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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

furious resolve if not Survival

December10

Of course it was Rusty Linquist that had to get me thinking.

I felt like I had no other choice but to offer the following (you’ll need to venture back towards yesterdays post and explore the comments if there’s a hope you’ll understand what this means):

I’ll ponder if the greater risk comes in not taking the action to prepare for the summit, overcome my fear, and achieve a milestone shared with few others that breathe all manner of “rare air”.

The demise element takes it’s pivotal form in whether it happens as a surprise, and less so an eventuality. So, I must train my body and prepare my mind to blend courage, furious resolve,/1 and planning into a best option – survival.

I love the development behind the potential that Raison d’etre represents. So, much promise reflected in an ever broadening sea of opportunity. It’s like the subjective meaning(s) attributed to Gare du Nord – another French play on words. It’s both a place (that takes people to other destinations) while also serving as a kind of battle cry /2 for a warrior code that may longer exist in that evolving culture (the French Foreign Legion in Africa facing Muslim hordes). God… the irony. And, the lessons to be learned over what might define heroism, and a reconciliation with my own soul.

Thanks for chipping in Rusty.

Brian Patrick Cork

1/ If I ever own another boat, I’ll name her Furious Resolve. And, by God, I’ll sail her around the word, nestled in her womb while raising my arms (and often) to (again) God and all His elements!

2/ “We make our stand here!”

that would be Degevolution

December3

Rusty, who, as it turns out is my new Mormon Brother (I’m not a Mormon, but Rusty is nonetheless, my Brother), and I have concluded that texting, for example, is one of those innovations that fall under a new term “degevolution”.

I’ll pause, here, and grimly advise you that Rusty is the author of the aptly named: Mormon Conversations. I’ll warn you in advance, though, in reading this Blog, you will find yourself amidst unsettling information that includes the debunking of certain myths that include: “Magical Underwear”. You may well, also, find you like this fellow with a big family, and a heart and life story, to match. He’s a pretty fair writer. Certainly better than me (but, that’s easy). And, perhaps more notably, there is transparency, rather like Drew Tilghman, and some useful observations in-and-around a life well-lived.

In any event, but, also in truth, we were using the word devolution. However, I looked it up, and it’s already being used for an entirely separate purpose. So, for the moment, and, certainly relevant to this post, it’s utterly useless to me, and my self-important desire to create a new word that is meaningful and useful (and, a potential blunt-edged weapon worthy of making one of my inarticulate points).

Let’s see if we can work degevolution into our working lexicon. I’ll need your collective help and support with that.

By the way… I use so many comma’s that I have this sudden concern I might read like James T. Kirk. Obviously, you’ll need to be a fan of Star Trek to truly appreciate this (I am, but, call me not a Trekkie).

Meanwhile, Rusty and I found ourselves discussing his life ambitions this afternoon. Our dialogue, however, has it’s genesis with me commenting on his Blog – which in turn had him visiting my Blog, and stumbling upon one of my posts: Texting and Driving To Death.

We (collectively the father of eight children), decided that texting is one of those technologies (or, is it a derivative of technology?) that is degevolutionary because it facilitates educational and social awkwardness while also adding a barrier, to, what some of us, might deem as good or meaningful communication. …and, well, if you do it while driving, you might kill our children.

I suspect Rusty is reading this post, and possibly scratching his head. We, in truth, only had bits and pieces of this discussion. I’m taking enormous liberty, here, and expounding on a tangental thought. So, hopefully, Rusty is also grinning, and content with the spirit of this posting effort.

Thanks Rusty (but, let’s hope we are much more famous; at least highly regarded, for other contributions).

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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

Lots of stuff.

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