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The Josephine Manifesto

13 Tuesday Feb 2018

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family, honor, hope, love, media, politics, priorities, writing

While on duty at the retirement place a few nights ago, a resident called me to her apartment for help. Tethered to her oxygen machine, and lonely, she kept me in conversation for as long as I was able to be away from my post. She told me how much she liked my name because it reminded her of a dear friend, also named Sherry, who was kind, and had a resume most of us only dream about. As I was leaving, she said, “goodbye, Josephine.”
Sometimes the memory misfires.
You know what forgetfulness reminds me of? Many of our News Channels. I’m not a big fan of politics, and I get told over and over—every day—how to hate a certain President, and a certain party, and now even people who practice certain religions. It’s either the article about the wrong shoes a politician’s wife wore, or the too-fancy dress his daughter wore, or the certain religion they assume supports their nemesis with hateful ambition.

And many reactions from the accused “haters” are no better.

I could go on, but I’m going to be honest here—watching all this flim flam is kind of like watching my kids when they had toddler meltdowns.
“I don’t like the way my jacket feels on my shoulders.”–Son
“The cereal doesn’t feel right in my mouth.”–Daughter
“I can’t go to school if my toes touch my shoes in a weird spot.”—Son
“Son-or-Daughter, I love you so much, but I can’t help you if you don’t calm down and listen. You don’t have to like what I’m telling you, but you need to remember  what’s important.”—Me


E-v-e-n-t-u-a-l-l-y they calmed down. For the most part, my son’s an optimist, my daughter’s empathy (especially for an oncoming Mommy meltdown) is off the charts, and they’re both very intelligent. But sometimes, they’d get stuck on their frustration—and still do.
That happens when we focus on the unhelpful things, instead of doing our part to help find a solution.
Have a good week, Josephine.

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An old remedy for a new beginning

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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blessed land, honor, light, monsters, The Lion

He grunted when I handed him the package. Shuffling along with the weight of the box and his years of living, he stood a little taller today, with his uniform on. Whispers of honor held up his shoulders like that of the cop that stood guard over my daughters Kindergarten class on the night of her Christmas performance.
The man displayed his roots, and his recognition of that thing called war.100_2250
His statement stilled our mourning hearts for those little ones slain by monsters that we tell them are make-believe. But we hold on, because honor, strength and dignity have started to sprout underneath the layers of murk. This same muddy indulgence that has covered our country like the bitterest of frostings. Self Worship. Stuff. Money and status, suffocating us in pretty death.
The old man’s spirit is verdant, born of the same spirit that won our freedom. Freedom for a blessed land.
A land led by a Lion.

…And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3: 17-19

The Lion gathers his watchers.
He gathers His guardians, His saints and His prophets to break through the layers of complacency.
Our branches are alive in the ones who wear His light without fear.
They spring up from the homes that follow Him, and the children who are given the right to kneel before Him, whenever, wherever.

100_2286Then the land will yield its harvest, and God, our God, will bless us, and all the ends of the earth will fear him. Psalm 67: 6-7

Monsters hide in the shadows because they are terrified of the light.
More light.
We grasp Him for more light to scare away those that lurk within those rotting layers.
The old man returned to his room, leaving a trail of remembrance and hope.
And together we can fall to our knees and crush the darkness.

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