The Phoenix Art Museum was a stop of a traveling exhibition of Samurai armor and weapons collected by a Dallas real estate magnate. I looked in vain for a description of how he assembled his collection, but I couldn't find any information about how these pieces were acquired. I couldn't help but wonder why Japanese individuals would sell family heirlooms some of which would have been passed down through several generations.
Japanese was extremely feudal until the late 19th century. The Samurai culture developed as warring clans fought over the limited resources of the Japanese islands. In 1615, one clan managed to unify Japan and that family ruled Japan from 1615 to 1868. Richard Clavell wrote about this unification in his magnificent book of historical fiction, Shogun. The book was dramatized in a made for TV mini series in the late 1970's.
Japanese armor was effective, but very differently constructed from European armor. European armor was an iron suit soldered or welded together and worn with chain mail (little interlocking iron rings). Japanese armor is constructed of small pieces of metal woven together with flat silk cords - some of which look like shoe laces. It is beautifully decorated with natural elements such as flowers.
The armor quickly became completely ceremonial when there was an effective peace imposed by the ruling clan for over 200 years. Armor became more elaborate and more decorative. Families would take a helmet made in the 15th century and 'update' it with decorative elements they added over the next three centuries.
Highly colored armor, elaborate helmets, and oversized fans were used to help commanders be more noticeable on the battlefield, and the fans were used to signals to move troops during a battle.
Also very interesting were the long bows. Bows over six foot tall were the weapons used by cavalry prior to firearms. They used arrows which were almost too pretty to shoot, but you can see how deadly they would be when fired from the back of a horse. There were four mounted samurai with their horses displaying their own armor. There were even specialized bows and arrows designed to be used when the samurai rode in palanquins as they moved between their fiefdoms and Edo - the seat of the government. Each clan was required to travel to Edo twice a year and demonstrate their loyalty to the ruling clan. Armor was worn during ceremonies and parades.
We attended the exhibit with another couple, and you will find their pix in the mix next to their favorite pieces. As always, the pictures tell the story
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Friday, April 21, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
My Constant
As we cruised past our 46th wedding anniversary, I have been thinking about constants. I met my better person than me when I was 17. In September, that will be a 50 year friendship. My oldest ongoing relationship is actually with reading. (No, it's not writing. I didn't start to write until I was 59.)
I started reading when I was five. What spurred me to really practice the skill was an event which happened one morning in the 'Robin' Circle - yes, those really existed. This is one of my first memories which has a negative emotion attached to it: Embarrassment. About one-fourth of the class is sitting in the circle of little chairs reading sentences out loud to the teacher. My little five year old self is sitting there with my Dick, Jane & Spot reader. I'd always done well in this exercise, and I'd never needed the teacher's help with any of the words in MY sentence. That is until the word 'open' appeared. It was my first experience with 'going blank'. I just couldn't sound out the word. It was embarrassing to have the teacher prompt me to sound out, then hint, and finally tell me. I was MORTIFIED.
To avoid that dire humiliation again, I started to practice my reading at every opportunity. Within a few months, Dick, Jane and Spot were in my rear window eating dust. My lifelong love had been born. This was also my first lesson that for every bad thing which happens to you, there's always some type of silver lining attached. While I'm generally a happy person, I think learning this life lesson very early shaped my personality.
I've been haunting libraries since I was about six. The Florence Park Branch of the Tulsa Public Library system was one-half block from my mother's favorite grocery store. We always killed two birds with one stone every single week. My stack of checked out books grew and grew as I aged. I was a fast, and voracious reader. By the time I was 10, I'd read all the kid chapter books Florence Park had in the collection. The Five Little Peppers come to mind, along with the proverbial Nancy Drew and all those other serial chapter books for children. Cherry Ames, Visiting Nurse. Old Cherry was an early favorite mainly because she was a brunette, but she was really a rule following drip who quickly bored me. I mowed through all the biographies on the school library shelves.
Thanks to Cherry, I wandered into the adult fiction stacks at old Florence Park and started looking around. I found historical, and often semi-biographical fiction - hello, Anya Seton. I quickly discovered not all writers held my attention equally. It was a revelation some writers were better than others. Authors like Seton predisposed me to love history because I learned so much of it in those exciting novels with heroic women as main characters who my prepubescent self admired. Then, I found the Gothic, romantic mysteries, again starring plucky females, which led to reading regular mysteries.
When I say 'find', I mean that literally. I would wander up and down the fiction stacks waiting for some book on the shelf to call to me. (I still do that to this day.) I was never sure (and still don't know) what would prompt me to pick up and peruse a book, and you had to peruse in those days because there was no nifty jacket with blurb. The clear plastic covering a book jacket which is glued to a library book is newfangled. Old style library books were bound in this pebbly hard plastic meant to mimic the worst leather you can possibly imagine. However, these bindings survived cigarettes, liquids of all types from Dr. Pepper to bourbon, fluids emitted from children, food oozings, and the Apocalypse, if needed. These were sturdy. Sometimes you still see these books at Goodwill. They look exactly the same as the day they were bound.
Around age twelve I got bored with my historical fiction and mysteries. At this point, I was reading ten adult books each week! I learned there was something called a 'best seller list', and I found the Reader's Digest Condensed Books thanks to the subscription I had to the Reader's Digest. If you were a subscriber, you got the offer to subscribe to the Condensed Books Club which my parents popped for. You got one volume of six condensed books in every season for a total of four books a year. I met a number of really famous authors through these abominations, and was introduced to non-fiction writings of true stories. I secretly still like reading these silly books, harking back to my twelve year old self who loved them.
My mother tumbled early a kid who could devour books the way I could shouldn't actually BUY books. She was never too busy to take me to the library, and by the time I was fourteen there was a library branch I could ride to on my bicycle. Just as I was getting restless again for more varied reading material, thanks to my Condensed Books subscription, I got on a mailing list for a company selling remaindered books. A new world opened up.
The remaindered book company sent out a newspaper supplement in the mail twice a year. The supplement was the size of the glossy pages which wrap around today's grocery ads the mailman still sticks in your mailbox. However, the remaindered books supplement was on newsprint and was around 50 front/back pages printed in 10 point type describing remaindered books for sale, both fiction and non-fiction. There was a tantalizing blurb under each title which made every one seem like the best book EVER, and a lot of them were $.99 each with cheap shipping! I had money from birthdays, Christmas, and babysitting. I could buy my very own books. (Looking back, I'm sure my mother was so very thrilled.) I bought my very first Dick Francis book for $.99 from one of those supplements, and I loved every book he wrote until his death in the 21st century. That book is still on my shelf.
In my early teen years, my librarian aunt began steering my reading toward American fiction classics. I read John Steinbeck, Sinclair Lewis, Thomas Wolfe, Willa Cather, Edna Ferber, Mark Twain, Raymond Chandler, Louisa Mae Alcott, James Fenimore Cooper and so forth. I found Moss Hart's autobiography in one of the remainder supplements which led me to George Kaufman which led me to the Algonquin round table and Dorothy Parker. I read Dashiell Hammett, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and the English author Agatha Christie. Along with Hammett, she was the basis of my love of mysteries, especially well written mysteries. Books were to me what video/electronics are to teens today. I went to school. I went to church. I did my chores. And I read. I read all the way through high school including on dates to high school basketball games.
My only bone to pick about college was I couldn't read for pleasure. My college days were the era of read, take notes, and regurgitate answers from all the reading to essay questions. Answers were written by hand in ink in 'blue books'. (Neatness counted!) A typical required reading list for one of my college semesters could easily exceed thirty books over and above the 1000 page textbook. I had lots of catching up to do in my 'fun' reading post graduation.
I've never met a library I don't like. My latest most enduring craze is audiobooks. First, they were on cassettes, then on CD's, and now they are electronic. I have eight books loaded on my ancient MP3 Rio Player (one of the first pieces of equipment which would interface with the library electronic system), and there are seven actual library books stacked beside my chair.
In retirement, I'm always listening to a book when I'm doing anything which doesn't require my mind to perform the action - ironing, cooking, cleaning, sewing, exercising, embroidering, and so forth. Drake calls it 'being plugged in', and I know it sometimes exasperates him when I'm off in the 23rd century, or in the 1st century, or exploring the psyche of a character living in some fictional town. One of the reasons I love to watch baseball on TV (or any sporting event) is I can read actual books at the same time.
Reading is not just a constant for me. It's a comfort, a mind stretcher, and defines me to my core. If you've lasted all the way thru this meandering blog, here's your lagnaippe: (In New Orleans lingo, that means 'a little something extra'.) These are some books which have impressed me lately: Sarah's Quilt , by Nancy Turner. Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng, and for you non-fiction readers, The Next America by Paul Taylor. You can look up the blurbs for yourself. You don't even need the book jacket in the 21st century.
I started reading when I was five. What spurred me to really practice the skill was an event which happened one morning in the 'Robin' Circle - yes, those really existed. This is one of my first memories which has a negative emotion attached to it: Embarrassment. About one-fourth of the class is sitting in the circle of little chairs reading sentences out loud to the teacher. My little five year old self is sitting there with my Dick, Jane & Spot reader. I'd always done well in this exercise, and I'd never needed the teacher's help with any of the words in MY sentence. That is until the word 'open' appeared. It was my first experience with 'going blank'. I just couldn't sound out the word. It was embarrassing to have the teacher prompt me to sound out, then hint, and finally tell me. I was MORTIFIED.
To avoid that dire humiliation again, I started to practice my reading at every opportunity. Within a few months, Dick, Jane and Spot were in my rear window eating dust. My lifelong love had been born. This was also my first lesson that for every bad thing which happens to you, there's always some type of silver lining attached. While I'm generally a happy person, I think learning this life lesson very early shaped my personality.
I've been haunting libraries since I was about six. The Florence Park Branch of the Tulsa Public Library system was one-half block from my mother's favorite grocery store. We always killed two birds with one stone every single week. My stack of checked out books grew and grew as I aged. I was a fast, and voracious reader. By the time I was 10, I'd read all the kid chapter books Florence Park had in the collection. The Five Little Peppers come to mind, along with the proverbial Nancy Drew and all those other serial chapter books for children. Cherry Ames, Visiting Nurse. Old Cherry was an early favorite mainly because she was a brunette, but she was really a rule following drip who quickly bored me. I mowed through all the biographies on the school library shelves.
Thanks to Cherry, I wandered into the adult fiction stacks at old Florence Park and started looking around. I found historical, and often semi-biographical fiction - hello, Anya Seton. I quickly discovered not all writers held my attention equally. It was a revelation some writers were better than others. Authors like Seton predisposed me to love history because I learned so much of it in those exciting novels with heroic women as main characters who my prepubescent self admired. Then, I found the Gothic, romantic mysteries, again starring plucky females, which led to reading regular mysteries.
When I say 'find', I mean that literally. I would wander up and down the fiction stacks waiting for some book on the shelf to call to me. (I still do that to this day.) I was never sure (and still don't know) what would prompt me to pick up and peruse a book, and you had to peruse in those days because there was no nifty jacket with blurb. The clear plastic covering a book jacket which is glued to a library book is newfangled. Old style library books were bound in this pebbly hard plastic meant to mimic the worst leather you can possibly imagine. However, these bindings survived cigarettes, liquids of all types from Dr. Pepper to bourbon, fluids emitted from children, food oozings, and the Apocalypse, if needed. These were sturdy. Sometimes you still see these books at Goodwill. They look exactly the same as the day they were bound.
Around age twelve I got bored with my historical fiction and mysteries. At this point, I was reading ten adult books each week! I learned there was something called a 'best seller list', and I found the Reader's Digest Condensed Books thanks to the subscription I had to the Reader's Digest. If you were a subscriber, you got the offer to subscribe to the Condensed Books Club which my parents popped for. You got one volume of six condensed books in every season for a total of four books a year. I met a number of really famous authors through these abominations, and was introduced to non-fiction writings of true stories. I secretly still like reading these silly books, harking back to my twelve year old self who loved them.
My mother tumbled early a kid who could devour books the way I could shouldn't actually BUY books. She was never too busy to take me to the library, and by the time I was fourteen there was a library branch I could ride to on my bicycle. Just as I was getting restless again for more varied reading material, thanks to my Condensed Books subscription, I got on a mailing list for a company selling remaindered books. A new world opened up.
The remaindered book company sent out a newspaper supplement in the mail twice a year. The supplement was the size of the glossy pages which wrap around today's grocery ads the mailman still sticks in your mailbox. However, the remaindered books supplement was on newsprint and was around 50 front/back pages printed in 10 point type describing remaindered books for sale, both fiction and non-fiction. There was a tantalizing blurb under each title which made every one seem like the best book EVER, and a lot of them were $.99 each with cheap shipping! I had money from birthdays, Christmas, and babysitting. I could buy my very own books. (Looking back, I'm sure my mother was so very thrilled.) I bought my very first Dick Francis book for $.99 from one of those supplements, and I loved every book he wrote until his death in the 21st century. That book is still on my shelf.
In my early teen years, my librarian aunt began steering my reading toward American fiction classics. I read John Steinbeck, Sinclair Lewis, Thomas Wolfe, Willa Cather, Edna Ferber, Mark Twain, Raymond Chandler, Louisa Mae Alcott, James Fenimore Cooper and so forth. I found Moss Hart's autobiography in one of the remainder supplements which led me to George Kaufman which led me to the Algonquin round table and Dorothy Parker. I read Dashiell Hammett, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and the English author Agatha Christie. Along with Hammett, she was the basis of my love of mysteries, especially well written mysteries. Books were to me what video/electronics are to teens today. I went to school. I went to church. I did my chores. And I read. I read all the way through high school including on dates to high school basketball games.
My only bone to pick about college was I couldn't read for pleasure. My college days were the era of read, take notes, and regurgitate answers from all the reading to essay questions. Answers were written by hand in ink in 'blue books'. (Neatness counted!) A typical required reading list for one of my college semesters could easily exceed thirty books over and above the 1000 page textbook. I had lots of catching up to do in my 'fun' reading post graduation.
I've never met a library I don't like. My latest most enduring craze is audiobooks. First, they were on cassettes, then on CD's, and now they are electronic. I have eight books loaded on my ancient MP3 Rio Player (one of the first pieces of equipment which would interface with the library electronic system), and there are seven actual library books stacked beside my chair.
In retirement, I'm always listening to a book when I'm doing anything which doesn't require my mind to perform the action - ironing, cooking, cleaning, sewing, exercising, embroidering, and so forth. Drake calls it 'being plugged in', and I know it sometimes exasperates him when I'm off in the 23rd century, or in the 1st century, or exploring the psyche of a character living in some fictional town. One of the reasons I love to watch baseball on TV (or any sporting event) is I can read actual books at the same time.
Reading is not just a constant for me. It's a comfort, a mind stretcher, and defines me to my core. If you've lasted all the way thru this meandering blog, here's your lagnaippe: (In New Orleans lingo, that means 'a little something extra'.) These are some books which have impressed me lately: Sarah's Quilt , by Nancy Turner. Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng, and for you non-fiction readers, The Next America by Paul Taylor. You can look up the blurbs for yourself. You don't even need the book jacket in the 21st century.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
2017 Texas Ranger Spring Training Report
Howdy, Ranger Fans. It's your locally informed reporters, Drake and Jan, bringing you the latest Texas Ranger news from the Spring Training Cactus League in Surprise, Arizona. First, the World Baseball Classic affected the entire Spring Training regime this year. The Rangers had a LOT of front line players whisked away to various teams competing in the WBC. Spring Training was extended for one week to accommodate the tournament. Since the WBC was a two week tournament carved out of Spring Training games we saw a larger number than usual of young players being evaluated for the few positions open on the club.
As a supporter of the concept of the WBC, we were entertained by the games played by many of the best players in the world. These games were like watching play-off games, and they were exciting. The USA is still lagging in terms of top line players wanting the WBC experience, and most top starting pitchers have taken a 'pass' on signing up for any team. On the Rangers, Adrian Beltre, Alex Claudio, Rougned Odor, Robinson Chirinos, Sam Dyson, Jonathan Lucroy, Jurickson Profar, and Martin Perez all participated in the WBC playing for the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Venezuela, The Netherlands, and the USA. Dyson and Lucroy, playing for the USA came away with World Baseball Championship Gold Medals since the USA won the tournament for the first time. I wonder if they will hang them on their lockers?
The biggest competition on the Rangers in Spring Training was for the 4th and 5th starter positions in the pitching rotation. Tyson Ross and Andrew Cashner, both starting pitchers, were the only two significant off season acquisitions. They both had resumes that suggested they would be successful even though they were recovering from off-season surgeries. Both are still currently on the DL (disabled list). Ross is expected to be back in the early part of the season, and Cashner before that. Neither is automatic for any starting job at this point. Bannister, the Ranger's manager, has speculated publicly he will start the season with a four man rotation (Darvish, Hamels, Perez, and Griffin) because of scheduled 'off' days in early April, and then will move to the traditional five man rotation in late April.
Darvish, Hamels and Perez all looked excellent in Spring Training. Darvish and Perez both look completely recovered from their Tommy John surgeries. An interesting twist this year to Spring Training is we didn't get to see any of our top three pitchers routinely. The Rangers were hiding their starters from their American League competition. This is a common strategy for starters who are 'inked into' the starting rotation. A. J. Griffin, sporting shoulder length long blond hair with a full beard, looked competent as our fourth starter.
A surprise during Spring Training was a player who we acquired from the Astros under the Rule 5 draft. (FYI: If you pick a guy off the Rule 5 draft, you have to keep him on your major league roster for the entire year or offer him back to his original club.) Mike Hauschild, 27 years old, pitched quite well during Spring Training, and we speculate he will make the bullpen as the 'long man' with a chance at spot starts as well as the possibility of entering the starting rotation full time if someone falters or is injured.
Delino DeShields, a Rule 5 Draft acquisition two years ago, struggled last year and was 'up and down' between the big club and Triple AAA. This spring he seems to have regained his form from two years ago, and we've seen the jackrabbit on the bases, a spark plug in the lead-off spot of the batting order seemingly getting on base both with hits and walks and then stealing second. Using their body chemistry as a clue, Shin Soo Choo, a veteran outfielder seems to have taken this young player under his wing. Bannister commented DeShields conditioned himself in the off season to drop some weight and 'unmuscle' himself to increase his speed on the bases. It showed in Spring Training. DeShields should start the year at the major league level.
Jurickson Profar is an amazing player. So far, we've watched him play 1st base, short stop, third base, second base, and the outfield with excellent performance at each spot. For example, when he plays first base, you'd think it was the only place he's ever played. He is still switch hitting, and he's shown he can consistently hit major league pitching. Even with the shoulder injury, which took two years to fully resolve and heal, he's still a very, very young player with tremendous potential. His versatility should cement his place on the major league club. It's become obvious why the Texas Rangers have refused to trade this player.
Another player, Ryan Rua, just keeps improving. This spring he has shown he's comfortable hitting major league pitching and is selective in choosing his pitches to hit. He's showing he might become a 20 plus home run hitter. He's become a solid young player with upside potential being able to play both at first base and the outfield. He should also make the major league club.
Mike Napoli, a perennial Ranger fan favorite, returns for his third time. He was signed for two reasons: First, he provides the home run 'pop' which is always a plus on a club, AND he's a competent first basemen to replace Mitch Moreland, who, as a free agent, was signed by Boston. Why didn't Jon Daniels resign Moreland? We think it's because of a young first baseman in the Ranger's farm system. Ronald Guzman is a 6'6" young player who has major leaguer written all over him. He's probably about one year away from ''prime time". He looks supremely comfortable at first base, and he should also be an asset at the plate soon. Napoli is signed for one year, and we think Guzman or Rua are waiting in the wings to be the next long term Ranger first baseman.
Roughned Odor, Elvis Andrus, and Adrian Beltre all look ready. All are proven players who understand how to maximize their talents over the long, long baseball season. Elvis, who had groin surgery in the off season, as well as getting engaged (Google this - it's charming) is expected to regain his speed on the bases, and he looks like he's going to hit even more home runs than he did last year. Beltre, due to being used as the DH in the WBC this year, is still getting into form, but no one is worried about that. He will be 39 years old this year, and he's on the cusp of breaking some milestone records including getting 3000 hits. We think Bannister will be judiciously resting him this year using the DH as a way of getting him some 'resting' time from fielding his demanding position in the dog days of the Texas summer.
As to the outfield: Carlos Gomez could start the season on the DL, but his injury is minor which has dampened his playing time in the spring. If he does, then center field will be open to be played by DeShields. We think the right fielder starter will be Nomar Mazara, a sophomore player, who had an outstanding rookie year. He has specifically been working on hitting off speed pitching during winter ball. His Spring Training plate appearances show he's been successful. Choo, who has been the starting right fielder when he was healthy, is going to be used more as the DH this year. He would like to start at least twice a week, but has publicly stated after a meeting with Bannister, he would do whatever the team needs.
All the outfield positions, back up first baseman, and the DH spots are going to be shared by Gomez, Profar, DeShields, Choo, Rua, Mazara and possibly Drew Robinson. With the career ending injury to Prince Fielder and the departure of Carlos Beltron to the Astros, there will be no 'regular designated hitter' for the Rangers. Instead, the DH will be the place where the veteran starting fielders will be rested from the field.
Drew Robinson is the young 24 year old who has stood out in Spring Training. He's on the 'bubble' to make the club. He also brings versatility being able to play all the infield positions as well as the outfield. His bat has been lively this spring. He's ready for the big leagues, but there are only 25 spots. He's in a crowded competition with Rua, Profar, and DeShields. We think, unless Gomez starts the season on the disabled list, and/or Bannister goes with a four man rotation to begin the season, Robinson will start the year in Triple A waiting in the wings for the inevitable injury.
So, how are the Rangers going to do this year? The pundits are predicting they will finish third behind the Astros and the Mariners. Everyone is picking the Astros to win the division. Then, it's split between the Mariners and Rangers for second place. However, everyone agrees it's a three team race in the American League West because of injuries, lucky breaks, and that undefinable 'chemistry' which seems to affect some teams. The chemistry element is something Jon Daniels, Ranger General Manger, definitely fosters. He believes a certain "team first" attitude in the club house translates into wins. He chooses players who buy into that formula. This can't be measured in terms of 'wins', but we've seen it working as recently as last year.
The Rangers seem to have the balance and the organizational depth to be 'right there' at the end of the season with a shot to win the division. It could possibly be the luck of the schedule, or as stated above, injuries which decide who wins the American League West. The Rangers have the talent to make this a fun season. Go Rangers.
As a supporter of the concept of the WBC, we were entertained by the games played by many of the best players in the world. These games were like watching play-off games, and they were exciting. The USA is still lagging in terms of top line players wanting the WBC experience, and most top starting pitchers have taken a 'pass' on signing up for any team. On the Rangers, Adrian Beltre, Alex Claudio, Rougned Odor, Robinson Chirinos, Sam Dyson, Jonathan Lucroy, Jurickson Profar, and Martin Perez all participated in the WBC playing for the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Venezuela, The Netherlands, and the USA. Dyson and Lucroy, playing for the USA came away with World Baseball Championship Gold Medals since the USA won the tournament for the first time. I wonder if they will hang them on their lockers?
The biggest competition on the Rangers in Spring Training was for the 4th and 5th starter positions in the pitching rotation. Tyson Ross and Andrew Cashner, both starting pitchers, were the only two significant off season acquisitions. They both had resumes that suggested they would be successful even though they were recovering from off-season surgeries. Both are still currently on the DL (disabled list). Ross is expected to be back in the early part of the season, and Cashner before that. Neither is automatic for any starting job at this point. Bannister, the Ranger's manager, has speculated publicly he will start the season with a four man rotation (Darvish, Hamels, Perez, and Griffin) because of scheduled 'off' days in early April, and then will move to the traditional five man rotation in late April.
Darvish, Hamels and Perez all looked excellent in Spring Training. Darvish and Perez both look completely recovered from their Tommy John surgeries. An interesting twist this year to Spring Training is we didn't get to see any of our top three pitchers routinely. The Rangers were hiding their starters from their American League competition. This is a common strategy for starters who are 'inked into' the starting rotation. A. J. Griffin, sporting shoulder length long blond hair with a full beard, looked competent as our fourth starter.
A surprise during Spring Training was a player who we acquired from the Astros under the Rule 5 draft. (FYI: If you pick a guy off the Rule 5 draft, you have to keep him on your major league roster for the entire year or offer him back to his original club.) Mike Hauschild, 27 years old, pitched quite well during Spring Training, and we speculate he will make the bullpen as the 'long man' with a chance at spot starts as well as the possibility of entering the starting rotation full time if someone falters or is injured.
Delino DeShields, a Rule 5 Draft acquisition two years ago, struggled last year and was 'up and down' between the big club and Triple AAA. This spring he seems to have regained his form from two years ago, and we've seen the jackrabbit on the bases, a spark plug in the lead-off spot of the batting order seemingly getting on base both with hits and walks and then stealing second. Using their body chemistry as a clue, Shin Soo Choo, a veteran outfielder seems to have taken this young player under his wing. Bannister commented DeShields conditioned himself in the off season to drop some weight and 'unmuscle' himself to increase his speed on the bases. It showed in Spring Training. DeShields should start the year at the major league level.
Jurickson Profar is an amazing player. So far, we've watched him play 1st base, short stop, third base, second base, and the outfield with excellent performance at each spot. For example, when he plays first base, you'd think it was the only place he's ever played. He is still switch hitting, and he's shown he can consistently hit major league pitching. Even with the shoulder injury, which took two years to fully resolve and heal, he's still a very, very young player with tremendous potential. His versatility should cement his place on the major league club. It's become obvious why the Texas Rangers have refused to trade this player.
Another player, Ryan Rua, just keeps improving. This spring he has shown he's comfortable hitting major league pitching and is selective in choosing his pitches to hit. He's showing he might become a 20 plus home run hitter. He's become a solid young player with upside potential being able to play both at first base and the outfield. He should also make the major league club.
Mike Napoli, a perennial Ranger fan favorite, returns for his third time. He was signed for two reasons: First, he provides the home run 'pop' which is always a plus on a club, AND he's a competent first basemen to replace Mitch Moreland, who, as a free agent, was signed by Boston. Why didn't Jon Daniels resign Moreland? We think it's because of a young first baseman in the Ranger's farm system. Ronald Guzman is a 6'6" young player who has major leaguer written all over him. He's probably about one year away from ''prime time". He looks supremely comfortable at first base, and he should also be an asset at the plate soon. Napoli is signed for one year, and we think Guzman or Rua are waiting in the wings to be the next long term Ranger first baseman.
Roughned Odor, Elvis Andrus, and Adrian Beltre all look ready. All are proven players who understand how to maximize their talents over the long, long baseball season. Elvis, who had groin surgery in the off season, as well as getting engaged (Google this - it's charming) is expected to regain his speed on the bases, and he looks like he's going to hit even more home runs than he did last year. Beltre, due to being used as the DH in the WBC this year, is still getting into form, but no one is worried about that. He will be 39 years old this year, and he's on the cusp of breaking some milestone records including getting 3000 hits. We think Bannister will be judiciously resting him this year using the DH as a way of getting him some 'resting' time from fielding his demanding position in the dog days of the Texas summer.
As to the outfield: Carlos Gomez could start the season on the DL, but his injury is minor which has dampened his playing time in the spring. If he does, then center field will be open to be played by DeShields. We think the right fielder starter will be Nomar Mazara, a sophomore player, who had an outstanding rookie year. He has specifically been working on hitting off speed pitching during winter ball. His Spring Training plate appearances show he's been successful. Choo, who has been the starting right fielder when he was healthy, is going to be used more as the DH this year. He would like to start at least twice a week, but has publicly stated after a meeting with Bannister, he would do whatever the team needs.
All the outfield positions, back up first baseman, and the DH spots are going to be shared by Gomez, Profar, DeShields, Choo, Rua, Mazara and possibly Drew Robinson. With the career ending injury to Prince Fielder and the departure of Carlos Beltron to the Astros, there will be no 'regular designated hitter' for the Rangers. Instead, the DH will be the place where the veteran starting fielders will be rested from the field.
Drew Robinson is the young 24 year old who has stood out in Spring Training. He's on the 'bubble' to make the club. He also brings versatility being able to play all the infield positions as well as the outfield. His bat has been lively this spring. He's ready for the big leagues, but there are only 25 spots. He's in a crowded competition with Rua, Profar, and DeShields. We think, unless Gomez starts the season on the disabled list, and/or Bannister goes with a four man rotation to begin the season, Robinson will start the year in Triple A waiting in the wings for the inevitable injury.
So, how are the Rangers going to do this year? The pundits are predicting they will finish third behind the Astros and the Mariners. Everyone is picking the Astros to win the division. Then, it's split between the Mariners and Rangers for second place. However, everyone agrees it's a three team race in the American League West because of injuries, lucky breaks, and that undefinable 'chemistry' which seems to affect some teams. The chemistry element is something Jon Daniels, Ranger General Manger, definitely fosters. He believes a certain "team first" attitude in the club house translates into wins. He chooses players who buy into that formula. This can't be measured in terms of 'wins', but we've seen it working as recently as last year.
The Rangers seem to have the balance and the organizational depth to be 'right there' at the end of the season with a shot to win the division. It could possibly be the luck of the schedule, or as stated above, injuries which decide who wins the American League West. The Rangers have the talent to make this a fun season. Go Rangers.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Self Control
We've come to the last fruit of the spirit. So as not to hold you in suspense, it's SELF CONTROL. It's exactly what it sounds like. The gist here is the Holy Spirit helps a believer practice self control. And what value is self control?
Remember how you felt when you ate the entire carton of ice cream, and vowed to start a sensible diet?
The cold dread when you saw the credit card amount after the Christmas holidays, and promised yourself you would stick to the budget.
How about a new appreciation of the porcelain throne after the New Year's Eve party, and as you lay there moaning, you decided no more of this kind of abuse.
And my personal favorite: I'll just buy one more pack of cigarettes, and then I'll quit for good.
Even if only one of the above scenarios resonates with you, then you understand perfectly how being able to practice self control can change your life for the better.
Here's my story about self control of a destructive behavior. Let's just say I'm a stubborn, arrogant, slow learner who is absolutely positive I can manage any situation totally on my own, thank you very much.
It's the summer of 1969, and I had one whole year of college under my belt. My family would be characterized today as 'lower middle class' or 'blue collar'. My Dad, an electrician, collected his two week vacation pay every year, but instead of taking a vacation, he paid a semester of tuition for my college education. My mother got a job for extra money working with the photographers who took those wonderful school photos your mom sent out with her Christmas cards. It paid a pittance, but it helped with books, meals, dormitory fees and so forth. I was the first person in my immediate family to go to college, and this was a family commitment.
So, I HAD to have a summer job. Without it, I couldn't go back to college. There simply wouldn't have been enough money to cover all the expenses. Now, in 1969 there were almost no fast food restaurants, the mecca for teen jobs. Adults with families were still making a living by working full time in retail box stores. If your Dad was white collar like an accountant or a lawyer, his company would hire the kids of employees for the summer to be gofers. The enterprising boys mowed lawns, or did odd jobs around their neighborhoods. If you were a girl (yes, we were all 'girls' back then), you babysat.
Upon returning home from college, I pounded the pavement. I circled want ads. I didn't have a car, so my mother had to share her car with me while I was looking for summer work. I had been looking constantly for three weeks, and I was getting desperate. In June, I answered a want ad in the Tulsa World posted by the Mayo Hotel, the most famous hotel in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Mayo Hotel was built at the height of the roaring 20's - 1925 - and the zenith of the Oklahoma oil boom. It quickly attracted the oil barons, the socialites, and the famous. It was the first hotel in Oklahoma to have ceiling fans in every room, and ice water on tap. In 1969 it was still a landmark in Tulsa, and their want ad was for a sales clerk at the sundries shop. The sundries shop, in the corner of the lobby, sold toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, combs, aspirin, pepto bismol, gum, candy and cigarettes - about 20 varieties. Young, peppy college girl (me) just fit the bill, and EUREKA, I was hired.
All good, right? Oh, yes with one small fly in the ointment: The job paid $1.00 an hour (stingy even by 1969 girl pay standards). There were two small compensations: I could work as many hours as I wanted, and I could smoke all the cigarettes I wanted.... I can still remember being so very, very angry. College boys (sons of other electricians) home for the summer made $7.00 per hour on my Dad's job site to subsidize their college expenses. Girls of the electricians weren't included in the program.
I cut off my nose to spite my face. I lit up every chance I got. My mother tried to stop me from smoking, but I just went off on a tirade of why couldn't I get a job on my Dad's work site? I can remember screaming I worked seven hours for every one those boys worked and walked away from her. By August I was hooked, and the cigarette monkey perched on my shoulder on and off for the next 30 years. And even worse, I got Drake to start smoking when I returned to college. It took him twenty years to hurl the little simian off his back.
I was able, barely, to not smoke while trying to get pregnant, while I was pregnant, and while I was nursing. Then like a siren calling me, I bought a pack of cigarettes within weeks after Sarah Lynn was weaned. Thus, began about 15 years of furtive smoking. Most people had no idea I smoked. They'd never seen me with a cigarette in my hand. By this time, there was no doubt among health professionals that smoking cigarettes would kill you. I knew they were killing me, and I couldn't stop. Spasmodically over that 15 years I tried everything to quit. I always went back to smoking loathing myself when I caved in and bought a pack. Finally, in utter desperation, I humbly petitioned for help from God. Was it easy to quit this time? No. However, curiously, it was much easier to quit smoking with the help of the Holy Spirit than it was without it. It's been 17 years since I bought a pack of cigarettes.
Here's the final takeaway from this series of blogs: If there's an aspect of your life you just can't manage on your own - well,you can call on this final fruit of the Holy Spirit to help bolster your self control over whatever is defeating you.
I started writing this series of blogs as a Lenten exercise for myself for 2017. I had no expectations at all because I was drowning in pain, self pity, anger, frustration, contempt, and arrogance. Every day I was just going through the motions of living and getting lower and lower. Alarm bells were going off among my closest friends. Working through, thinking about, and writing about the Fruits of the Spirit in the Bible have helped me smooth out and really examine my feelings. Am I all wonderful and every problem is solved? Nope. I'm still in pain, but my entire attitude has turned around 180 degrees. I can feel myself shedding the stress I've wrapped around myself and becoming happier. While my F of the S blogs may not have helped you, they've been lifesavers for me.
Remember how you felt when you ate the entire carton of ice cream, and vowed to start a sensible diet?
The cold dread when you saw the credit card amount after the Christmas holidays, and promised yourself you would stick to the budget.
How about a new appreciation of the porcelain throne after the New Year's Eve party, and as you lay there moaning, you decided no more of this kind of abuse.
And my personal favorite: I'll just buy one more pack of cigarettes, and then I'll quit for good.
Even if only one of the above scenarios resonates with you, then you understand perfectly how being able to practice self control can change your life for the better.
Here's my story about self control of a destructive behavior. Let's just say I'm a stubborn, arrogant, slow learner who is absolutely positive I can manage any situation totally on my own, thank you very much.
It's the summer of 1969, and I had one whole year of college under my belt. My family would be characterized today as 'lower middle class' or 'blue collar'. My Dad, an electrician, collected his two week vacation pay every year, but instead of taking a vacation, he paid a semester of tuition for my college education. My mother got a job for extra money working with the photographers who took those wonderful school photos your mom sent out with her Christmas cards. It paid a pittance, but it helped with books, meals, dormitory fees and so forth. I was the first person in my immediate family to go to college, and this was a family commitment.
So, I HAD to have a summer job. Without it, I couldn't go back to college. There simply wouldn't have been enough money to cover all the expenses. Now, in 1969 there were almost no fast food restaurants, the mecca for teen jobs. Adults with families were still making a living by working full time in retail box stores. If your Dad was white collar like an accountant or a lawyer, his company would hire the kids of employees for the summer to be gofers. The enterprising boys mowed lawns, or did odd jobs around their neighborhoods. If you were a girl (yes, we were all 'girls' back then), you babysat.
Upon returning home from college, I pounded the pavement. I circled want ads. I didn't have a car, so my mother had to share her car with me while I was looking for summer work. I had been looking constantly for three weeks, and I was getting desperate. In June, I answered a want ad in the Tulsa World posted by the Mayo Hotel, the most famous hotel in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Mayo Hotel was built at the height of the roaring 20's - 1925 - and the zenith of the Oklahoma oil boom. It quickly attracted the oil barons, the socialites, and the famous. It was the first hotel in Oklahoma to have ceiling fans in every room, and ice water on tap. In 1969 it was still a landmark in Tulsa, and their want ad was for a sales clerk at the sundries shop. The sundries shop, in the corner of the lobby, sold toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, combs, aspirin, pepto bismol, gum, candy and cigarettes - about 20 varieties. Young, peppy college girl (me) just fit the bill, and EUREKA, I was hired.
All good, right? Oh, yes with one small fly in the ointment: The job paid $1.00 an hour (stingy even by 1969 girl pay standards). There were two small compensations: I could work as many hours as I wanted, and I could smoke all the cigarettes I wanted.... I can still remember being so very, very angry. College boys (sons of other electricians) home for the summer made $7.00 per hour on my Dad's job site to subsidize their college expenses. Girls of the electricians weren't included in the program.
I cut off my nose to spite my face. I lit up every chance I got. My mother tried to stop me from smoking, but I just went off on a tirade of why couldn't I get a job on my Dad's work site? I can remember screaming I worked seven hours for every one those boys worked and walked away from her. By August I was hooked, and the cigarette monkey perched on my shoulder on and off for the next 30 years. And even worse, I got Drake to start smoking when I returned to college. It took him twenty years to hurl the little simian off his back.
I was able, barely, to not smoke while trying to get pregnant, while I was pregnant, and while I was nursing. Then like a siren calling me, I bought a pack of cigarettes within weeks after Sarah Lynn was weaned. Thus, began about 15 years of furtive smoking. Most people had no idea I smoked. They'd never seen me with a cigarette in my hand. By this time, there was no doubt among health professionals that smoking cigarettes would kill you. I knew they were killing me, and I couldn't stop. Spasmodically over that 15 years I tried everything to quit. I always went back to smoking loathing myself when I caved in and bought a pack. Finally, in utter desperation, I humbly petitioned for help from God. Was it easy to quit this time? No. However, curiously, it was much easier to quit smoking with the help of the Holy Spirit than it was without it. It's been 17 years since I bought a pack of cigarettes.
Here's the final takeaway from this series of blogs: If there's an aspect of your life you just can't manage on your own - well,you can call on this final fruit of the Holy Spirit to help bolster your self control over whatever is defeating you.
I started writing this series of blogs as a Lenten exercise for myself for 2017. I had no expectations at all because I was drowning in pain, self pity, anger, frustration, contempt, and arrogance. Every day I was just going through the motions of living and getting lower and lower. Alarm bells were going off among my closest friends. Working through, thinking about, and writing about the Fruits of the Spirit in the Bible have helped me smooth out and really examine my feelings. Am I all wonderful and every problem is solved? Nope. I'm still in pain, but my entire attitude has turned around 180 degrees. I can feel myself shedding the stress I've wrapped around myself and becoming happier. While my F of the S blogs may not have helped you, they've been lifesavers for me.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Gentleness - Obsolete and Archaic?
Gentleness is a fruit of the spirit, but in this 'dog eat dog' modern world, this is a spurned and ridiculed trait. If you delve deeper into its meaning, gentleness is a deceptive fruit of the spirit. Perhaps noting it's opposite will help hone in on understanding: Gentleness is the opposite of harshness, anger, arrogance and revenge.
Christianity always returns to 'love your neighbor as yourself', so the fruits of the spirit enumerated in Galatians 5:22/23 are all about how you treat the people around you. As I've suggested, you don't have to be a Christian to perceive these might be a good ethical and moral system in your interactions with others. Have you ever met anybody who shows gentleness? I have been privileged to know a few people whose clear understanding and embodiment of the fruits of the spirit have gobsmacked me.
When my current breast cancer scare arose, I immediately thought of certain people who I specifically wanted to pray for me. Now, why was that? Well, each of them visibly embodied more fruits of the spirit than I will ever have. And, when I read about 'gentleness', I was immediately struck that it was describing a blueprint of how one of these specific people lived her life. Yep, she's dead now, but it was a privilege to know her and amazing to watch her in action.
What did she do? Her final analysis of any person, and I mean any person, she came into contact with was to think of ways she might show her love and concern for them. Did she get angry? Sure. Was she occasionally petty or gossipy? Sure. However, when she caught herself behaving in such an unfruitful way, she pulled back and rethought. She was able to reach people the rest of us would have turned away from since we judged them as undeserving, incorrigible, unlovable, and obviously unworthy. Because that's what it really comes down to: We judge others in anger and contempt and justify our reaction because we find them unworthy.
Did she permanently change people's lives? I don't know about anybody else, but she changed mine. You know the trite and cliched WWJD? Well, I still often find myself thinking, "What would Mary Helen do?" I know she would not use her temper to run roughshod over others. (That volcanic temper thing is one of my personal favorite ways of behaving.) I know she would not display her arrogance in insisting her way or the highway. (Arrogance is often a personal characteristic and a real 'go to' way of behavior for me.) I know she would not plot how to 'get someone back'. ( Hmm - this one I don't do - I just 'cross them off my list' - the ultimate revenge.)
So, there you have gentleness. This fruit is a BIG struggle for me. Everyone has the power to belittle, steamroll and get revenge. The smarter, luckier,or more financially secure you are, the easier it is to use those unsavory powers. Choosing not to use personal power to undermine others is showing the fruit of the spirit called gentleness. If I could show 10% of what my friend Mary Helen showed others, then I would truly be rich.
Christianity always returns to 'love your neighbor as yourself', so the fruits of the spirit enumerated in Galatians 5:22/23 are all about how you treat the people around you. As I've suggested, you don't have to be a Christian to perceive these might be a good ethical and moral system in your interactions with others. Have you ever met anybody who shows gentleness? I have been privileged to know a few people whose clear understanding and embodiment of the fruits of the spirit have gobsmacked me.
When my current breast cancer scare arose, I immediately thought of certain people who I specifically wanted to pray for me. Now, why was that? Well, each of them visibly embodied more fruits of the spirit than I will ever have. And, when I read about 'gentleness', I was immediately struck that it was describing a blueprint of how one of these specific people lived her life. Yep, she's dead now, but it was a privilege to know her and amazing to watch her in action.
What did she do? Her final analysis of any person, and I mean any person, she came into contact with was to think of ways she might show her love and concern for them. Did she get angry? Sure. Was she occasionally petty or gossipy? Sure. However, when she caught herself behaving in such an unfruitful way, she pulled back and rethought. She was able to reach people the rest of us would have turned away from since we judged them as undeserving, incorrigible, unlovable, and obviously unworthy. Because that's what it really comes down to: We judge others in anger and contempt and justify our reaction because we find them unworthy.
Did she permanently change people's lives? I don't know about anybody else, but she changed mine. You know the trite and cliched WWJD? Well, I still often find myself thinking, "What would Mary Helen do?" I know she would not use her temper to run roughshod over others. (That volcanic temper thing is one of my personal favorite ways of behaving.) I know she would not display her arrogance in insisting her way or the highway. (Arrogance is often a personal characteristic and a real 'go to' way of behavior for me.) I know she would not plot how to 'get someone back'. ( Hmm - this one I don't do - I just 'cross them off my list' - the ultimate revenge.)
So, there you have gentleness. This fruit is a BIG struggle for me. Everyone has the power to belittle, steamroll and get revenge. The smarter, luckier,or more financially secure you are, the easier it is to use those unsavory powers. Choosing not to use personal power to undermine others is showing the fruit of the spirit called gentleness. If I could show 10% of what my friend Mary Helen showed others, then I would truly be rich.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
How Important is it to be Faithful?
Faithfulness as a fruit of the spirit is the quality of being faithful. So, let's talk about being faithful. In the 20th and 21st century, we've tended to define this word in terms of marriage. Are you faithful to your spouse? We mean have you forsaken romantic and sexual contact from people who are not your marriage partner. Boy, is it convenient or what to so completely narrow the definition of being faithful. Fidelity, a synonym of faithful, IS an important component of a successful marriage. It illustrates the origin of the word which flows all the way back to the Latin word 'fiducia' meaning 'trust'.
However, in broader terms one is faithful to what one thinks is important. On an 'oh duh' level, we are faithful to our jobs in that we go everyday, and a majority of Americans (according to a Gallup Poll) are mostly satisfied with their work, and about half as many again love their work. We, as a culture, are faithful to work.
We are faithful to our sports teams, our preferences, and our hobbies. We never miss a 'game'. We only listen to techno, punk, heavy metal, easy listening, classical, rock and roll, classic rock and roll, country/western, or nuevo anything. We are faithful to styles and tastes. We are at the gym, taking a yoga, zumba, kickboxing or pilates class. We are at exercise boot camp, lifting weights, walking or jogging. We embroider, sew, knit, read, write, woodwork, attend club meetings, play cards, go to museums, travel, cook, concoct exotic cocktails, read, watch tv, 'stream' or fool around on the internet. Being faithful to all these 'things' means they are so important to us we never miss an opportunity to do them.
However, how faithful are we to the non-partner people in our lives when it is time to shoulder some of the tough stuff. Did you dodge the phone call/text/email/letter from a friend in pain with the excuse, "I don't know what to say." Do you try to get out of extended family obligations because they are inconvenient or boring? Do you fail to step up or step out when it's obvious there's an opportunity. "Opportunity" was the favorite word of a friend of mine. She meant: Show your faithfulness. And, yes, she's dead, but I still see those damn 'opportunities' all around me.
If you are still reading, congratulate yourself. People who don't want faithfulness to be expanded to the idea of being faithful to others have already stopped reading. So, today, be faithful to your job and your spouse and to your interests, and your friends, but realize it's equally important to be faithful to the need of your neighbors, you know, those people whose paths intersect your own.
However, in broader terms one is faithful to what one thinks is important. On an 'oh duh' level, we are faithful to our jobs in that we go everyday, and a majority of Americans (according to a Gallup Poll) are mostly satisfied with their work, and about half as many again love their work. We, as a culture, are faithful to work.
We are faithful to our sports teams, our preferences, and our hobbies. We never miss a 'game'. We only listen to techno, punk, heavy metal, easy listening, classical, rock and roll, classic rock and roll, country/western, or nuevo anything. We are faithful to styles and tastes. We are at the gym, taking a yoga, zumba, kickboxing or pilates class. We are at exercise boot camp, lifting weights, walking or jogging. We embroider, sew, knit, read, write, woodwork, attend club meetings, play cards, go to museums, travel, cook, concoct exotic cocktails, read, watch tv, 'stream' or fool around on the internet. Being faithful to all these 'things' means they are so important to us we never miss an opportunity to do them.
However, how faithful are we to the non-partner people in our lives when it is time to shoulder some of the tough stuff. Did you dodge the phone call/text/email/letter from a friend in pain with the excuse, "I don't know what to say." Do you try to get out of extended family obligations because they are inconvenient or boring? Do you fail to step up or step out when it's obvious there's an opportunity. "Opportunity" was the favorite word of a friend of mine. She meant: Show your faithfulness. And, yes, she's dead, but I still see those damn 'opportunities' all around me.
If you are still reading, congratulate yourself. People who don't want faithfulness to be expanded to the idea of being faithful to others have already stopped reading. So, today, be faithful to your job and your spouse and to your interests, and your friends, but realize it's equally important to be faithful to the need of your neighbors, you know, those people whose paths intersect your own.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Goodness Gracious
"Have a blessed day." In my mind's eye, I can still see the short, slight, ebony colored, turbaned African immigrant woman who worked at the Valero gas station close to my Hurst house. I never knew her name. I would buy gas and deliberately go inside to pay because she would always smile and anoint me with her blessing. She radiated goodness.
All the fruits of the spirit are exactly that: They are what happen to who you are when you allow yourself to be filled with the Holy Spirit. GOODNESS is you being a blessing to others. Goodness is not about brownie points for your own virtue or morality. Thinking about what other people need, and then answering that need is the spiritual fruit, goodness.
Now, a little aside for all my readers who are heathens. The 'fruits of the spirit' is an inherently Christian concept since it's part of the New Testament - the blueprint for Christianity. So let me have a bit of a dialogue with you:
Heathen: "So, I don't believe in this religious mumbo-jumbo. I think the idea that we are puppets of some 'grand creator' is just superstitious nonsense, a holdover from the pre-scientific days when we really didn't understand the universe, physics, biology or chemistry. Nowadays, we are just a grasp away from understanding everything down to the sub-molecular level. I'll put my faith in science, thank you very much."
Me: While you belittle and disrespect my beliefs, I will not do the same to yours. Perhaps, I might just ask how all the understandings science can give you will solve the necessity of developing an ethical and moral system to give you a framework for rubbing along successfully with all the other human animals you encounter? You might approach the "fruits of the spirit" as a game plan for living a satisfying and meaningful life on this planet. Then, when you shuffle off this mortal coil, you can fulfill your fondest certainty and go to the worms. (Sorry, the last sentence was disrespectful, but I just couldn't help myself.)
I think everyone has that goodness muscle whether you are of the religious persuasion or a heathen. You certainly see it being flexed whenever there's a tragedy, small or large. Goodness brings food, water, shelter, muscles, money, resources, and coordination after death, tornado, flood, hurricane, or earthquake.
Now, here's today's takeaway: You are a blessing when you volunteer, smile, offer a helping hand, listen with your third ear, put others before self, show respect, admiration, and give of your talents. Goodness is being a blessing to others. Show it by having a blessed day.
All the fruits of the spirit are exactly that: They are what happen to who you are when you allow yourself to be filled with the Holy Spirit. GOODNESS is you being a blessing to others. Goodness is not about brownie points for your own virtue or morality. Thinking about what other people need, and then answering that need is the spiritual fruit, goodness.
Now, a little aside for all my readers who are heathens. The 'fruits of the spirit' is an inherently Christian concept since it's part of the New Testament - the blueprint for Christianity. So let me have a bit of a dialogue with you:
Heathen: "So, I don't believe in this religious mumbo-jumbo. I think the idea that we are puppets of some 'grand creator' is just superstitious nonsense, a holdover from the pre-scientific days when we really didn't understand the universe, physics, biology or chemistry. Nowadays, we are just a grasp away from understanding everything down to the sub-molecular level. I'll put my faith in science, thank you very much."
Me: While you belittle and disrespect my beliefs, I will not do the same to yours. Perhaps, I might just ask how all the understandings science can give you will solve the necessity of developing an ethical and moral system to give you a framework for rubbing along successfully with all the other human animals you encounter? You might approach the "fruits of the spirit" as a game plan for living a satisfying and meaningful life on this planet. Then, when you shuffle off this mortal coil, you can fulfill your fondest certainty and go to the worms. (Sorry, the last sentence was disrespectful, but I just couldn't help myself.)
I think everyone has that goodness muscle whether you are of the religious persuasion or a heathen. You certainly see it being flexed whenever there's a tragedy, small or large. Goodness brings food, water, shelter, muscles, money, resources, and coordination after death, tornado, flood, hurricane, or earthquake.
Now, here's today's takeaway: You are a blessing when you volunteer, smile, offer a helping hand, listen with your third ear, put others before self, show respect, admiration, and give of your talents. Goodness is being a blessing to others. Show it by having a blessed day.
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