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Friday, November 29, 2024

TRAVIS, YOU'RE GOING A LITTLE TOO FAST!

 

Dr. Paul Tournier wrote in A DOCTOR’S CASEBOOK IN THE LIGHT OF THE BIBLE:

“I once had a patient who was the youngest daughter in a large family which the father found it difficult to support.  One day she heard him mutter despairingly, referring to her: ‘We could well have done without that one!’

You can guess the effect that remark had on the young daughter – not wanted by her parents, not wanted in life.”

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Parents need to be constantly reminded of Proverbs 18:21, “The tongue has the power of life and death…”

Phrases like:

  •          I wish you’d never been born!
  •          Why can’t you be good like your brother (or sister)?
  •          You’ll never amount to anything!
  •          I’m sorry we ever had you!

These phrases – and many others like them – should never be uttered!  Period!  We must not allow misbehavior, disrespect or failures of any kind to trigger these kinds of words that devalue our children!  Never!  We must not allow ourselves to think these words – let alone say them out loud. 

I remember teaching our son, Travis, to drive many years ago.  I had him drive down to the next town and then turn around to head home.  Along the way, I instructed him to turn onto a road that would wind us up a steep hill.  I cautioned him to think ahead and go slowly, for I knew that a sharp ‘S’ curve lay ahead. 

Although he slowed some, I realized that he would soon be in trouble.  He lost control as we came out of the curve and landed against the guard-rail with me looking down a forty-foot-embankment

 

He sat dazed with his hands still on the steering wheel.

 

These are pregnant moments and we don’t usually have much time to think about our reaction.  We must always be prepared to respond in ways that will NOT mar our child for life!

 

I turned and looked at Travis and said, “Well, what did we learn from that experience?”  Travis looked at me and said with humility: “I was going too fast!” 

 

Neighbors were coming out to gawk at us, so I quickly instructed him to get us moving.  We drove to a shopping center to examine the car.  No serious damage. 

I had other options:

·         “Didn’t you hear me tell you to slow down?”

·         “You’ve been up this road before, Travis!  What were you thinking?”

·         “Well, you’ve wrecked our family car!  How are you going to pay for that?”

I could have belittled him, but what good would that have done?  This was a wonderful son who had never broken our trust!  He made good grades in school and had lots of friends.  In his own way, he was brilliant, but often hid his talents in order to be accepted by others.  He had a wide spectrum of friends and treated them all with respect!

How might it have impacted him if I had told him that he was a loser and couldn’t do anything right?

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We must watch our words!  We are shaping a life (or lives).  Our words weigh heavy in their minds!  Our predictions may carry with them for decades and impact their decisions about career choices and so many other areas of their lives. 

Life and death are in the power of our tongues!  We must keep that in mind with everyone we deal with – but especially with our kids! 

Thursday, November 28, 2024

WHAT'S WRONG WITH PILGRIMS AND INDIANS EATING TOGETHER?

I watched a brief segment on Newsmax yesterday about a group who are trying to 'decolonize' our early American history.  The meaning that I took from this report was that the traditional, historical story of the first thanksgiving is somehow repulsive to the true identity of Americans today.

Like so many of you, I have developed theories to guide me in understanding and interpreting history.  One of my beliefs is that the earlier the source material, the more likely it is to represent the truth.  I've made no attempt to prove this theory, it just made sense to me.  One day in 2016, the church that I was leading held a quite large 'rummage sale'.  As I walked through, I noticed a collection of books titled THE AMERICAN HERITAGE NEW ILLUSTRATED HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES.  

  
[It was published in 1963, by Robert G. Athearn (Professor of History, University of Colorado) by Dell Publishing Company, Inc., New York.]

Volume 1 includes a lengthy foreward by John F. Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States.  My thought process was simple.  If this project was endorsed  by JFK and completed in 1963, it would have a less tainted presentation.  For a modest price, I purchased the sixteen volume set - even though a couple of volumes were missing.  [I was quickly able to purchase the missing volumes by searching the internet.]  

I initially thought that my grandkids might find value in these volumes, but they have lived at such great distance from us that this opportunity never flourished.  

I bristle at the blatant attempts to redefine history.  History should be reported as fairly as possible for future generations to read and evaluate.  [And yet I understand that the historian's biases and perspectives are difficult - if not impossible - to avoid.] 

It baffles my mind that we would want to take a friendly exchange between the early American settlers and the Native Americans and somehow interpret it as a bad experience!  

Please, I've heard and understand that the early American settlers introduced sickness to the Native Americans.  I'm aware of the repetitive breaking of treaties.  The story of the treatment of Native Americans is in itself a 'trail of tears'!  I've read books to better inform myself about the treatment of Native Americans, such as BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE: An Indian History of the American West, by Dee Brown, 1970.  

I'm well aware of the injustices dealt to the Native Americans across decades of early American development.  I genuinely mourn this sad chapter of our history!  Like the period of human slavery, it is a shameful segment that we should all lament!  

Yet, how do these realities - as painful and embarrassing as they are - negate the peaceful gathering that took place in the early fall of 1621?  

Is it wrong for us to mimic the menu for that first great day of Thanksgiving?

  • cod, bass, and other fish
  • wild ducks and geese
  • turkey
  • lobster
  • watercress
  • berries
  • dried fruit
  • boiled pumpkin
  • clams
  • plums, and
  • venison  (King Massasoit’s men went out and killed 9 deer for the feast).

We have details about these several days of feasting that come from credible sources.  What value is there in denying or ignoring these facts?  What is wrong with school children reenacting the events of this first Thanksgiving?  

Having begun my schooling career in 1956, I was a part of a system that would be unrecognizable today!  Before we were released for the Thanksgiving holiday, I remember us singing together two songs:

Over the river and through the woods,
To grandmother's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through (the) white and drifted snow!

Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Then we would sing:
Come, ye thankful people come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple come,
Raise the song of harvest-home.

Hard to believe, huh?

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

THE FINGERPRINTS ON MY LIFE!

I just finished writing a letter to a man who intersected with our family while we were living in Spencerville, Maryland.  He has had a rough couple of years with his health and may be celebrating one of his last birthdays.  The letter was easy to write because of his generosity and expressions of creativity to us during that brief and challenging stint of our lives.

Writing his letter gave me cause to think about the many people who have engaged meaningfully with me (us) over the course of our lives.  Relationships are so much more valuable than possessions - there really is no comparison!  

As I grow older, I can't help but notice that my expressions of gratitude seem to continually expand and grow.  Perhaps it's perspective?  At this stage of life, its no longer hubris that catalyzes my life.  From my limited perspective, hubris evolves to humility!  I am humbled by the grace of God in the ways He has protected and provided for me and my family!  I can never praise Him enough!

I vividly recall the many years of high motivation and goal-setting.  I felt that I was invincible!  I had education, potential, giftedness, good background, excellent education and so much more!  Look out, world - here he comes!  🙄  I must have been intolerable at times!  These are the signs of youth and young adulthood as we stretch into our new wings and learn to fly!  

But there are SO MANY fingerprints on my life!

  • Parents - It would take a book to analyze and describe their dynamic, positive influence.
  • Debbie and my kids - That smiley-faced girl that rocked my world when I was sixteen is still deeply forming and impacting my life!  She is my greatest earthly treasure and she has had an enormous impact on me in so many wonderful ways!  The pride I have in our kids and the joy I take from their pursuits and adventures is beyond description!  We deliberately raised them to be independent - even though we knew that doing so would limit our exposure to them.  But, WOW! have they flourished!  Travis gave us opportunities that we would never have dreamed of!  Troy's intermittent contacts with us bring delight and meet our needs so marvelously.  He is highly regarded by many [as is Missy], and is a godly man!  Tracie and Jon gave us two of the most wonderful gifts in Rylie and Coltin!  She amazes us with her efficiency, confidence and dedication to her family!  She models so many admirable qualities!  If you have anything negative to say about Jon, don't say it around me!  He's an amazing husband and father and I thank God for him daily!  
  • Teachers - From Sunday School through two master's degrees!  Particularly those that took an interest in me and invested their time and attention.  I was 'in school' - in one form or another - until I turned thirty-nine and completed my M.A. Counseling, so there were a lot of them! 
  • Parishoners - Those who accepted me and invested in me with wisdom and grace.  Certain members actually became mentors of grace, passion and patience.  There are so many that I should write about because their influence was significant!
  • Friends - From the influence [positive and negative] of childhood and high school friends, the camaraderie of college friends, the friends and neighbors that graced our lives all along the way, and the family friendships that added so much value and meaning to our lives!  But, there were also men in every place we've lived who made themselves special in a panoply of ways:  
            >  guys that shared my passion for the faith and growth of the church!
            >  backpacking buddies.
            >  in earlier years, young men that shared my love for sports.
            >  men that I was privileged to lead to faith in Christ and guide in their early walk with  Christ!
            >  fellows that became my helpers with my cars, other projects, or who were work  associates in the many extracurricular activities that I invested in.

I've always pointed out to Debbie that some of the best stories are about men who connect deeply, share without limits and experience the joys of life together!  I've been blessed to have many in that category!  
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Are you getting the message?  

I've long described myself as the 'prosperous man' that is talked about so frequently throughout the scriptures!  

So, on this eve of the eve of Thanksgiving, Lord, I publicly thank You for Your continual kindness and favor to me!  I marvel at Your generosity and provision!  I am grateful for family, friends and fellowship all along the journey of my life!  

Continue to guide and instruct me through these latter years of development.  Help me to keep learning and growing that I might be ready and able to contribute to the lives of others who You might cause me to intersect with!  

You are an awesome God and it is my privilege to serve You!  

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Maybe you'd like to make a list of the people who have impacted you throughout the years?  It's a good way to frame your 2024 celebration of Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 25, 2024

I WON'T BE CLIMBING MT. EVEREST!

No surprise there - right?  But I'm not disappointed since I had never planned or hoped to do so anyway.  

I really do feel badly about having to give up hiking the Annapurna Trek in Nepal.  That was to be the crème de la crème of my hiking aspirations.  I  had also given some hope to hiking at least part of China's Great Wall [hopefully along with my friend, Randy].  But that's off the list also - for many reasons!  I had also given some thought to hiking the Camino de Santiago in Europe, but I would have liked to have a partner for that spiritual adventure.  

But, a couple of years ago - at 69 years of age - I began to experience the Haire handicap of arthritis along with an impediment related to my sciatic nerve in my right leg.  Now, my reality is limited to walking just about a mile.  My cane-chair has become a treasured companion.  People seem amused when I pop it open in Walmart and sit for a while.  😆  The Rogers' Sale is typically my biggest excursion for the week on Friday mornings.  

But I can walk!  PTL!  And I don't intend to stop!  

By the way, I'v done lots of hiking and backpacking over the years!  Monday was almost always my day off and it usually found me in the woods for three or four hours!  I've backpacked large sections of the North Country Trail repeatedly.  I've also done the Laurel Highlands Trail [70 miles from Johnstown to Ohiopyle, PA] about six times either alone or with a friend!  In 2018, I hit the Appalachian Trail for several months and thoroughly enjoyed the challenge!  I've spent hundreds of nights in the woods alone!  I've got stories to accompany those experiences!  

But, unless the Lord strengthens and heals me - or I choose to spend the thousands of dollars that a specialist has recommended - I'm probably pretty limited in my hiking aspirations.  But that's ok; I doubt that the above-mentioned dreams would have ever materialized anyway.  

I think the things that caused me to enjoy backpacking were essentially two-fold:

  1. I found it to be a challenge!  Carrying forty-five pounds into the woods for a week or more was adventurous!  It was not something that everybody did!  And the rewards of hiking up a mountain and enjoying the vistas from its top were mesmerizing.  It was demanding!  There were many times when I wondered why I was out there!  🙄  There were a few times when I was intimidated by the darkness, the storms, and just general fear.  But all-in-all, it was exhilarating!  
  2. I loved the solitude!  It was me and God!  The conversation began as I entered the trail and continued for the duration of the hike!  I settled lots of issues while backpacking!  I experienced high moments of worship and deep intimacy with God!  One hike produced the only miracle that I've personally experienced in my life!  Most of my praying was out loud!  I love to pray out loud - it helps me stay focused and lends a face-to-face quality to my dialogue with God!  
I soon expect to start unpacking all of those backpacking gear boxes and passing them along to someone who can use this stuff!  I still have a good bit of prepared food from my AT experience.  It might come in handy someday if we experience a crisis.  

I'm clearly in a de-accumulating phase of my life!  I figure its better for me to go through all this junk than to cast that burden on Troy and Tracie [or possibly Debbie] after I've moved on to higher ground!  

Although my backpacking days appear to be over, I can still type!  I'll unpack my life experiences here - on this blog - for anyone who might enjoy picking through my faux pas and adventures!    

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

ARE YOU A DREAMER?

The fable of Perette and her milkpail is one of the oldest fables in the world.  You will even find it in The Arabian Nights. 

Perette was a girl who worked on a farm, and one day the farmer’s wife gave her a whole pail of milk for herself.  So Perette put the pail of milk on her head, for that is where they carried things in those days, and she set off to the market to sell it; and as Perette went she was dreaming her dreams.

Her dreams went something like this:

“I’ll sell this pail of milk, and with the money I get for it I’ll buy some eggs, and I’ll soon have some chicks, and I’ll keep them and I’ll fatten them, and when they are grown into hens, I’ll sell them.  And with the money I get for the hens, I’ll buy a little pig, and I’ll keep him and I’ll fatten him and I’ll sell him.”

And then she began to smile with anticipation. “And with the money I get for the pig, I’ll buy a real silk dress; and I’ll put on my dress, and I’ll go to the dance, and Robin will be there, and when he sees me all dressed in silk, he’ll ask me to marry, but I’ll show him how particular I am; I’ll toss my head and-“

And there and then, in her dream, she tossed her head, as she would do at Robin, and when she tossed her head, off fell the pail, and the milk all spilled, and all Perette’s dreams were gone.  Her castle in the air had come tumbling down. 

[copied from William Barclay’s DAILY CELEBRATION Volume 2, pp.249-250]

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Oh Hal! Why would you share such a disappointing story with us?

Are you saying that it’s wrong to dream?

Of course not!  Dreaming is a valuable means of picturing our future.  Dreams motivate us and help us to establish goals for our lives.  God has even used dreams to foretell the future in the Bible! 

Yet, to be described as a ‘dreamer’ is not typically thought of as a compliment.  Rather, it implies that a person has their head in the clouds and lives in a fantasy rather than reality.  Apparently their goals and aspirations are unrealistic. 

I’ve always been perplexed by the scripture from Joel 2:28 that is repeated by Peter on the day of Pentecost [Acts 2:17]:

And it shall be in the last days,’ God says, ‘That I will pour out My Spirit on all mankindAnd your sons and your daughters will prophesyAnd your young men will see visionsAnd your old men will have dreams;  [NASB]

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This passage captivated me as a young man, and now it sort of frustrates me.  I guess I’d rather see visions than dream dreams!  Yet, I readily confess that I’ve attained a season of life when I do more reflecting than envisioning. 

During a recent season when I was called back into the service of day-to-day ministry, I observed several times: “I have the passion for ministry, but not the energy.” 

I’ve not fully examined this realization, but I do recognize that it was deeply affected by Travis’ death in 2015.  Our lives were indelibly changed by this loss!  Debbie retired within two months; I retired a year-and-a-half later. 

In actuality I don’t remember many of my night dreams.  When I do, they are often ridiculous or occasionally involve someone from much earlier in my life! 

I also don’t daydream much.  To be honest, I did a lot more daydreaming when I was younger! 

I do know that I laughed a little too hard at a Facebook post this morning by my friend, Barbra Beatty:

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Perette’s dream was not evil.  It was the dream of a young girl!  It was a bit self-focused and simplistic, but it was innocent enough; the natural fantasies of a poor girl with grand visions.

If she made a mistake, we all know that it was in getting too caught up in her dream and forgetting what she was doing in the present.  In playing out her imagination, she tossed her head and the milk was gone! 

I suppose there’s a time for dreaming, but it’s definitely not while carrying a bucket of milk on one’s head!

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

FELLOWSHIP OF THE REDEEMED

I just read the following in Max Lucado's book, GRACE:

Find a congregation that believes in confession.  Avoid a fellowship of perfect people (you won't fit in), but seek one where members confess their sins and show humility, where the price of admission is simply an admission of guilt.  Healing happens in a church like this.  Followers of Christ have been given authority to hear confession and proclaim grace. "If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained" (John 20:23).   [pp.88-9]

While I was growing up, after prayer meeting on Wednesday nights, everyone went to their smaller 'class meeting'.  These groups were arranged by geographical areas.  I was part of the 'Mercer Road Class'.  My father was the 'class leader'.  I was the only kid that attended prayer meeting, so I was also the only kid to attend a class meeting.  

We went into a smaller room where we sat much closer together.  My dad would read a scripture and then ask questions.  I noticed pretty quickly that most people were fairly willing to give a testimony of praise; however, there were far fewer respondents when dad asked if anyone had any sin to confess.  The room usually fell into dead silence with little or no eye contact.  

When the meeting was over, we'd head home.  Along the way, dad would stop at a few homes to check on people who had missed the class meeting.  I sat in the car during those brief visits, so I don't know exactly the nature of what took place in those visits.  

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As a lifelong observer of human behavior, a pastor for many years and working with many people as a counselor, I can state the obvious: people don't feel comfortable confessing shortcomings, failures or sins!  It's humbling, even in some cases humiliating.  Saying things like the following is hard:

  • I screwed up
  • I fell off the wagon
  • I relapsed
  • I lost my job
  • I binged on pornography
  • I lost my temper
  • I had an affair
  • I cheated
  • I've been struggling with depression
  • My marriage is falling apart
I really can't imagine standing up some Sunday in my current church and saying any of the above!  There are about two hundred people in the room and I only know fifteen to thirty by name.  Most of the people are little more than strangers to me!  I think they're nice folks!  I enjoy worshipping with them.  But I'm not ready to stand up and confess my sins and failures to them in a public forum!  

I just checked the internet and found that Max continues to share preaching responsibilities at Oak Hill Church in San Antonio, Texas.  I also found that it is a church attended by about five thousand people!  I wonder if it meets the criteria that he mentions in the quote above?

Something is drastically wrong here!  As a counselor for many years, I can attest to the healing and unburdening that can result from confession.  I have gone to counselors repeatedly over the years to seek help and gain support in my personal journey.  Gaining the trust of a capable and compassionate counselor can be a healing salve!  I have also spent time with many who needed consolation, comfort and reassurance.  I have shared deep, intimate moments with scores of individuals and families who have found an opportunity for release and healing!  These sensitive moments are among some of my most precious memories from my years of ministry!  They are a sacred trust!

I have also been part of a number of small groups that have had a transformational impact on my life!  Some of these were a result of my many years of educational pursuits.  I found friendship, trust and a supportive environment in these groups!  On one occasion, I participated in a Roman Catholic group that met weekly in Pittsburgh for an extended time.  The worship, meditation, reflection and confession involved strengthened me and birthed new and meaningful friendships!

During those younger years I helped form Pastoral Support Teams for my conference within the Free Methodist Church.  As part of this program, I led a group of pastors in my local area for several years.  We were a diverse group in age, personality and experience.  Yet, I remember these meetings fondly and have no recollection of dreading them.  Some of the stories shared in that group still ruminate in my mind with great affection!

There's a thread here for those willing to see it.  The thread is intimacy.  Most of us have heard the transliteration of this word: 'into-me-see'.  It's true!  Baring one's soul to strangers is unspeakable!  However, unburdening oneself in a warm, trusting, caring environment is healing!  Assurances of confidentiality are ESSENTIAL!  No one wants their treasured words to be trumpeted on the prayer hot-line for the next week!  Breaches of confidentiality destroy community and trust!  A leader of a group must safeguard the intimacy of the group and deal immediately and sternly with those who break the bond of trust!  

I hope you see that these types of groups are EXTREMELY RARE!  Notice that I pursued most of these these group experiences outside of my tradition!  

I have been without such a connection for the last nine years.  I find that retirement and the exacerbation of my hearing loss have magnified my isolation!  I socialize far less now than at any other time in my lifespan.  I have become a loner.  

The last group that I had some measure of intimacy with was our Changchun Team in the People's Republic of China [2012-2015].  We shared a love for Christ, a mission for our work and geographical proximity.  Typically, our meetings took place on Sundays in one of our apartments.  We spent hours in conversation, study, and worship; and then, we almost always enjoyed a meal together!  The intimacy was high!  The love and caring was genuine!  If you want to speak negatively about any of the seven regularly involved in that group - don't do it around me!  😉

True intimacy creates a bond that doesn't quickly dispel.  
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During my active pastoral years, I was continually seeking the best ways to grow the kingdom of God!  On one occasion, I flew to Los Angeles to participate in two weeks of training with Pastor Rick Warren at the Saddleback Church.  It was a phenomenal experience - especially since I was in southern California while Ohio was experiencing extremely frigid temperatures with an abundance of snow [I called Deb every day to rub it in 😁].  

One of the principles that Rick taught was that we needed to be growing the church both 'large' and 'small' at the same time!  He drove this into our heads!  Yes, we want to expand the kingdom of God!  However, in doing so, we must preserve the nature and integrity of small groups that facilitate the intimacy required for spiritual growth!  

I went home and put what I'd learned into practice!  The church I was leading at that time was growing larger - having broken the 200-barrier and starting a second service.  To accompany this, we initiated seven 'Connection Groups' that met weekly [or bi-weekly] in homes to facilitate the need for personal accountability and intimacy!  

Recruiting and training leaders is hard work!  Convincing people of the value of participation in these groups is challenging!  But the benefits are remarkable and rewarding!  
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My last novel - NEVER UNREACHABLE - involves key characters who had fallen away from the church after raising their family.  However, when invited to a church that met largely in small groups they became revitalized and used mightily by God to impact the lives of lost and hurting people!  [Contact me for a copy or buy it on Amazon using 'Hal Haire - books'].  😊

Also feel free to contact me if you're interested in being a part of a group that has these qualities.  I have been contemplating beginning such a group for several years and still have the passion, need and interest in seeing it become a reality!  

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

SHAKING HANDS

I'm not a politician, but as a pastor I've shaken hands with lots of people over forty+ years in the ministry!  It's an automatic response in our American culture upon meeting or greeting people.  We begin this ritual when we're young and then continue it throughout our lives.  

Other customs exist in different cultures.  The French exchange a light kiss on each cheek.  Some Africans say: "I see you." with the response, "I see you, too!"  That may be the wisest since no bacteria is exchanged! 

Being a guy, I tend to prefer a masculine handshake: firm grip and a prolonged grasp that almost seems to say, "Who can squeeze the hardest."  It's kind of a 'thump your chest' exercise that we both walk away from feeling good.

I always made it a point to visit my siblings at least once a year.  For many years, my brother, Ira, lived in northcentral Pennsylvania.  It was farm country and particularly dairy farms.  When I would attend church with him, I met men who had been dairy farmers all their lives.  As much as I loved a firm handshake, some of these guys about brought me to my knees just by the power of their grip!  😆

Of course the hand shake is usually accompanied with words and eye contact.  If the words and/or eye contact are missing, what is the purpose of this activity.  Typically the words are:

  • "Good morning"
  • "Hello"
  • "Long time - no see!"
  • "How are you?"  [We don't really want to know, it's just a greeting.]
  • For a while there younger people said:  "What's up?" or Wazzup?"
My late friend, Pastor Charlie Young, always gave the same greeting: "Nice to see ya!".  It never changed.  But when he said it, he sold it with this full-face smile and a noticeable twinkle in his eyes!  Something in me always wanted him to do it again!  When I run into him in Heaven I’ll look forward to getting that smile and greeting again!  😊

But there are some handshakes that are weak and annoying.  I've had people who just seem to give you their hand.  They don't grab yours in the way we might expect; they just give you their hand.  It sort of just hangs in your grip.  There's no squeeze, usually no eye contact and it ends when you get tired of holding their limp hand.   I suppose a counselor could make some guesses about this behavior.  Oh! I'm a counselor!  I think we'll save that discussion for a day when I'm feeling a bit more serious...

I got a reprieve from handshaking from 2012-2015.  We moved to northeast China to teach English for three years.  Handshaking in China is reserved for business meetings and those in the upper levels of the corporate and government worlds.  Instead, I learned to simply say 'ni hao' in exchanging greetings with the Chinese.  According the the Chinese/English Pinyin Dictionary, it means: "Hi", "Hello" or "How are you?"  

On one occasion - while in China - I was shopping with my friend Randy [who had lived in China many years and spoke Chinese quite well].  With my VERY LIMITED Chinese, I negotiated a purchase while he was accompanying me.  As the money was exchanged, I noticed that Randy spoke to the gentlemen.  Suddenly, they all began to laugh.  As we walked away, I asked Randy why the men were laughing.  He explained that he had told them that xia xia [Thank you!] was the only Chinese word I knew.  They seemed to get a kick out of that!  

After a lifetime of shaking hands, however, I may sadly have to begin refusing this cultural tradition.  I remember my father having arthritis in his hands during his later years.  He began his day dipping his hands in hot wax as a treatment.  I escaped the pain of this dreaded affliction for sixty-nine years, however, it has finally arrived and it seems to have packed its bags to stay!  

Like my father, it has settled in my hands - particularly my right hand.  I can no longer make a fist and my writing is almost illegible.  My grip is much weaker than it used to be.  The joints ache pretty much all the time.  

Now, Sunday is a dreaded day for me.  Those firm, 'tight-squeeze' handshakes now cause me excruciating pain.  It's difficult not to wince while this ritual takes place.  That testosterone-laced, extended tight-squeeze handshake that I used to enjoy so much?  Now, it humbles me!  

I'm thinking about getting a 'Sunday-go-to-meeting' shirt that says:  CAN WE SKIP THE HANDSHAKE AND JUST DO A SHOULDER BUMP?

So, if you see me heading for the door rather quickly, don't be offended.  It's a self-protection, pain-prevention escape!  


Friday, November 1, 2024

NO FAVORITES

Let's follow an Old Testament parenting thread.

Abraham had Ishmael as a result of his own scheme aimed at fulfilling God's promise of a son.  That didn't go well.  Eventually, he enriched Ismael and sent him away to begin his own mirror progeny.

Then, as an old couple well beyond child-bearing - let alone child-rearing age - Isaac was born to Abraham and Sarah.  An only child.  A miraculous child.  Elderly parents.  Surely he must have grown up as the center of favor from these two doting parents.


Eventually, Isaac married Rebekah.  They had two sons - Esau and Jacob - who were apparently competitors even while in the womb. These two sons were very different from one another.  Rebekah developed a special relationship with Jacob [the second-born], while Isaac took Esau - the firstborn and an outdoorsman - as his favorite!  

As these boys matured, Jacob ended up with the birth rite and blessing of his older brother through shrewdness and deceit.  Consequently, he had to flee the land for his own safety!  Only much later in life were they able to reconcile.


Jacob's story is long and complicated.  He married two sisters: Leah - who was given to him deceitfully - and Rachel, who was his true love.  The two sisters had a bitter and competitive relationship that eventually caused them to also give their servant girls to Jacob as a means of having more children.  Altogether, Jacob had twelve sons to these four women.  But he gave special love and attention to the eleventh-born, Joseph!  Joseph was Rachel's firstborn son!  Eventually, Rachel birthed another son, Benjamin, but then died as a result of a difficult birth.  

Jacob loved Joseph dearly - even making for him a special robe that was very colorful!  While his brothers worked with the flocks, Jacob gave Joseph the easy job of visiting them and carrying messages.  The ten older brothers grew to hate Joseph and eventually conspired to sell him into slavery.  

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There is much we can learn about parenting from these early, foundational stories.  Of course, the main thing we see clearly is that having a favorite child is a gross injustice to the other children.  It can foster all kinds of responses in our children.  

  • children of favor may lord it over the other children
  • those without the blessing are likely to develop jealousy and rivalry
  • the embedded anger of not having received the blessing may initiate rebellion
  • sibling relationships are fractured by bitterness and neglect
  • children who don't gain favor are clearly aware of it and will try desperately to gain it
  • sibling rivalries can be damaged for life because of the inequity of parents
It is natural for a parent to recognize that one of their children may be similar in nature to themselves.  However, acting on that observation by heaping special favors on that child is crossing a line that will inevitably damage the other child(ren).  

We must strive to maintain an effort of equity and genuine love with each of our children!  They are precious gifts from God and initially value our opinion and attention more than anyone else.  Our kids thrive on any attention we give them.  If they feel unjustly treated, they may even act out their anger.  In doing so, they will likely get negative attention from us - but in their immature way of thinking, at least negative attention IS ATTENTION!  

As parents, we must strive to keep the Golden Rule before us as we raise our children: "In everything [even parenting], in every circumstance, do to others as you would have them do to you."  [The Voice Bible - Matthew 7:12].  

We must love all of our children and seek to distribute that love AND ATTENTION to all of them equally!  They must never have a sense that we favor one over another!  To do so can cause irreparable damage!  

Parenting is a massive responsibility!  We are shaping lives and overseeing their development in hopes of forming in them loving, compassionate, creative and capable adults who can and will make meaningful contributions through their gifts, talents, passions and skills!  Something that we will eventually be so proud of!  
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Kind, loving and gracious God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

Bless and help those who are still actively involved in the parenting role.  With multiple children, it can be exhausting and exasperating.  

But this role is so worth it!  You have enabled us to birth children as a result of our love for one another as husband and wife! It is miraculous!  It brings us so much joy and pride!  We are so grateful to You for allowing us this wonderful privilege of raIsing our children!

But, we're not always well-equipped for this role.  Some may not have been raised by loving parents.  Some may not have had both parents available to them while growing up.  Some will have matured in unhealthy environments where they were frequently left to make their own way.  Our culture has deteriorated and, unfortunately, the family system has suffered greatly.  

But You are a ready resource and You are ever available to teach us, comfort and equip us for this blessed responsibility.   Your Word has tons of instruction and models for us to examine and learn from!  Your Spirit lives within us and is an ever-present source of peace and inspiration!  We need it regularly and depend on You to be our divine Helper!  

Help us today and every day to raise our children to love You, serve You and please You!  

For the Kingdom's sake.  Amen.