Tasks which become the benchmark on how successful our year was.

So I set about the annual tradition of creating my goal list for 2015.  A list that in the past that has included items such as eating more donuts and learning all the words to the Nicene Creed.  Two goals by the way that I failed to accomplish.  Surprisingly enough eating a donut a day is much tougher than it sounds, although this was probably my most delicious goal I’ve ever set.

Goal #1
Start a Procrastinator’s Club

Mundane or Memroy

This one has been a desire of mine for the past 8.5 years.  Ever since July of 2007 I’ve wanted to start a club devoted to procrastinators.  I’m not saying that I’m a procrastinator, I just saw a need in the market for a club dedicated to the art of procrastination.  This is something that I want to get started in 2015 and yesterday I was supposed to write the bylaws.  Something that after opening up the computer to begin the process of creating bylaws and other procedural documents I put off in leu of riding my bike trainer.  I mean I’ll get this club started in 2015, I’ll just start working on it tomorrow.

Goal #2
Don’t Forget My Pillow

If you have ever traveled with me, and if you have consider yourself lucky as I make an excellent travel companion full of wit and handsome to boot, you will often times notice that I forget my pillow.  I don’t know why I always forget my pillow, I just do.  There have been many a trip where my pillow has remained at home and I end up using a sweatshirt or a pair of jeans to rest my head.  Now it’s not that I don’t mind sleeping on a pile of crumbled up dirty denim, I find it lovely at times expect when your head rolls over the rivets.  No it’s that I need to get a little better at remembering the small details in my life.  I sometimes get lost in the big picture of where I’m going and forget the small, yet important details, like a pillow, and I need to get better at looking at all the small details while keeping an eye on the big picture.

Goal #3
Upgrade my phone to OS8

OS8 scares me and I’ve resisted the upgrade to the new operating system, but not in 2015. No sir I’m upgrading to OS8 this year.

Goal #4
Race my bike

Pack Fodder Practice

This year I want to get up early on a Saturday morning with butterflies swarming in my stomach, get myself dressed in a kit that doesn’t quite match, and head to some dot on a map to race bikes with a bunch of other middle aged men who have something to prove.  Bike racing scares me and intrigues me at the same time, but I know if I don’t race at some point in my life I will deeply regret it when I’m 80 years old and sipping milkshakes on my front porch.  I’d rather be able to regale my grandchildren with epic stories about how their grandfather was pack fodder at small time Cat 5 races, then tell them tales of how I spent every Saturday going to Home Depot to look for deck boards and new kitchen faucets, speaking of which I do need some new deck boards.

Goal #5
Give stuff away

I have too much stuff and I need to give my stuff away.  I don’t know how I got so much stuff, but I have too much of it.  I think 10 plus years of Saturday morning trips to town have added up and I now have too much stuff and I need to get rid of it.  If you are in need of some stuff let me know and I’ll be happy to give it to you.  My stuff is pretty nice, it’s not all beat up.  I do have one caveat attached to this, I do not have too much bike stuff.  I’ve researched this and a scientist once told me that the science has decided that it is impossible to have too much bike stuff and hey who am I to argue with science.

Goal #5.75
Be more awesome

IMG_1124Going to take my awesomeness to the next level in 2015. Which in case your wondering is level 11 on a scale on 1-10. Yeah I’m that awesome.

Goal # 5.83
Grow in my faith

This is something that I all to often put off to tomorrow, where at night I often find I’ve forgot this important detail of my life.  I’m scared to upgrade and grow in my faith, convincing myself that time spent at Home Depot is more important than time spent racing around the inner workings of my brain wrestling with why I believe.  In the end when I do grow in my faith, I am more willing to give it to others, which in the end is pretty awesome.

Crucifix

God Bless and have a happy new year

Slip Sliding Away

Dawn

Let it be known that I do not sleep with my laptop or any other electronics with me.  As a writer, I am fully aware that I am running the risk of losing the next great blog piece or some other novel idea by not keeping my tools of the trade at the ready. In fact, had I had a computer next to me this morning, you would be reading a completely different piece than the drivel I am currently writing.

This morning I had the perfect blog piece, it made so much sense, was full of so much wit it would have no doubt been one of my best ever.  I lay there writing the intro, the body and the conclusion in my head and yes I will even admit I did emit an audible laugh in my sleep, my friend the piece was that good.

The sun was still well below the horizon when my feet hit the floor.  I set about the day, making a note that when I have a moment I should write down this most excellent blog post. Well, I have to admit the day, like my dreamy blog post, got away from me.

I didn’t intend for this to happen.  I meant to write the post on my lunch break, but instead spent it catching up on social media and the latest news.  I meant to write when I got home from work, but it was time for supper, time to watch my dog aimlessly lick some random spot in the carpet.  Then it was time to help my daughter with her homework, nighttime snack, make sure her teeth get brushed and the  other various chores and routines that make life worth living.

I now sit in front of a nearly blank computer display trying desperately to remember what the genius of a blog post was all about.  I think it had something to do with railroad tracks and Saint Joseph, nope that isn’t it maybe it was….nope that’s not it.  Oh forget it too be honest I’m now more intrigued why my dog is fixated on that spot in the carpet than I am on remembering my blog post.

It’s not only blog posts that get away from us as we go about our daily lives.  I often find all to often it too easy to forgo prayer. I mean I intend to spend time with God, I’ll do it just as soon as I finish this report, or once teeth are brushed or once this episode of “insert show title here” is over with.  How easy it is to keep sliding communion with God down our to do list, but don’t let it slip too far down on your list.

Prioritize your time to include time in prayer.  God desires a relationship with you, isn’t it time you desired the same?

Deep Thought Friday

Catechism Clips

Catechism Clips (Photo credit: thicke)

I’ve been awefully busy as of late so I’ve missed my last two weeks worth of Deep Thought Fridays.  I also fell extrtemely behind in my reading of the Catechism in a year.  I was somewhere in the vicinity of 30+ pages behind, but thanks to a marathon session and a large glass of tea I am once again caught back up.

SInce I was so behind, I’m not sure if this paragraph was in this weeks readings or not, but I really don’t mind if it wasn’t.  During my marathon session this particular paragraph provided much deep thought for me.  It is on the topic of how can God allow evil things to happen.  Food for thought.

324      The fact that God permits physical and even moral evil is a mystery that God illuminates by his Son Jesus Christ who died and rose to vanquish evil. Faith gives us the certainty that God would not permit an evil if he did not cause a good to come from that very evil, by ways that we shall fully know only in eternal life.

 

Enjoy your weekend. God Bless.

Deep thought Friday…What’s in a Name

 

Today’s deep thought has me focusing the importance of names.  The Catechism spells out why God revealed Himself and His name beautifully.

 

211      The divine name, “I Am” or “He Is,” expresses God’s faithfulness: despite the faithlessness of men’s sin and the punishment it deserves, he keeps “steadfast love for thousands.”21 By going so far as to give up his own Son for us, God reveals that he is “rich in mercy.”22 By giving his life to free us from sin, Jesus reveals that he himself bears the divine name: “When you have lifted up the Son of man, then you will realize that ‘I Am.’”23(604)

God alone IS

 

I realize that I am a day ahead in the read the Catechism in a year plan here, but what can I say this paragraph really spoke to me.  Have a great weekend.

 

 

God's mysterious ways

God’s mysterious ways (Photo credit: timtom.ch)

Deep Thought Friday

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This week’s trick or treating activities have left me in a self induced sugar coma, so my regular blog post has been put on hold until my insulin levels return to normal.  Despite the coma, I was able to keep up on my catechism reading and here is this weeks paragraph that stands out to me.

 

This paragraph concisely addresses the issues of Faith vs Science:

 

159      Faith and science: “Though faith is above reason, there can never be any real discrepancy between faith and reason. Since the same God who reveals mysteries and infuses faith has bestowed the light of reason on the human mind, God cannot deny himself, nor can truth ever contradict truth.”37 “Consequently, methodical research in all branches of knowledge, provided it is carried out in a truly scientific manner and does not override moral laws, can never conflict with the faith, because the things of the world and the things of faith derive from the same God. The humble and persevering investigator of the secrets of nature is being led, as it were, by the hand of God in spite of himself, for it is God, the conserver of all things, who made them what they are.”38 (2832293)

Look for regular blog posts to resume next week.  I have a few in the hopper that I’ll finish once I learn how to say no to Snickers and Skittles.  Have a great weekend.

 

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

The peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  It has been a staple in the lunch box of many a school aged child and is probably the humblest of all the sandwiches.  It isn’t as flashy as a ham and swiss nor is it as exotic as some sandwich sporting guacamole or alfalfa sprouts.  However, what PB&J lacks in flash it makes up in substance.

I consider myself an expert PB&J sandwich maker.  Making hundreds if not thousands of them in my life.  They are very simple to make.  Two pieces of bread, some jelly, some peanut butter and put it all together and viola you have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  It’s so easy even a child could do it, they won’t, but they could.

The other morning as I was busy making a PB&J and while I was spreading the peanut butter on one piece of bread I starting thinking about marriage and what it really means to be married.  This thought process continued as I spread the jelly on the other piece of bread.  I set both pieces of prepped bread down on the counter before and as I wiped the excess jelly off my knife inspiration struck.

Marriage is exactly like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  The secret to a happy and healthy marriage can be found inside the humblest of all the sandwiches.

How is marriage like a PB&J you ask?  Very simple.  The sacrament of marriage can be easily demonstrated in the making of the sandwich.

To make a PB&J you need a piece of bread with jelly on it (the female) and a piece of bread with peanut butter on it (the male).  Now before you go making some sophomoric joke about the boy bread having nuts, I wish to explain that I chose the jelly side to be female because according to the old nursery rhyme girls are make of sugar and spice and every thing nice and not because I wanted the boy bread to have nuts.  The fact it worked out that way is in my mind proof of Divine intervention.

So anyway, now you have before you a female piece of bread, and a male piece of bread.  Just like you have a female bride and a male groom.  Now in order to make the sandwich you must put them together.  Sandwiches don’t just magically get made you know, there has to be some sort of action in order for the sandwich to be made.

You put the two pieces of bread together and now you have a freshly made PB&J.  A sandwich made from two separate pieces of bread joined together by the sandwich maker. Once joined, each piece of bread, while still retaining its outward appearance of bread is now a sandwich.

The same things happens when two people enter into a sacramental marriage.  They are enter into a sacramental union that only God can separate.  While the bride and groom may still like they did before they got married, the marriage vows join them in a sacramental bond.  Just like the bond peanut butter has with jelly.

Want further proof that the PB&J is the perfect analogy for marriage.  Try unmaking a PB&J.  If you try you will find out there is going to be jelly in the peanut butter and peanut butter in the jelly.  You can’t unmake a PB&J once it’s made it’s made. Just like you can’t unmake a valid sacramental marriage. Only God can do that.

Even though the PB&J is one of the humblest of all the sandwiches it does provide valuable insight into marriage. Lets see the ham and swiss do that.  As an added benefit a properly made PB&J sandwich, provides the nourishment and support children need.  I guess the PB&J are kids favorites for a reason.