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God and Judgment and Stuff

August14

I don’t know if God is angry or capricious.

we’ve certainly heard him described as such.

George Landolt, John Stein or Johnny Walker would likely suggest I research the Bible to investigate such a thing. but, reading the Bible is hard. it’s difficult.

I admit it.

but, it’s not that I’m looking for an easy answer; as if I’m seeking instant gratification. the answer to this question could very well take a lifetime to sort-out. and, we may not have that answer until we face Him, fair-and-square.

all that said, God allows really terrible things to happen. John would tell me its all about testing us. that whole “trial in the desert”, thing. but, God seems to let mean people that are willing to take advantage of others prevail quite often.

so, is that the discernment I’ve been going on about on this Blog? some of us have a special gene that allows us to open-up that veritable can of “whup-ass”.

some people are just hurting, and they need to or want to hurt others. and, God appears to stand blithely by. now I’m wondering how judgement works.

speaking of that, all of this, really, I’ll discuss John (a different John, yes) and Sherri, here.

they are in the midst of an ugly divorce. and, of course, the kids are being used as a weapon of mass destruction. all of a sudden, after seven years and two evidently happy kids, John is evil and dangerous. he’s suddenly irresponsible and Sherri has moved a court to only allow him to see his kids under tightly managed supervision.

a date a few weeks back promised to be a milestone as John had been pushing are for a hearing in front of some judge to discuss all of it. by the way… the hearing had been scheduled for months. but, Sherri and her parents decide to take off on a holiday trip with the kids. suddenly the hearing is an inconvenience because sherri will have to interrupt her vacation and fly up for the hearing if it goes through. thusly, her lawyers turn up the heat.

so… here’s an excerpt from a text dialogue John and I had earlier this evening before I took-off for Lacrosse practice.

John: Big win for Sherri today. Looks like I may not get my hearing next week… I will just keep my head up and keep plowing…

Me: How did that happen?

John: Lawyers schedules and judges schedules it seems… It can still happen but there are only two days next week – Wednesday or Friday that may work. Nothing I caqn do about it.

Me: I concur. Too bad a father that wants his children can’t be the priority.

John: Part of dealing with evil. I will get to learn another lesson in life and keep my head high!

Me: Sometimes ignorance and maybe pain is disguised as evil.

John: So sherri is not evil she is just ignorant and full of pain that is why she is keeping [child’s name]  and [child’s name] from their father?

Me: Time will tell. But, you already know her wight and associated issues weigh (sic) her down with angst.

John: Yep so I have to pray for her every day like I always have that she can find a way to deal with it and make herself happy.

Me: Just ask God to heal. Don’t worry about details. Praying with sincerity is hard enough.

John: I will.

interestingly, as I googled “scales of Justice” looking for an image of, well, scales of justice, the following book on Amazon.com ranked high on the first page, Tipping the Scales of Justice: Fighting Weight Based Discrimination [paperback].

What rights, if any, do fat people have? If a child is obese, are the parents legally responsible? Can employers treat overweight employees as different, or disabled? Should fat people be protected by disability laws? Cases of illegal hiring practices, workplace prejudice, harassment, unfair treatment, medical malpractice, and denial of public access are being filed in increasing numbers as the nation continues to obsess over, and misunderstand, weight. 

misunderstood weight?

…more later.

but, meanwhile… for Gods sake. what about the kids? that book is going to cite somewhere that the children of Mothers that eat their sorrow until it crushes everyone around them end up like their Moms. and, when a daughter is denied her earthly Father, all hell breaks loose.

here’s a mental image. that judge should have an obese woman sit on him until he can’t breathe, or until he expedites a hearing, research and a decision that reunite a family under reasonable expectations.

what would God have us see in this opportunity to be crushed by the sheer inaneness of it all?

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

miraculous healing

September24

I’m standing here (literally), and I’m claiming a verified miracle.

For twelve months I’ve been in constant agony with the achilles tendon on both sides. The globe has promised to spin off it’s very axis with the alarm and concern this has generated. In fact, you can read about that here: Brian Cork Injures Achilles Tendon Extreme sporting World Draws Collective Breath.

Running has been next to impossible, except occasionally – and, despite the economy, the makers of Baer Back and Body tablets (super-charged aspirin) have realized a banner year with all of it I’ve literally choked down. Every time I sat still for awhile, or slept, they (the achilles tendons) would go stiff, and I carried myself like an old man, hobbling about, with arthritis in his feet.

Then I started running on the turf field at North Park here in Milton (formerly Alpharetta). I could tolerate that and began to carefully increase my mileage again. The scenery is tenuous. But, I allowed myself to be lost in thought (and, to be certain, many of the worlds issues are potentially resolved) as I hurled myself around the pitch for ever longer periods of time. Late last week I looked up from a cooling-down walk when I heard applause. Joanne had come over to watch me on her way to Publix.

That was cool.

Maybe it was a sign.

I started realizing about that time the pain was easing. Then after a run Wednesday, that included my best effort to date, I realized that I was feeling pretty fit, and there was almost no soreness. Today I came out of the shower with nary a hint of discomfort. To celebrate in my own special way, I knocked-out a quick one-hundred push-ups.

Just like that… Healed.

I knew you, collectively, would rejoice with this august news.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

death is morbid but Meaningful and we need to be Ready

April4

I found myself, and early Thursday morning, looking to the stars while getting ready to walk with Emma Jo to the bus stop.

Amidst the caucaphonic singing of birds I found myself contemplating the twilight, and rapidly processing a broad array of thoughts that included: Gatsby, the “Word” as a lens, Speed Racer (actually, Racer X), and why it is light posts dim when special people draw near.

I thought of Bill Pope, and how he and I would have stood there quietly together, our hands in pockets, putting lines-of-thought together that might have only, and at best, confused (possibly, admittedly, concerned) others. It’s not simple easy understanding where Walker Percy both came from, and where he was coming from.

…and, now this:

Bryan Davidson had opened my eyes Wednesday when he reminded me of something one of his own professors had said to him at Liberty Baptist College: “Death is morbid but meaningful”.

Apparently, and according to this same professor, the meaningful part is because it opens your eyes. It’s how you see it.

Death, that is – someone else’s.

I’m also pondering what death might look like when it’s racing at you, or even creeping up on you. I’ve faced my own mortality in some tough spots. But, I don’t want any of this to be about me, right now.

So… I’m in a kind of “zone” for the moment around the whole Bill Pope situation. I’m not seeking answers, nor understanding. Possibly I am sorting out direction. I do know that I, for one, won’t ever be able to say enough good things about Bill. However, wherever he is – it begins in my heart and memory, and has clearly set a standard for a baring point.

By the way…

…on the tail tale-end of that telephonic exchange with Bryan I asked him how he was feeling (he was sick with what seemed like allergies to everything, including air and all edible things, for years). He mentioned “some dude” put his hands on him at a soulybusiness event, and he was healed.

I asked him if it was John Stein, of course.

And, it was, indeed (and Jesus, apparently).

John, just so you know, is a Healer. It’s true. I don’t even find it odd. But, then, you need to understand John – and man, is that another story. My favorite is a long run in the mountains of Tennessee early morning along train tracks. But, that, another time.

Bill Powis (I call him: “Pastor Bill” – a natural teacher, by the way) is leaning into me as well. I think he likes my torment. But, he also appreciates my open-heart. Man, he would have really liked Pope.

And, if we must be judged, I’ll hope it’s by the men around me.

And, to that end…

I’ll note, and do it here, that Marcus Crocket came back from Bill and Bryce’s funeral with the comment: “I was amazed at the testimonials for Bryce. It made me understand what a great influence in his life Bill and Jane were. They were READY. They lived their lives like Jesus”.

Those are powerful words around a man with a life well-lived.

But, there is more. It’s happening all around us. …change and perspective, I think…

Another dear friend, and agonizingly patient spiritual mentor, Durwood Snead, also lost his seven day old grandaughter this week, ironically named Madison (the name of Bill’s surviving daughter). She held her Mother’s gaze for only a few short hours. In his email to me, today, Durwood said: We talked about how we did not understand why God needed Madison more than He felt we did, but that we had to trust Him because He gave His only Son for us.”

I’m not sure what’s next with all of this. So, now this is something like they. But, we can all count on there being a next what.

This I do know… We’ll need to make our stand her, and now. We must decide, each of us separately, and together, to either reel with these blows, or grow because of them.

We need to be READY.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

NOTE:  Walker Percy (May 28, 1916 – May 10, 1990) was an American Southern author whose interests included philosophy and semiotics. Percy is best known for his philosophical novels set in and around New Orleans, Louisiana, the first of which, The Moviegoer, won the National Book Award for Fiction in 1962. He devoted his literary life to the exploration of “the dislocation of man in the modern age.” His work displays a unique combination of existential questioning, Southern sensibility, and deep Catholic faith.

change Commodities

January8

Perhaps it’s only the calm before the storm.

Storms do, after all, tend to clear the air, and make things feel more alive.

It seems like President Obama is making some headway. But, alternative leadership will declare this is an illusion created by the “obamacratic” media.

What happens when people finally come to the ugly terms that Obama has led the Fed in cutting a deal with banks that favors foreclosing on tax-payers homes by subsidizing the difference? He is also touting healthcare reform that he, along with members of the House and Senate, are exempt from. Is that when people rise up? Or, is that Byzantine (Of, relating to, or characterized by intrigue; scheming or devious: “a fine hand for Byzantine deals and cozy arrangements”) example the harbinger of change?

I don’t feel like bashing Obama any more.

I am, in fact, I am a proven patriot; and, willing to be a freedom fighter. But, what does that mean? For today and tomorrow? The winds of change are blowing stiffly through the country, and around the globe.

It’s storm-like because of the upheaval around shared economic pain that is historically unprecedented (but, certainly nothing new from a Biblical perspective).

I’ve been using a central “commodities” based thinking in some of my recent posts, coaching, and public speaking. Interpreting or defining losers and winners is challenging, but that investigation might prove rewarding.

So… Once I allowed myself to surrender to that notion, God jumped me with a different line of thinking:

Assuming God has the plan (and I do). What if He is using Obama, in an unexpected way – to break this country so it can begin to heal itself, later?

Apparently the Muslims have a saying: “the Promise is in the punishment, or the punishment is in the promise”.

I can’t say with absolute certainty such a line of thought actually exists in the Qur’An. …I better go investigate that as well. Or, perhaps one of my Muslim brothers can wade-in (even though I’m not Muslim, that person is likely still my brother). But, it certainly offers a dramatic platform for thought.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

What’s All This About?

"What am I looking at?", you might wonder.

Lots of stuff.

Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

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