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Pope Francis is a “Love Kat”

March30

yesterday I wrote about the “Living Dead”, adding some thoughts about Christ and how He might be a solution for something like that with His own manner of rising to the challenge, as it were. I may not have made that point precisely, I really just thought of that now.

tomorrow I’ll take a break from most everything except maybe a good run, and also Emma Jo. her big “sissy” Haley Anne is at Seaside with her buddy Alex, and her family. I’m in the dog house with Joanne. so, I’ll work on that as well.

in any event, I saw this story and I simply must marvel. Pope Francis is the real deal. while I don’t qualify as Catholic, I know a Thought Leader and change agent, when I spot one.

Brian Patrick CorkPerfect. Thats leadership. The dude is a “Love Kat”.

Pope's foot-wash a final straw for traditionalists

“VATICAN CITY (AP) – Pope Francis has won over many hearts and minds with his simple style and focus on serving the world’s poorest, but he has devastated traditionalist Catholics who adored his predecessor, Benedict XVI,…”

Happy Easter, everyone.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

Love Kats aren’t pussys

March14

so…

I’m all about being a “love Kat“. I give freely of myself, just not for free. and, I’m more comfortable around people that always know precisely how and where I stand.

…wait… are you asking yourself, “what the hell is a love Kat?” well… read the following, then go look for additional posts:

Words to live by…

Being a Love Kat: Definition #4

love Kat tip #12

in any event, I have a history of lighting-up Christians that think they deserve to walk in the light of some Ministry or another.

many peoples views, and also attitudes towards, for, and about Ministries, need to be another “Burning Platform”.

Here are some examples of that:

holding ministries Accountable

ministries mean Business

pillaging ministries for Prophet – well, that elicited a call from a local mega-church Pastor and an inquiry from the Atlanta Journal Constitution.

missed-opportunitiesfrom whence our Inspiration?  – okay… wow… that post raised not a few eye brows. it also shook things up rather nicely around these parts.

yup, I love a nice twist on words; word-play, if you will – the entrendre (go look it up. do it!).

this is all about me being the Heterodox. go look that up as well. it’s all over this blog.

and, one of your all-time favorites with millions of views…

I Love You This Much by brian patrick cork  – talk about missed opportunities. Souly Business is  drenched in irony. however, I am eternally grateful, I’m certain of it.

NOTE: the above picture IS NOT Rowdy. I pulled the image from the internet. however it helped launch, from whence our Inspiration into viral sensation, and for good reason. so apropos.

this very morning I answered an email to one of my Brothers, thusly…

“So… Nothing has changed.

What you must be willing to do is look someone in the eye and say to them, “I want to make a living in ministry. But, I can’t seem to generate the business-side of the equation to justify it. So, I need someone to believe that this concept of video testimony is a compelling way to spread the Gospel. If you do then please fuel my efforts financially and shore-up my resolve. God has not made me strong enough to do this myself. I need your help”.

That takes balls, and conviction.

What I know, Todd, is that men want to help one another. But, they have to be willing to ask before other are able to give. Just waiting for everyone else to do it all for you will keep the process shrouded in mystery.

You need to come back under my coaching and stop screwing around with this. We do this on my terms. Or, just go get a job, save up your money, and go into ministry when you can actually afford to do it. I said something similar to Bryan [REDACTED] years ago. He could never talk to me again other than send me letters every now and then asking for money. I still don’t know what he does to earn other people’s largesse… However, I actually believe what you do has merit. You are gifted at helping people tell compelling stories. So, quit being a pussy.

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there was then another email (there are three more) from the same hapless fellow that generated this response from me…

“Some time ago, TIME magazine published the results of a survey that asked over a thousand adults about their belief regarding prayer and illness. The survey found that eighty-two percent (82%) of participants believe in the healing power of personal prayer, and seventy-three percent (73%) believe praying for someone else can help cure that person’s illness. When asked about God’s role in healing, seventy-seven percent (77%) said they believe God some times intervenes to cure people who have a serious illness.

While you may not be sick, what you are trying to do is solve a pandemic problem. We need to get people aligned with evangelism and the Great Commission on a modern platform. That makes you potentially part of the solution.

So… How is this need not being amplified and addressed with raised arms and voices? The answer is that, ironically, you have information, ability and skill, but, you are still part of the problem. You do a great and thorough job telling many of us how North Point and other churches are wrong (worse, “crappy”) for not recognizing your genius and opening their coffers up to you. But, they continue to grow and be ever more relevant. Didn’t North Point recently raise millions of dollars recently on a cash-call?

You have lots of creative ideas. But, what would happen if you invested all that energy into genuine action? That might inspire someone to write you a check. What are you doing to earn it?

What are you going to do differently, today?”

all that said… lift me up over ROI Ministry. I’m convinced we can be part of the Solution. I am trying very so hard to be a Love Kat.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

 

authentic human progress

November5

Last week, I recalled that, during my many visits to the desert (you’ll ask: “metaphorically speaking?” I’ll respond: “does it really matter?”), I met a wise man named Buck O’Neil – a prophet, if you will – and, asked him the secret to a long, successful life.

“Good genes,” was all he said, at first.

Buck left us all behind October 6, 2006 – the day before my birthday, just like Dad. There is a rhythm and pattern to life with that. But, we’ll discuss it some other time.

His hair was white and his face was mahogany, calling pleasantly to mind a pint of Guinness. “I’m ninety-years old,” he continued, then pressed his fingertips to unlined cheeks, which shone like polished apples.

“Good black don’t crack”, he mused (I’m not sure he actually mused, but that word works, here).

With that, I was fully prepared to move on, and thanked him. In fact, I was already rising halfway from my seat, like a bluffing panelist on To Tell the Truth, when he said softly: “There is one other thing.”

So, I settled back, curious, I might add, and he said:

“I never fill my stomach. My mother was a great cook, but my father told me, ‘She’s only filling your stomach so another woman never gets to. She’s just trying to hold on to you.’ Ever since, I can eat more, but I never do.”

Look… The stories around Buck are countless. Many of them will bring a tear to your eye. Others will make you slap your thigh with joy in preparation of laughter. He was a black man, and it never mattered to him, even though it did to everyone else. But, everyone respected and loved Buck (Note: That might be a vital difference between men like Buck and Barack Obama. By the way, did you know that  Obama high-tailed it to Asia, pouting over his loss of the House Tuesday? Other than a vital need to drive home a point, here, I’m loathe to include Buck in the same story as Obama. But, the only real difference Obama will make in our lives is he must now change his plans to stay in power).

Let other, more articulate folks tell those stories. Especially those that lived them alongside Buck. I never had that privilege. But, I try to learn from men like him, every day, and any way.

Part of that is my on-going efforts to live the Authentic Life. And, that includes having a life well-lived, and worth remembering by those I’ve lived amongst.

So… What, then, is the secret to a life well-lived?

Here was another hint. “Don’t hate another human being,” said O’Neil, whose father was the son of a slave. “Hate cancer. Cancer took my mother, took my wife four years ago. Hate what happened on September 11. But don’t hate another human being. God made man.”

…oh wow.

I did, in fact, find myself thinking: But God made men who denied you, at various times, a toilet, a hotel room, an education, a living, your very humanity. And, of course, I voiced those thoughts, because that’s what I do (“oh really?[!]”, you exclaim. “Brian has opinions he foists on people?”).

“My parents always told me most people are good,” continued O’Neil. “Even when I was young, (Note: he lived his early days in Carrabelle, Florida), most people were good. The thing was, good people sometimes let the bad people have their way. But who wrapped their arms around Jackie Robinson in his time of need? Pee Wee Reese of Louisville, Kentucky, did. The commissioner of baseball in 1947 [Happy Chandler] was a man from Kentucky.”

With this, his left hand grabbed my forearm, and his right fist rapped his own breastbone as if it were a door.

“It comes from in here,” said he. “Doing the right thing. It takes somebody to change something. My grandfather was a slave. And God saw it wasn’t right, so he sent Abraham Lincoln. And Abraham Lincoln joined hands with Frederick Douglass, who joined hands with Sojourner Truth, who joined hands with Harriet Tubman – and, so on.”

Apparently, and thusly, human progress, in O’Neil’s view, is a chain of men with virtu (the Greek form, mind you) in their hearts (the word virtu always has me thinking of Dr. Nick Pappas at Radford University), linked at the wrist and leading to you.

O’Neil paused, and I could only sit quietly in wonder through what must be churning through that lovely mind, and then he added:

“This is the greatest country on Earth, but we can be better. That is going to be your job.”

He held my forearm like a bat. “In my day we changed some things. Now it’s your turn to change things. And you’ll do it. I know you will.”

I did pause. And, when I confessed that I struggled, with my generation, challenged to change our channels manually, much less to change the world, he invoked the memory of his grandfather Julius, born into slavery in South Carolina, and owned by a man with the surname, O’Neil.

“Grandpa used to tell me he loved Mr. O’Neil,” he said. “And I would ask him: ‘Grandpa, how could you love a man who kept you as his slave?’ And Grandpa said, ‘He never sold off a mother from her children, he never sold off a husband from his wife.’ And Grandpa, this is before all the doctors and all the medicine we have today, lived to be one-hundred-and-two years old.”

Was this good genes, I wondered, or something greater? I was merely seeking the secret of a life well-lived – how to progress – and, felt I was getting closer. So, I asked about that. And when the old man, once again, took my arm in his hand, I felt physically linked in that chain-of-virtu to all who had gone before me…

“Love,” he half-whispered, as if sharing a confidence. “Love, man. This is the whole thing.”

So… You gotta be a “Love Kat”. It’s been awhile since I invoked that one. It’s timely to be sure.

Peace be to my brothers and sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

that which might be Obvious

January7

In the simple span of only one hour, a veritable snap of a cosmic finger, mind you, I witnessed God invoked across the extreme.

I stood before a jubilant fellow whom thanked God for finally giving him a job. And, not much later, another bloke that couldn’t comprehend why God would take his job.

NOTE: Neither were, or are, likely suited for either position. But, those parallel tales will realize and play themselves out in future chronicles. However, it’s all relevant to my eventual point, here.

So… I found myself pondering (fortunately I have the coolest job in the world, and I have the latitude to do such things) how this might fit into: the way things work.

On a side-note, while at Wal-Mart this weekend, I overheard a Dad tell his little boy he was going to: “beat the jesus out of [him]. Even though I’d submit the brat (by any definition) might deserve a scolding of some measure (although parenting may serve us all a greater good), I was uncertain how the actual objective could be met. On the other hand, it did occur to me that the kid might, all things considered, be possessed. …just not of the Spirit.

Moving from that side-note, and returning to a possible point for this post…

Along the way, I’ll be waxing, painfully, sophomoric.

It’s admittedly been, concurrently, painful and interesting (in a Chinese interesting sort of way) to observe how some people, groups, and organizations have fared over the past eighteen months. My point of context is through what many have game-fully referred to as the 2nd Great Recession (“great” is such a subjective word. I value the richness of our language to no end).

Survived or thrived appears to be the standard.

Also, the manner in which folks have opted to orient themselves with God.

Some have apparently, and pointlessly, blamed God for bad things – or, what they perceive as bad. I’ll put it that way because, life is often like playing commodities; if someone loses, someone else wins, in a manner of speaking. So, other people thank God – and, ironically for bad things happening to other people they might not know. I think this might very well be the case with people in separate countries (certainly competing companies). War (and, possibly the Olympic games) is a terrific example.

When an eleven year old girl humping a back pack filled with explosives into a diner and unleashes someone else’s evil will upon unwitting victims, who wins? And, then who thanks God if any part of that is deemed successful? How about the “freedom fighter” that killed her younger brother in a cross-fire, and then survived the sapping? What was he grateful for? Has he thanked God, or been perversely inspired by misunderstanding of his utilization of God’s gift of discernment?

We all know, or recognize people, that appear to argue with God. Or, rail against him.

What’s up with curbside preachers in New York?

I’ll submit to you that I’ve remained steady in the saddle though all manner of skirmishes that I don’t see any point, not one, in trying to do anything but go along with God. And, this mostly involves me using my best judgment and being fair. That Love Kat thing that we’ve not revisited in much too long.

The best news is I haven’t a clue what He (God) wants from me. I think I can recognize what He does not want me to do because there is typically a fairly clear sign it’s not working out. So, I change something. Some times it’s me. Other times it’s the circumstances. But, that’s me trying to work through what I feel God wants of me – leveraging discernment. I also, selfishly, don’t want to be a footnote relative to examples of Natural Selection.

Why fight God when you know He can kick your ass – every time?

Mine is a subjective, and possibly, a rhetorical question. We (certainly me) may not have any salient answers until we find ourselves fading to black. So, in the meantime, I’m sticking with what Rusty Linquist said on LinkedIN yesterday: “Every day you chose what kind of person you will be for that day. Who you choose most frequently will be your legacy…”.

Listening to: Cello Lesson by Dario Marianelli, Suite for Cello N0.1 in G Major, BWV 1007: I. Prelude by Y0-Yo Ma, and Stir it Up (the original version) by Bob Marley.

Oh… By the way… Don’t let your kids do this: unfortunate video. Beat them if they attempt it.

And, yes, I’m a bit sad this day (I’ll reserve the right to be optimistic – because that’s my role). There are elements to life, regardless of how I try, with all my considerable might, that must submit; ultimately surrender, to what may well be a form of the inevitable.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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