Another Attack on Freedom

This very morning, only one day after London was chosen as the site for 2012 Summer Olympics, a terror attack occurred in that fair city. Four explosions went off within an hour, all striking transit targets during their busy morning rush hour. At the present time, at least 50 people are known to be dead and some seven hundred more injured, making this essentially the worst attack on London since WWII. Already a branch of al-Qaida has claimed responsibility, the same branch of the terror network responsible for the bombings in Spain. There are those who would say that the England and the U.S. have brought this problem upon themselves by invading Iraq. However, the attacks on September 11th 2001 were the result of al-Qaida already having declared war on us prior to campaigns in Afghanistan and Iraq. There are those who claim that our invasion of Iraq had no link to al-Qaida and was, therefore, unjustified. The very fact that al-Qaida is now active in the violent Iraqi insurgency, while continuing to attack nations like Great Britain in response to their involvement in Afghanistan and Iraq, is evidence that we are probably taking the war on terror to exactly the right place. If Iraq has become a haven for terrorists, then I say at least it’s better to fight an “away game” for this particular battle in the war on terror. We clearly are at war, not with a particular nation or religion, but against an ideology of violence and fanaticism worldwide. Great Britain and the United States do more to help people worldwide than anyone else. We provide more aid, we import more goods and we are the first to fight for the rights and freedoms of other nations and people … and yet they hate us. Yes, we are at war and that war has been brought to our own doorsteps, to our very backyards, by these crazy, suicidal fanatics. If that’s what they want, then I say “bring it!” We cannot back down because they are bent upon our destruction, which means we have no choice but to destroy them. There are those in our country who would protest against our military actions abroad. However, I have yet to see any of those people protest against al-Qaida, Hamas or the previous government of Iraq for their reigns of terror in this modern world. To those people, I implore them to take a second look at the forty families who lost their innocent loved ones in London this morning. When a murder occurs, the guilty party is the one who pulls the trigger.

My heart goes out this morning to those whose lives have been lost and torn apart in London and I offer the following poem, which I wrote on the morning of September 11th, while sitting in my office watching reruns of the Twin Towers collapsing. We must stand together against this injustice.

The Heart of Freedom
Beware, you foes of freedom
Who dare to maim and kill
Who, by force, would stand against us
You have galvanized our will
You have struck the heart of freedom
Spilled sacred blood upon our soil
Stung the bastions of democracy
Yet, though we may recoil
Be it known, we shall not falter
In the midst of travesty
A sleeping giant has awakened
Which will rise from the debris
With a resolve and with a fury
Such as you have rarely known
Freedom’s mettle has been tested
And now its true strength shall be shown
By Frank Carpenter ©

Independence Day

Well, here we are at another 4th of July. Mostly we shall celebrate this holiday with fireworks and the consumption of great quantities of hot dogs and potato salad. Indeed, with all of the activity, it would be easy to forget exactly what this day is really about. However, on that fateful day 229 years ago when members of the continental congress signed the original Declaration of Independence something amazing began. Those delegates of the original thirteen colonies who signed that document might well have been signing their own death warrants for treason against the British crown. Fortunately, they were victorious in their war for independence and their little experiment in democracy is still going strong today. Furthermore, it has become the example of freedom worldwide over these past two centuries. So let us not take too lightly the gift of our own freedom or the price that has been paid to purchase it for us. Enjoy your fireworks and family fun, but pause for a moment sometime during the holiday to remind your friends and loved ones why we are celebrating. There are still many regimes, even in this modern world, which deny basic freedoms to their people. We owe ours to a small group of courageous men who dreamed of a better life and began the revolution that won it for us. We should all thank God for their foresight and wisdom, as well as the precious and sacred blood which was spilled to purchase their vision for all us. Along with my own poem on the subject, I have also included below the text of the Declaration of Independence and I encourage you to read it over and share it with others. We need to remember what we have and what they fought so valiantly for. We are the heirs of liberty and we have an obligation to preserve and protect it. Enjoy your 4th of July and may it also be a day of thanksgiving as well. God bless America … and let freedom ever ring in the hearts of men.

Song of Freedom
Still ringing are the battle cries
Of freedom from the past
Sung out by brave young men who spilled
Their blood and breathed their last
Still waving is the flag
They proudly served and held aloft
Yet, we must be ever wary
Lest our resolve grows dim and soft
Our children need to know the legacy
Of freedom which is theirs
As the gauntlet passes on to them
For they are freedom's heirs
Sons and daughters of a liberty
Which was born of trial and strife
Paid for dearly by the countless men
Who gave both limb and life
We must keep the fire burning
May we never let it die
So our children's children's children
Know the sound of freedom's cry
It's not enough to just be born here
We have to guard our liberty
And pass it on so generations
In the future will be free
By Frank Carpenter ©

And here is the text of the Declaration of Independence:

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refuted his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighboring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred. to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. --And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

… and that’s how it all began, 229 years ago. May we ever let freedom ring.

Let Your Voice Be Heard

Far too often, I believe that we who consider ourselves members of the silent majority prove it by keeping our opinions to ourselves. It should not be so! Each of us has a voice and an obligation to use it. Do you think no one will listen? Maybe. However, you can be absolutely certain that no one will listen if you fail to speak. I believe it was Wayne Gretsky who one said, “you miss one hundred percent of the shots you never take.” Each of us just needs to discover where our voice can be heard. Sometimes, when I am passionate about a political issue, I’ll write to a senator or a congressman. They might not read individual letters, but they do keep a tally of the issues their constituent’s care about. From time to time I even write to the President. I’m absolutely sure that he won’t read my email, but I also know that they keep track of opinions expressed as well. This morning’s resignation of Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor got me thinking about some national issues which are dear to my heart so I sat down and wrote an email to our President with my opinion. I have posted the text of that email below. Whether or not you agree with me, I would be happy to dialog with you … and I’d also encourage you to voice your own opinion to the President, or anyone else in our government. Maybe, just maybe, someone will hear you. At least if you speak out you haven’t abdicated your opinion to the countless other squeaky wheels in the citizenship. If you want to write to the president his email address is president@whitehouse.gov. If you wish to engage me, feel free to use the email link to the right or the comments option at the bottom of this posting. Either way, let your voice be heard.

Dear Mr. President,
Only this morning, Justice O'Connor retired from the Supreme Court. As a conservative, I beg you to choose a moral conservative to replace her. What is more, I also urge you to stand your ground in the confirmation process. Many of the bills and issues that you champion, however valuable they are, will get watered down and compromised in the process of passing through both houses. Yet, a Supreme Court Justice provides the last line of defense in the interpretation of the law and our beloved constitution. A more conservative court creates a political legacy which can span 20-30 years, and far beyond that in terms of setting precedent. So, dear President and Commander in Chief, we dare not shy away from this battle. Let us draw the line and stand our ground on this important issue. Let the democrats rant and rave. Let them filibuster. Let them make their speeches ... but let us win the day on your nomination of a new justice. As a conservative Christian, as a blogger and member of the "new" media, as an American citizen, I place my trust in you. My late father, State Senator Dennis Carpenter and then chairman of the California Republican Central Committee, introduced Vice President Spiro Agnew at the 1970 convention the night he coined the phrase, "The nattering nabobs of negativism." All alliteration aside, we continue to grapple with those same folks, and we must not let them have their way. Carry on, sir, and stay true to your heart.

With the greatest admiration and respect,
Frank H. Carpenter
Republican, California

Celebrating Friendship

Today, I pause to celebrate the great unsung heroes of everyday life. Friends. This is an area where have been particularly blessed so I speak from the perspective of having had my own life enriched by the many people who have shared my journey. True and honest friends can help to make the worst of times more bearable, while increasing the enjoyment of the better chapters in life as well. Now, I actually include some family in this category because, in my opinion, “the best of friends are family and the best of family are friends.” Some people simply fall into our lives from heaven, which is an especially fine gift. However, there are other friendships which are earned over time. In such cases we may come to admire certain qualities in one another which draw us together, or come to someone’s aid in a difficult situation and a deeper friendship grows out of that interaction. Either way, a true friend is one of those people who we let into our hearts. The world is filled with acquaintances and folks we meet along the way, and many people build a life of relationships on that uncommitted host, only to find that in their hour of greatest need they are all alone … or that their moments of triumph lack a comrade to share in them. My exhortation for today is for each of us to be a friend. That is the secret of building a foundation of friendship in any life. We need to take a proactive approach to people in general and treat them as we would choose to be treated. Like a marriage (which is a friendship of the highest order) or any other relationship, friendship must be cultivated and nurtured and built over time and it will, inevitably, bring the occasional heartache as well. People aren’t perfect and they will definitely let us down, that is the nature of life. We will likely mistreat others as well, or at least have it perceived so. However, time proves out relationships and those which stand that test of time can become a source of boundless joy and encouragement. So take heart, take action … and take a chance, because there’s a whole wide world of friends out there just waiting to be discovered. And the way to find them is to be one.

Celebrating Friendship
There is always cause to celebrate
If one surrounds himself with friends
For the enjoyment of their fellowship
Is a gift which never ends
Through triumph and through tragedy
True friends are always near
To support and offer counsel
And a strength which casts off fear
A friend is there to guide you
Through the dark of blackest night
To offer wisdom when you falter
And to join you in the fight
Yet, when good fortune smiles as well
A friend should also share
In the joy which is compounded
By his simply being there
There is always cause to celebrate
When one is wise enough to see
How much more each moment lived can mean
In a true friend’s company
By Frank Carpenter ©

Passages

As we wander through this world, our lives are in a constant state of transition. Sometimes it may be subtle or imperceptible, like the hands of a clock, but we are all in motion … moving, growing, becoming. Perhaps that process seems more pronounced as this is the season of graduation. At this very moment, many dear friends are sharing the annual ritual of commencement at my own high school alma mater, where I am well-acquainted with several of those graduating today. In honor of those graduates I offer the following poem, which was written as I sat through several such ceremonies over the recent years. My take on the subject is the familiar metaphor of embarking upon an ocean voyage, a fitting perspective for this particular juncture in life. I add, as a point of information, that today marks a year and a half since my father’s passing at the end of 2003. This leaves me a little pensive, as I consider how the course of my own voyage has fared during these last difficult eighteen months. Whatever passage may lay ahead, my wish for you today is fine weather, fair winds and smooth sailing. May ever your course be true.

Passages
Life is filled with passages
Which lead from shore to shore
To islands and to continents
Where we’ve not been before
What the future holds for us
In those ports which lie ahead
Is difficult to see from here
Regardless what is said
However, if your training
Is complete and you prepare
For your passage, and the adventure
Which awaits us all out there
Then your journey, though difficult
Can be a fruitful and wondrous one
As you cross the trackless seas of life
From the rising to setting sun
Each passage begins with departures
When we cast off from the quay
Bidding farewell to things familiar
And choosing to sail away
Yet, we know at journey’s end
Across the expanse of blue
Shrouded in mists of the future
There are landfalls waiting for you
Today, as you stand upon the decks
With the halyards poised in hand
Preparing to leave the harbor’s safety
And bid your adieu to the land
Remember fondly what lies behind
In ports you have thus far known
But boldly turn and canvas raise
Striking out for coasts of your own
Though tempests may besiege you
Before your passage is through
May you sail courageously onward
And may ever your course be true
By Frank Carpenter ©

The Perfect Man

Lights, camera, movie review. Last night I had the opportunity to view an advance screening of “The Perfect Man,” which stars Hilary Duff, Heather Locklear and Chris Noth. Knowing nothing about this movie, I originally ignored the preview invitation as too frivolous. Upon announcing said action at home I was immediately accosted by my wife and daughter with cries of “hey, that’s our kind of movie.” A little homework revealed that it actually looked like a cute flick and I should give it a chance. So, in the immortal words of Stromboli, I proclaimed, “off to the theater.

“The Perfect Man” is the story of a single mom, played by Heather Locklear, struggling to raise two daughters on her own. The catch is that she’s so desperate to find a husband and settle down that she keeps settling for men who end up letting her down. Her quirky coping mechanism is that when those relationships inevitably fail she always moves the family to a new town to start over. In order to avoid the next move her sixteen year old daughter, played by Hilary Duff, invents an imaginary secret admirer, eventually played by Chris Noth, to cheer her mom up and prevent another move. Naturally, one little white lie leads to another until the entire situation gets completely out of hand. Even though Locklear plays the mother Hilary Duff is really the star and handles her role well enough. Yet, the plot is a little contrived at times and there are moments when the quality of dialogue leaves something to be desired. Nonetheless, while “The Perfect Man” isn’t likely to garner any Oscar nominations, it’s still a fun romp and offers the full roller coaster of emotions we’d expect from a good romantic comedy. Note that since the plot tends to focus more on Hilary Duff, the appeal for this particular story leans towards the teen audience. It’s still a great date-night movie and clean enough for the whole family. In fact, there is absolutely no sex, violence or profanity so this one gets the family friendly seal of approval. I believe folks will generally enjoy it and that it will perform well in the rental market once it comes out on video. Again, the Academy won’t take a second look at “The Perfect Man,” but it delivers all the love and laughs that it promises … and that’s perfect enough.
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The Untold Story

Some folks are just born lucky or smart … or something like that. However, most of us fall into the routine of daily life and eventually put our dreams on the back burner until they grow cold. We go to work every day and rarely think about them, except in those “what if” moments when we’re watching a sunset or staring blankly out of the car window. “Oh sure,” we tell ourselves. “That’s what I’d really like to do … someday.” How many somedays do you have tucked away in your attic? How many wrinkled sheets of paper have you scribbled upon, only to have them buried beneath a pile of bills and to do lists and other such paper weights of daily responsibility? Maybe we’ve just got our piles sorted wrong. Maybe we need to dust off our dreams and move them to the top of that pile. Once we have a job and a car and a house, maybe even some kids, then we tend to think that life is pretty much set and it might be dangerous, even treasonous, to upset the apple cart. Too many obligations. Too many responsibilities. Yet, I have learned that any life is still only set in wet cement. There’s some wiggle room. In fact, it’s all a matter of perspective. Some of the pages have already been written, but only the ones in the past. The days and years which lie ahead of us are still an untold story. They are blank pages, offering ample opportunity to tweak the plot. Today is just about over, but when you wake up tomorrow morning it will be a brand new day and we have the freedom, even the responsibility, to alter it for the better. Now don’t go doing anything crazy … at least not right away. I encourage you, though, to be open-minded. Think wet cement. Think clay. Think … possibility. Now close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then take a baby step in a completely different direction. Lots of your life still lies ahead so make the most of it.

The Untold Story
We each have an untold story
A whole life yet to live
With unlimited possibilities
To grow and become and give
We all have dreams within us
Waiting and longing to be explored
Too often, they fall by the wayside
Trampled, forgotten ... ignored
Until they are lost in the cobwebs
Withered by worry and care
We tuck them away in the attic
Of our hearts and forget they are there
Somehow, we simply stop dreaming
Working year after year, we grow old
Conceding the obvious course of life
We assume that the story’s been told
But while there is breath in our bodies
While there is hope in our hearts
The plot may still be refashioned
From second chances, even fresh starts
If we can but muster the courage
To dust off the dreams we once knew
Dare to dream them again wholeheartedly
We might see those dreams coming true
The most frightening, amazing, exciting thing
Precious, far beyond riches or gold
Is the wondrous, empty page of life
With its story about to unfold
By Frank Carpenter ©

The Crowd

It can be easy to lose yourself in the crowd of life. Everywhere we go there are so many people that we tend to wander through the crowd without actually noticing anyone. We’ve all got places to go and things to do and we’re focused in the next stop, the next project, the next off ramp, the next whatever. We don’t have time to notice individuals in the crowd, to make eye contact, to engage them in conversation. They’re strangers, for goodness sake, and everyone knows you’re not supposed to talk to them. So we blend in and keep moving. We look straight ahead, drive straight ahead, get our business done and get back to the safety of our own offices, neighborhoods or homes. Let’s face it, people are trouble. They have problems, they look different, they need help and, worst of all, some just want to talk. Yet, that attitude begins to soak into the rest of our lives. We slip out of church without a meaningful conversation or we pull into our garages without engaging with the neighbors – do we even know their names? But how much trouble is a smile, a hand shake, a wave or a kind word. You never know who might be lonely or hurting or aching for some kind of acknowledgment. That’s what loving our neighbors is all about. The funny thing about melting into the crowd of life is that, by default, we become nameless strangers ourselves. Rather, let us be the ones who cross the line, who break the ice and who make this world just a little better by our interaction with it. Whether you’re heading around the block or around the world today, my prayer for you is that you may learn to love the crowd. Who knows, it might just love you back.

The Crowd
Lord, may I learn to love the crowd
And not merely wander though it
To show some kindness to a stranger
Who would never guess I'd do it
To have compassion on the folks I meet
Whoever they may be
Regardless of what benefit
That act might have for me
Lord, give me love for people
Of every shape and size and creed
May I be a friend, not just to friends
But all who are in need
Break down the walls of selfishness
And fear that I have made
And build anew upon the cornerstone
Of love which You have laid
So that when I step out on the street
I step out none too proud
But, rather, with an open heart
Prepared to love the crowd
By Frank Carpenter ©

Cinderella Man

I had the opportunity last Thursday to watch an advance screening of the movie Cinderella Man, which I can highly recommend. First of all, it’s hard to go wrong with Ron Howard directing and Russell Crowe and Renee Zellweger in front of the camera. That being said, this amazing creative team does a commendable job of capturing the life of heavyweight boxer James J. Braddock, who was washed out and amazingly comes back to capture the title. The drama is set against the great depression and the first half of the movie, although a little slow, succeeds in painting the backdrop of that era in detail. I felt the pain and hopelessness of the period as I lived through it with the Braddock family and a nation brought to its knees. Besides being well-made and well-acted, this is an important movie about a time period that a prosperous America has mostly forgotten. It also represents a triumph of the human spirit in the face of overwhelming adversity, very much a Rocky meets Seabiscuit, where the common people find a hero to rally around in their darkest hour. The fact that it’s basically true makes it all the more appealing. As I mentioned, the first half was a little slow, but needed to be order to capture the pace of the depression. The second half was a little brutal, but needed to be as well. Also, I appreciate the story being told without any of the characters being so outrageous as to make them unbelievable, which so often happens.

As a conservative Christian I will also comment on the following: This is a great love story about a couple who remains married throughout the whole movie without having to cheat on each other. I also appreciate that they have a strong and romantic marriage, but the movie was made without including a sex scene. That’s a big win for parents who want their kids to be inspired by the story and history, but don’t want the sex. Nor do I - I actually close my eyes during sex scenes because many of them really boil down to soft porn in my opinion. Additionally, profanity is mostly only used when appropriate. Clearly there is violence as it’s a boxing movie, but it is also not overly gratuitous or any more gruesome than necessary. In conclusion, this movie is a win whether I’m wearing my generic critic hat or my fundamentalist conservative pundit hat. In other words, it has lots of good without having to fall back on the vices in order to tell the story. That gives it a top rating in my book. So if you haven’t yet, go see Cinderella man. And tell a friend.

Out of the Ashes

All of experience defining moments at some time in our lives. Those moments, when we make the difficult choices, can make or break a life so we must choose carefully. However, I’m also a firm believer that every day brings fresh opportunity to start over and do the right thing. It may be difficult, it might be painful, and the path may be marred by the consequences of our previous choices, but we can at least start out wherever we are and trudge in the right direction. It’s easy to give up and simply concede, “oh well, this is my life.” However, that can only be so if we give into it. I also firmly believe that God is a God of second chances. That’s what salvation is all about. The very nature of the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross acknowledges that we have sinned and fallen short, but it also offers redemption and the shot at a second chance, a new beginning. In today’s poem I have contrasted two key New Testament characters who turned their backs on Jesus during the same fateful night, yet their lives had very different outcomes. Those two men are Judas and Peter. I grant that Judas’ fate may have been an immoveable part of God’s plan, but choose to highlight the fact that his life was permanently defined by his choice to betray Christ. Peter, on the other hand, betrayed His master that same night. Yet, his life is defined by how he faithfully rose above that moment. In our own lives, we often have the choice to be broken by our failures or to grow past them, and through them. I don’t know where you are in the pile right now, but if you feel like it’s on top of you take heart. Your road may be longer and more difficult because of your poor choices, which is only natural, yet you may well be able to dig yourself out and make good. My point today is this: don’t give up, don’t give in. God is a God of second chances who, if we are willing to call on Him, will not forsake us. He offers hope … not only for today, but for a bright eternal future as well.

Out of the Ashes
Both men were friends of Jesus
each a follower of the Way
Having walked the path beside Him
until that fateful day
When their faiths would both be tested
to determine their destiny
And each would take his chosen place
in the pages of history
Their names were Peter and Judas
two of the twelve that Jesus chose
To be His friends and disciples
so the bible story goes
But something happened that day
when the path those men had shared
Diverged forever and led them
on journeys for which they were unprepared
Each had pledged himself to Christ
yet each in his own way
Turned his back upon the Lord
before the following day
Judas betrayed his master
and for silver sold Him out
While Peter three times denied Him
the last with an oath and shout
Each of them failed Jesus
and did so quite utterly
Yet that is where their stories
end in similarity
Judas’ failure defined him
as a vessel of wrath he became
Unto this day he is still remembered
and ever accursed is his name
But Peter rose from his failure
maturing into the cornerstone
That God chose to build His church upon
and the rest of his story is known
All of us fail on occasion
we’re only human after all
But we can still rise from the ashes
and live the life for which we are called
For even when we betray Him
God can turn our lives around
He can pull us out of the quicksand
and place us back on solid ground
Our failures don’t have to define us
they can become the stepping stones
God uses to change this world, and us
if we lay them before His throne
And allow the Lord to transform them
into God-given opportunity
We can rise from the ashes of failure
to fulfill our eternal destiny
By Frank Carpenter ©

State of Grace

As the warm weather returned, my dear wife and I have been puttering out in the back yard like everyone else. In our case, it’s really just a patio. However, there’s some furniture, a little waterfall and some things growing out there. So we dig, we sweep, we prune and water, picking up every stray leaf that dares to attempt the establishment of a foothold in our little nature center. My bride has spent so much time out in the back 40 (that’s feet, not acres) that we’ve begun to call it our room addition. All across the country I imagine countless other folks have been up to just about the same thing. After the relative hibernation of winter, and in our case the record setting rains of southern California, folks naturally gravitate out of doors. All the more so because we seem to have been created to respond to nature. In fact, we derive a nearly spiritual pleasure from interaction with our beloved friends in the plant kingdom. Not surprisingly, we are chemically and biologically bound to them as well, since we produce the carbon dioxide which they require and they turn it back into the life-giving oxygen we need to live. It’s a complimentary relationship which adds credence to my personal belief that we were both created with such a symbiotic interaction in mind. Today’s poem is one I wrote a few years ago while sitting in a particularly beautiful corner of a nursery one evening, on a day not so unlike this one. I offer it with hope that you might get out of doors in the next day or two and have the opportunity to sample the peace I felt as I penned those words.

State of Grace
There is a magic in the stately grace
A well kept garden knows
A wonder in the company
Of all that’s green and grows
There is a comfort in the quiet
Of a garden’s soft embrace
Which draws me in and beckons
Me to tarry in that place
Man was created in a garden
Perhaps that’s why where e’er I roam
I always wander into gardens
Because they feel like home
By Frank Carpenter ©

A Victory Revisited

To regular readers, an apology for my silence of the past several days. One holiday slipped by without nearly enough national attention this week. Last Saturday, May 7th, was the 60th anniversary of the German surrender in WWII. The following day, May 8th, was officially declared V-E Day in order to celebrate and commemorate that long awaited victory against the dark tyranny of Nazi Germany. I had started writing last weekend about the subject, but abandoned the idea to concentrate on Mothers Day. However, today I return … and not entirely too late because today, May 13th, is the anniversary of the national day of prayer declared by President Truman after the victory. Please remember that we still had a war going on in the Pacific so while there was much to be thankful for, there was still much to be accomplished. Without belaboring the point, my goal today is to encourage us all to take a look back and remember the patriotic heritage of that America at war and all those who fought so bravely on our behalf. As we remember that time in our history, I am more conscious than ever of how quickly we are losing our WWII heroes to old age. I urge everyone to track down the friends and relatives who fought or lived through that time period and glean any memories you can from them so we can pass their heritage down to the next generation that will have to live without them. To that end, I respectfully submit today a poem which discussed the loss of that greatest generation by attrition. For you history buffs, I have also included the text of the German Surrender document signed on May 7th, 1945 and a copy of President Truman’s declaration of the national day of prayer, which contains a fascinating snapshot of our nation’s heart at the time. A wise man, and a wise country, is always willing to look back in order to better understand who we are today. Enjoy the trip.

A Generation Passing
Another one of the older people I know
Has died, I just heard today
I sent him a letter a few weeks back
But now he has passed away
Like so many of his generation
Folks born when my parents were
I’m forty, they’re around eighty now
And old age has no cure
It pains me to see them dwindling
To lose the stories of all they went through
Memories of the Great Depression
And the valor of World War II
Who will remember the wisdom
That generation so dearly bought?
Who will pass on the values
That generation learned, and taught?
With every person who passes on
I feel a part of my life is lost
As our history and our heritage
Slips from my grasp at a terrible cost
If your loved ones are growing old
Call them, write them, hold their hands
Listen to each of their stories
Strive to encourage and understand
Glean the wisdom they have to offer
From the long years they have known
Before it passes away with them
And make that wisdom your own
By Frank Carpenter ©

Text from the
ACT OF MILITARY SURRENDER
1. We the undersigned, acting by authority of the German High Command, hereby surrender unconditionally to the Supreme Commander, Allied Expeditionary Forces and simultaneously to the Soviet High Command all forces on land, sea and in the air who are at this date under German control.
2. The German High Command will at once issue orders to all German military, naval and air authorities and to all forces under German control to cease active operations at 2301 hours Central European time on 8 May and to remain in the positions occupied at that time. No ship, vessel, or aircraft is to be scuttled, or any damage done to their hull, machinery or equipment.
3. The German High Command will at once issue to the appropriate commander, and ensure the carrying out of any further orders issued by the Supreme Commander, Allied Expeditionary Force and by the Soviet High Command.
4. This act of military surrender is without prejudice to, and will be superseded by any general instrument of surrender imposed by, or on behalf of the United Nations and applicable to GERMANY and the German armed forces as a whole.
5. In the event of the German High Command or any of the forces under their control failing to act in accordance with this Act of Surrender, the Supreme Commander, Allied Expeditionary Force and the Soviet High Command will take such punitive or other action as they deem appropriate.
Signed at RHEIMS at 0241 on the 7th day of May, 1945. France
On behalf of the German High Command. JODL
IN THE PRESENCE OF
On behalf of the Supreme Commander, Allied Expeditionary Force, W. B. SMITH
On behalf of the Soviet High Command, SOUSLOPAROV
F SEVEZ, Major General, French Army

BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
A PROCLAMATION
The Allied armies, through sacrifice and devotion and with God's help, have wrung from Germany a final and unconditional surrender. The western world has been freed of the evil forces which for five years and longer have imprisoned the bodies and broken the lives of millions upon millions of free-born men. They have violated their churches, destroyed their homes, corrupted their children, and murdered their loved ones. Our Armies of Liberation have restored freedom to these suffering peoples, whose spirit and will the oppressors could never enslave.
Much remains to be done. The victory won in the West must now be won in the East. The whole world must be cleansed of the evil from which half the world has been freed. United, the peace-loving nations have demonstrated in the West that their arms are stronger by far than the might of dictators or the tyranny of military cliques that once called us soft and weak. The power of our peoples to defend themselves against all enemies will be proved in the Pacific as it has been proved in Europe.
For the triumph of spirit and of arms which we have won, and of its promise to peoples everywhere who join us in the love of freedom, it is fitting that we, as a nation, give thanks to Almighty God, who has strengthened us and given us the victory.

NOW, THEREFORE, I, HARRY S. TRUMAN, President of the United States of America, do hereby appoint Sunday, May 13, 1945 to be a day of prayer.
I call upon the people of the United States, whatever their faith, to unite in offering joyful thanks to God for the victory we have won and to pray that He will support us to the end of our present struggle and guide us into the way of peace.
I also call upon my countrymen to dedicate this day of prayer to the memory of those who have given their lives to make possible our victory.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States of America to be affixed.
Done at the City of Washington this eighth day of May in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-five and of the Independence of the United States of America the one hundred and sixty-ninth.
THE GREAT SEAL OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
By the President:
Harry S. Truman

Mothers Day

Let us not forget that Mothers Day is this Sunday, May 8th. This is a weekend to honor all of our mothers and their contributions to our lives and families. I have been blessed with a wonderful mother, and all the more blessed by being married to an outstanding mother as well. Come to think of it, I even lucked out in the mother-in-law category. I guess I could be said to have won the triple crown of maternal good fortune. In honor of these women who have been so instrumental in my own life and happiness, I offer the follow poem. Feel free to copy my words down if you’d like to use them to express your own feelings to one of the mothers in your life. All that I ask is that you leave my name at the bottom. That being said, some of you have perhaps not had a positive mothering experience- that certainly happens. If you fall into this category, I would still encourage you to offer something positive to your mother or step mother because they went to a great deal of trouble on your behalf and probably love you more than you know. If you can’t even bring yourself to do that, then transfer your best wishes and appreciation to another mother in your life, such as friend or an aunt, and honor their example or treatment of their own children. And what if your mother has passed away? Then I suggest that you honor her memory by sharing her story or love with your own children, nieces, nephews or someone else in your life. We can all do something for this holiday. If you’re one of those cynics who think that all holidays were invented to sell greeting cards and flowers, then don’t prove your point by being a cheapskate and short changing someone you love who’d rather have a card than join your personal protest. Make your own card, cook a big breakfast or do something else creative. The fact is that we should be appreciating mothers every day so don’t waste your opportunity to do so this weekend. In closing, I offer my biggest thanks and mushiest “I love you” to my own wife and mothers. May your weekend be a blessed one.

Thank You
I thank you for a thousand little things
Which really aren't so small
And for the countless, thankless jobs
Which upon your shoulders fall
I thank you for the time you take
And for your energy
For the way you balance everything
And how you love the kids and me
I thank you for your gentle touch
And for your helping hand
For always being there for us
And how you seem to understand
There are times to work and cook and clean
And times to simply stop and play
Our kids know they have the funnest mom
Which you prove again each day
Somehow you find a way to do it all
Perhaps far more than you ought to
But we really do appreciate
All those extra things you do
All the things that show how very much
You love the kids and me
And I thank God most every day
For you, and our family
By Frank Carpenter ©

Tuppence a Bag

In the building next door to my office there is a white-haired old man with a peculiar habit. Shortly after lunchtime every afternoon he is to be found out in the parking lot between our two buildings, where he scatters the remainder of his lunch for the birds to eat. Mind you, it’s not bird seed or some dainty crumbs. His aviary smorgasbord consists of hunks of sandwich, potato chips, Cheetos, and all manner of torn up snack food. In fact, his unorthodox feedings usually include just about anything a bird’s cardiologist would scorn. It probably doesn’t matter, however, because all of his beneficiaries are crows. Perhaps the image of a strange old man feeding Cheetos to crows in a parking lot doesn’t warm your heart, but I’m always reminded of the old woman who sells the pigeon food in Mary Poppins. “Feed the birds. Tuppence a bag,” she would say. The imagery in the movie suggests that although the responsible thing was for the children to invest their savings in the bank, the few cents required to feed the birds seemed more intriguing … and, perhaps, more satisfying. I know that when our own children were young we used to save any bread or cereal that became remotely stale and then we’d go feed ducks and seagulls until they were probably sick. As we rush through our own lives such simple pleasures are often overlooked, passed by on the way to whatever our next event is. Yet, we also miss out on the simple joy which can come from such things. What little things have you been running out of time for lately that you used to have time for? It takes so little effort feed a few birds, buy a flower for someone, share an ice cream cone … whatever. I try to look for opportunities to enjoy those kinds of things whenever possible. I definitely pause for sunsets more than I used to, and no matter how late I am I always stop at lemonade stands. Life has all sorts of little surprises for those willing to invest a few tuppence and a moment to enjoy their fruits. Like you, my initial response was to assume that an old man feeding junk food to crows must be crazy. However, upon further refection, maybe he’s just happy … and there’s nothing wrong with that.

A Glimmer of Hope

Apparently I’ve been waxing rather serious of late and have had requests from some of my regular readers for an offering which leans towards the lighter side. To that end, I wish to respond with the following poem and comments. In this fragile world we all share, we seem to be running out of lots of things people care about, things like rain forests, ozone, oil, agricultural land, old growth timber, certain species of animals and the like. On the other hand, folks are frustrated because we seem to have too much of other less desirable things, such as land fills, pollution, expended nuclear fuel, cars and so on. Isn’t that just the way of things. We use up all the good stuff and wind up with lots of what we don’t want left over. I was pondering the likes of such eco-cerebral paradoxes early in the evening on a recent camping trip and was encouraged to discover that at least one species was still thriving, not only in spite of man but partially because of him as well. In fact, I made a significant personal contribution that night to help ensure the survival of said creatures. Sometimes you just have to look at the lighter side of things, even if they are annoying. Here’s hoping you can find a way to help save the world that doesn’t itch quite so much.

A Glimmer of Hope
We are polluting the air and water
Depleting the oil and coal
The ozone layer is growing thin
And the toxic dumps are full
Gnat catchers and spotted owls
Are in gravest danger, they say
And rain forests are disappearing
At an alarming rate each day
We’re running out of almost everything
On this most fragile biosphere
But glad tidings, fellow outdoorsmen
No shortage of mosquitoes here
By Frank Carpenter ©

Upon the Sea

For those of you who find the subject uninteresting, I promise to return to my regular programming on the next post. However, today I must offer one more posting related to the ocean. Even now I find myself curled up on a bunk aboard the sloop Blacksilver several miles off the entrance to San Diego Harbor, having spent nearly forty hours out at sea these past few days. Each of us, if we are fortunate, has the opportunity to discover the places and activities which make us truly happy. Those are the times when we feel more alive and at peace, like we have discovered our place in the world. Most often when we make such discoveries they relate to leisure time, but some are lucky enough meld those passions with their daily lives. One of those activities, for me at least, is sailing. While my opportunities to do so are limited and sometimes inconvenient, perhaps that makes them all the more valuable. When I am at sea, I relax completely and my cares seem to melt away … at least for a time. If you are a regular reader it may be obvious that my heart leans heavily in said direction and I may even be overzealous in sailing-related metaphors. Hopefully I don’t tire you of my musings thereon. In the meantime, however, I submit the following offering which was written, edited and even posted from out at sea, at least a little way. My wish for you is that, in some area of your life, you may find the peace I know at this very moment. If you’re still looking, don’t give up on your search … it’s out there somewhere. In the meantime, I hope you find something for yourself in my words. Smooth sailing and fair winds to you and yours.

Upon the Sea
The sky has cleared to perfect blue
The wind and sea are gentle now
As I recline at my favorite perch
Upon the pulpits at the bow
The western swell upon our quarter
Rocks me, easy as you please
As I gaze out, transfixed
Across the trackless reach of seas
All the way to the horizon
Where my unbroken view
Stretches out, it seems, forever
With naught but dreams of restless blue
This is the moment I was born for
The very place I longed to be
With the deep awash beneath my keel
And my heart upon the sea
By Frank Carpenter ©

Master and Commander

These next few days I will be at sea, competing in the Newport to Ensenada yacht race, from southern California to Mexico. As my crew prepares to face some 500 other boats over a 125 course through the middle of the night, my thoughts turn to the safety of all those folks out on the water. I must be brief, as I am scheduled to shove off directly, so I offer the following prayer which I wrote previously aboard the same boat I’ll be sailing on today. I have taken the liberty of borrowing the title from Patrick O’Brien’s famous serious of nautical novels, but offer the sentiments to all those who share my course in the coming days. As you sail across the seas of your own life this weekend, may your course be true, your weather fair, and may you also know the protection of the Master and Commander of all the oceans. Smooth sailing.

For more information about the Newport to Ensenada race, visit nosa.org. Also, for information about the boat I’ll be aboard, or the foundation that owns and operates her go to bksf.org.

Master and Commander
A Mariner’s Prayer
Thou art the Master and Commander
Who rules the seven seas
This watery domain is thine
To do with as you please
You sculpt the ever-changing surface
Directing wind and wave
Thine the tempest and its fury
Every element thy slave
Thine the frozen northern waters
As well, the trade winds warm
Thy grace lies in the glassy calm
Thy wrath, the raging storm
Oh Master and Commander
Have mercy on we few
Who venture out upon the seas
And brave the boundless blue
May Thy blessing be upon us
As we wander far from shore
Mighty Master and Commander
We praise Thee ever more
By Frank Carpenter ©

The Narrow Way

As we march into the weekend, I thought I’d send us off with a few thoughts about the choices which might lay ahead of us in the near future. Every day is filled with options and while many of them may seem small, even utterly inconsequential, their sum eventually adds up to our individual destinies. I believe that most choices, or directions, basically lead down one of two paths. First, there is the high moral path of the greatest good which, in my opinion, generally leads towards God. Then there is the path of compromise, which may not lead directly towards darkness or evil, but certainly tends to meander away from God. Sometimes that variation can seem slight, but with every choice we make we are generally taking a small step in one direction, towards either heaven or hell, if you will. The exciting, scary, amazing thing about life however, is that we have the opportunity to re-choose with each step. Sometimes a few thoughtless shortcuts or detours can land us in places we never intended to end up so we must choose both wisely and cautiously. We, as believers, must try to avoid the proverbial path of least resistance and endeavor keep our feet upon what Pilgrim’s Progress referred to as the narrow way. That will often be the more difficult path, offering deferred benefits instead of immediate satisfaction, but it will always prove itself worthy … while proving us worthy as well. I believe the poet Robert Frost summed it up best in the closing lines of his well-known poem The Road Not Taken, when he penned the words,
“I shall be saying this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference”

Well spoken, I think that about covers it. All the best to you as you choose your own path today.

The Narrow Way
There are always two roads to choose from
At least two roads, or more
The easy path of compromise
We’ve all tried that one before
And then the way more difficult
Less attractive, at first, it’s true
But yielding better results by far
Once every journey is through
How will you choose when paths diverge
For that juncture may come today
And broad is the path to destruction
Yet, far better the narrow way
By Frank Carpenter ©

Revelations

Last night, I had the opportunity to view an advance copy of the pilot episode for the upcoming six-hour series “Revelations,” which premiers this Wednesday, April 13 on NBC. (9-10 p.m. ET/PT) It stars Bill Pullman as Dr. Richard Massey, an atheistic astrophysicist who is dragged unwillingly into an end time struggle between good and evil. Also staring is Natascha McElhone as Sister Josepha Montifiore, a Harvard educated nun intent on discovering Jesus at His second coming and protecting him from those who seek to destroy him. John Rhys-Davies also guest stars, and he is a welcome addition on any screen. The pilot episode basically lays the groundwork for the rest of the series by portraying a world in conflict (wars and rumors of wars) with evil on the rise, contrasted against the backdrop of undeniable miracles which seem to point to the prophetic and imminent return of Jesus Christ to earth in the “end of days.” The show is chock full of scripture quotes, which is a good thing. However, it takes a great deal of liberty with prophecy as is to be expected with any major network production. It has its roots in the biblical end times of the New Testament, but it is clearly fiction. I here point out that the “Left Behind” series is also fiction, yet found huge readership and has had a commensurate impact. Evangelicals will be a little disappointed with the extent of Catholic imagery and doctrine, yet I confess having the same frustration with parts of “The Passion.” Nonethless, there would be no biblical message in that time slot without “Revelations.” So, from that stand point, it’s at least a “better than” choice. All those grains of salt taken, my wife and I were still riveted to the story and stayed glued to the screen to the end, which definitely leaves one hungry for the next episode. It’s not surprising that “Revelations” comes from the pen of writer/creator David Seltzer, who also wrote “The Omen.” What I must share is this: when I saw the original “Omen” as an unbelieving teenager, I went right home and started reading the book of Revelations in a bible at home. As an adult believer, then, I see the value in this type of programming because it has the potential to whet one’s appetite for a larger dose of biblical truth. Even if we struggle with the theology, I encourage folks to watch “Revelations” so they will be able to speak intelligently about it around the water cooler or in the school lunch line. Like “The Passion,” “Left Behind” or “The Omega Code,” it has the potential to act as a launch point into religious conversations which might otherwise be difficult to get started. It’s an enjoyable watch, with an eternal perspective. Nowadays, at the cost of some theological compromises, I’ll take as much of that genre as I can get.

All fiction aside, the production of “Revelations” points to the fact that main stream media acknowledges a growing interest in religious programming, especially as it relates to end times. This is an important time to remind us all that there actually is an "end times" somewhere on the horizon of mankind’s future and we should live accordingly. Even more importantly, none of us has any guarantee of how long we’ll be here, no matter how young we are. The “end of days” could come for any one person at any time. Bear in mind that if you get hit by a drunk driver, slip in the bath tub, or choke on a chicken bone, then your personal journey goes straight to the end of the bible. (without passing Go!) I call this the doctrine of spontaneous revelation. Don’t bother looking it up, I invented the name. The fact is that the end of this earthly life, for whatever reason, hurls us directly into eternity so folks are wise to have their fire insurance paid up in advance. Therefore, I conclude today with my own poem on this subject. It’s light-hearted enough to share with anyone and may be an appropriate response to some of those conversations sparked by watching “Revelations.”

Brimstones & Chicken Bones
(The Doctrine of Spontaneous Revelation)
We all have business to do with God
but we’re young and in our prime
So we put Him off year after year
assuming there’s plenty of time
We know Jesus is coming back someday
but who knows when that will be
People keep saying end times are near
but no one’s sure about prophecy
In fact, it’s so darn confusing
we don’t like to think about it at all
Since folks have been worried for centuries
and have yet to hear the trumpet call
So we kind of make this deal with God
that we’ll be good or better than most
Then we set the spiritual cruise control
so we can just kick back and coast
Figuring we’ve got a lifetime ahead
to sacrifice, give and serve
And if the Lord comes back just bad folks,
will get what they deserve
However, the flaw in our reasoning
which so many of us fail to see
Is that if we should die unexpectedly
we advance from here to eternity
We have merely to slip in the bathtub
or choke on the odd chicken bone
And suddenly, all the choices we’ve made
shall be etched in eternity’s stone
In that realm beyond second chances
where each man answers to God at last
For all that he did, and didn’t do
in the irrevocable past
Let’s call it spontaneous revelation
that day when you go to the head of the class
To discover that God doesn’t grade on a curve
and it’s strictly fail or pass
When your backup chute fails to open
whether or not your doctrine is sound
You better have your affairs in order
long before you reach the ground
Because the next stop is forever
so your fire insurance better be paid
You won’t get to choose between smoking or non
unless a reservation was made
Your cholesterol count doesn’t matter
nor how much dough you have socked away
Once you step onto the railroad tracks
You’ll be meeting God straight away
Don’t be lulled into complacency
for no matter how safe you feel
You may have one foot on solid ground
but the other is on a banana peel
So never put off until tomorrow
what the Lord requires of you today
Lest spontaneous revelation
should steal your second chances away
By Frank Carpenter ©

The Road Home

I have just returned from attending a memorial service in Oklahoma, where our family ranch is. It’s a place where my family has 35 years of history and I had even lived and worked on the ranch at one time. For all of its sadness, the only good thing about a memorial service is the opportunity to see lots of people in one place at the same time. That is part of the beauty of such gatherings and one of the reasons I rarely miss one. As a part of the weekend, I was afforded the opportunity to stay in my deceased father’s home and wander the roads and fields which are so much a part of my personal and family history. We all have roots of some kind and special places which have played important roles in our lives. For me, Tailholt, Oklahoma is such a place. I offer the following poem today, not because the names or places will be familiar to any of my readers, but because I believe the sentiments may evoke memories of your own personal roots. We all need to drive down the familiar roads of our past from time to time, even if we do so only in our hearts. Here’s to remembering your own road home … and may the journey be a pleasant one.

The Road Home
As I drive down this dusty road
I have driven so oft before
Past the red barn, the little brown house
and beyond the Tailholt Store
Past the little church where Noah preached
turn the corner at Shirley’s place
On down the cemetery road
with a wistful grin on my face
Then past the Caney Cemetery
where Don and Ednah and Helen are
I drift back thirty years, and more
but it doesn’t seem that far
I reach the junction at Wauhillau
pulling over to think a while
A lot of memories down that road
and most of them bring a smile
Off north is Bobby and Carolyn’s house
just beyond the old Chambers place
Where we picked dewberries in the spring
then there’s the rodeo bulls we chased
Across the road, by the old tin barn
is where that red bull ran me down
It didn’t seem so funny back then
at my debut as a rodeo clown
Just up ahead, atop the hill
is the spot where Herman and I
Dug sassafras roots beside the road
long ago, ‘neath the same blue sky
Just down the hill, by Bidding Creek
is where Uncle Don’s house was
Twas so nice today I kept driving on
and ended up here, just because
I slowly make my way back home
past a homestead I used to know
Where I picked daffodils in the spring
for my bride twenty years ago
I wave to Johnny and Rhonda
stop by the store for a candy bar
Having driven past thirty years of my life
has it really been that far
So much of my life is strewn along
the old country road I drove today
Not much has changed, except for me
and I kind of like it that way
By Frank Carpenter ©

Joan of Arcadia

Dear friends. I wanted pause for a moment today and put in a plug for show that many of us have been missing. It’s important, because it has a religious message that can open doors for conversation with those who fall in our sphere of influence. Time does not permit me to be more creative because I want to get a posting out prior to tonight’s episode, if only barely. If you miss it tonight, please take a serious look at viewing it, or taping it, next week. So rather than reinvent the wheel I like to quote a wise woman who works to promote such programming. She challenged me not only to watch Joan of Arcadia more, but also to help get the word out so that we, as believers, can send the message that we would like more such programming. Here is what media guru Elana Frink had to say:

JOAN OF ARCADIA is one of exactly two shows on network television to routinely discuss issues of faith- God is a recurring character, even. As religious Americans, you’d think that we’d all support this show, hold Joan watching parties, serve Joan-esque appetizers, and discuss it at length with our non-Joan-watching pals. Instead, JOAN languishes “on the bubble”, which is what entertainment industry people say when they don’t want to come right out and say “hey, this show is going to get cancelled if the numbers don’t get better.” Now, I know that some people who know their Bible better than I do have issues with the show not being Christian enough in its depiction of God. I empathize. But I also know that, for television networks, the choice is not between “A biblically inaccurate show about God” and “A biblically accurate show about God”. It’s between “Joan of Arcadia” and, pardon my crudeness, more T&A. Mainstream shows about God are a hard sell and, frankly, I’ll take what I can get. If we can rally enough support behind Joan, Hollywood will realize that Christians do watch TV- if it’s good. It’s up to us to train them to give us what we want. I’d like to ask you for three things today. First, will you mention JOAN on your blog today? The first new episode is tonight night (Friday) at 8 PM, 7 Central, and we need to get people watching. Not only could you talk about it being on the bubble, but you can be first on your block to know the dish about the season finale. On the one hand, Joan discovers why God chose her, and on the other, she discovers that there’s another person out there in contact with a greater power- only the greater power at hand is a dark one. Second, will you give JOAN a chance? It’s been preempted for March Madness, but as I said, the first new episode airs this Friday, April 1st, with four new episodes after that. Third, will you tell your friends (especially those with Nielsen boxes, hehe) about it? From experience I can tell you that JOAN is a great, low-pressure way to reach out to non-religious pals. If you’re looking for a way to start talking about faith, this could be it. In closing, I’d like to quote a gentleman with the Salem radio network I was speaking with earlier: “You may not love Joan of Arcadia, but you’re sure not going to love the alternative.”

I think Elana makes a very compelling argument. Last year we learned from “The Passion” that a main stream religious media event can have a huge impact if we can just get people in front of the screen. The same is true with television. So watch Joan of Arcadia tonight. If you read my words on Saturday or Sunday, then watch it or tape it next Friday … then talk about it at home, at school or around the water cooler. Even if you struggle with some of the theology, remember that it’s also entertainment and that’s something to discuss as well. There is so little truly worth watching these days so let’s fight for this one. I’d be interested to hear your comments about the show and, if I get enough response, I’ll deal with questions and comments in a future entry. Each of us has a voice, and this is something to talk about. Joan of Arcadia, Friday nights at 8:00 PM. Be there. Watch, listen … and then make yourself heard.

Millstones

Last week I saw the movie “Millions.” It’s a quiet little British film about two young brothers who fall into possession of a duffle bag full of stolen money. 9-year-old Anthony, the practical and worldly one, is anxious to spend the money on creature comforts which will benefit them directly. 7-year-old Damian, who is deeply religious and has visions of historical church saints, believes the money is a gift from God and must be given to the poor. He sets about doing just that, much to the vexation of his older brother, who clutches their new-found fortune all the more tightly. All this is set against a backdrop of the British pound being converted to the euro within a few weeks, which means that they must do something immediately or it will all become worthless. This is a moving story of opposing world views juxtaposed in the hearts and lives of two children. As they struggle with the blessing and responsibility of their find, they end up learning that true wealth has very little to do with money. I highly recommend this movie and believe it is still playing in theaters, at least those showing foreign films. Please see it … and take a friend! Now, with my movie review out of the way, I want to share the poem I wrote in response to the film and what spiritual lessons jumped out along the way.

Now, to correct a common misquote, money is not of itself evil. However, in 1 Timothy 6:10 the Apostle Paul writes, “For the love of money is a root of all sorts of evil, and some by longing for it have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.” In short, there’s nothing inherently wrong with money, but our desire of it causes all kinds of trouble in our lives. Besides simply wanting more stuff, which has its own problems, we as a society live under the veil of two huge misnomers about money. First, that it will make us happy. And second, that it offers us security in direct proportion to the quantity we posses. From a worldly or humanistic perspective, it seems to make perfect sense. However, if you believe that there is a God and a heaven and a hereafter, then gain in the present world counts for naught. If our measly seventy years on this earth (if that) is merely a dress rehearsal for a spiritual eternity, the implications of that world view should extend into every area of our lives. This is especially true in the area of personal finances because it acts as an experiential extension of the state of our hearts. In the gospel of Matthew he wrote, “for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” How profound the apostle’s words are, for he recognized that not only does our money betray the state of our hearts, our use of it affects the trajectory of our future lives … and not merely the short term of our earthly lives, but the eternal portion thereof as well. That is why the bible speaks so often and so liberally on the subject of finances, as it seems to be a lightening rod for both who we are and who we will become. The most difficult thing to understand and accept about God’s economy is the concept of treasure in heaven. God makes it clear in the New Testament that the things of this world are temporary and will pass away, essentially being burned up like so much chaff. While that which we invest in God’s kingdom, and for His good purpose, becomes treasure in heaven. It is as an investment … the ultimate retirement plan, if you will. Until we understand the principle of treasure in heaven, we can never hope to be considered financially successful in God’s economy. This is just one more area in our earthly lives where no amount of comfort, security or pleasure in this life could offer as much upside potential as the kind of investment which pleases and honors the Lord and Creator of the universe. In the end, all that we accomplish or posses here will pale in comparison to the six words that every human being should hope to hear at the great judgment which await us all at the end of this earthly life: “Well done, good and faithful servant!” With all that in mind, it must be understood that our possessions are far more than blessings from God. They constitute an obligation, a responsibility. God blesses us in order that we might convert such currency into heavenly treasure. In fact, God only counts it as blessing to the extent that we give it away. Our earthly treasures are actually millstones hung upon our necks, the weight of which can plunge us into darkness if we are unwilling cast them upon the waters of God’s greater purpose. And in His infinite wisdom, he left the choice up to us for He is most honored by our choice to freely give back what He has so graciously blessed us with. It’s all a question of entitlement. Does it belong to God, or is it ours? If it’s His, and He’s merely loaning it all to us, than we have an obligation to pay Him back the principle in good stewardship and interest in the form of lives well-lived. That’s how I see the whole thing. Mind you, I struggle as much as anyone with trying to live the life we are called to, but we must muddle through as best we can. Perhaps, before it’s too late, we may learn the same lesson as the two young protagonists in the movie I so highly recommend: that true wealth has very little to do with money … and everything to do with eternity.

Millstones
All these years, as I’ve scraped and scrambled
Ever longing for just a bit more
I thought money could solve my problems
Now, I’m not nearly as sure as before
For all I have counted as blessing
At least in the material way
Seems to me now, but a millstone
Hung about my neck today
And the weight of it feels a burden
Perhaps men should not have to bear
For each thing I purchase requires
Additional payments, insurance, repair
And I fear the life we are called to
May not be one of prosperity
But simpler lives, in which blessing
Is measured in terms of our charity
And what of this millstone we carry?
How can we ever be free?
Since I realize all my possessions
Amount to responsibility
For all that I gather around me
Serves but to glorify me today
And God only counts it as blessing
Once it has been given away
By Frank Carpenter ©

Gethsemane

Well, if you’re into religious holidays, this is certainly a red letter week. We had Palm Sunday last weekend. Holy Thursday is tomorrow, followed by Good Friday and Easter. Not to mention National Agriculture Week, National Poison Prevention Week, Legal Assistants Day and, of course, April Fools Day is just around the corner. Religious holidays, while good reminders of the truth, can often cloud it as well. We are so easily distracted by the food, the fun, the ritual and social aspects of any holiday that it’s easy to leave God out of such a day - even a religious event. All celebrating, church services, egg dying and palm waving aside, I would like to redirect our focus to the person of Jesus Christ, whom we truly celebrate this week. This is the week that dozens of prophetic scriptures were fulfilled through His triumphal entry into Jerusalem (Palm Sunday), his eating of the Passover, His betrayal, His mock trial, His death on the cross, and finally His resurrection. We must remember, amidst all the other hoopla, that Jesus is the Son of God, that He actually lived, actually died for our sins, and actually rose from the dead. If any of those facts are untrue, then everything else we celebrate this week is pointless and we might as well sing our hymns to the Easter Bunny. If we do not accept Jesus as our Savior and Messiah, then we are all April Fools and that would be the only relevant holiday. Let us come back to the person of Jesus Christ. A lot of dramatic and public things happened during this, the last week of His life. However, I am most deeply moved by that quiet moment after the Last Supper, and just prior to His betrayal, when He knelt in the garden of Gethsemane and prayed. In that scene of anguish and compassion I most clearly see the Son of God choosing to suffer and die for me personally. Easter is a time to celebrate God’s victory over death, but the foundation of that victory is His great mercy and the sacrifice of His only Son on behalf of an undeserving world. If you have further interest, I have pasted below a partial list of prophesies fulfilled by Jesus during the final week of His life. Have a happy Easter and don’t be an April Fool.

Gethsemane
Jesus knew his time was drawing near
On the eve of that final day
With the weight of the world upon his heart
He came to the garden to pray
He alone knew His Father’s will
And understood His redemption plan
And though He was truly God incarnate
Still, He was fully a man
He knew that pain and suffering
And betrayal were moments away
As He pleaded with God and wept He knew
There simply was no other way
There, in the garden, that fateful night
With the lights of the city in view
Jesus, the Son of God, considered
All that He must go through
The tears of His sorrow freely flowed
That night in Gethsemane
For He understood his path must lead
To the cross at Calvary
He was Christ, the Lord, the King of Kings
Yet, He knelt upon human knees
And willingly chose that night to die
Because of His love for you and me.
By Frank Carpenter ©

Partial list of Prophesies Fulfilled During the Final Week of Jesus’ Life:
Triumphal entry in Jerusalem on a donkey
Zechariah 9:9, Mark 11:7–8, John 12:13–15
Betrayed by a friend
Psalm 41:9, Mark 14:10, 43–45
Betrayed for 30 pieces of silver
Zechariah 11:12, Matthew 26:15
Betrayal money returned for a potter’s field
Zechariah 11:13, Matthew 27:3–10
Accused by false witnesses
Psalm 27:12, Matthew 26:60–61, Mark 14:57
Offers no defense
Isaiah 53:7, Matthew 26:62–63, Matthew 27:12–14
Struck and spat upon
Isaiah 50:6, Matthew 26:67, Mark 14:65, John 19:1–3
Hated without reason
Psalm 109:3–5, John 15:24–25
Soldiers divide His garments and gamble for His clothing
Psalm 22:18, Matthew 27:35
Pierced through hands and feet
Zechariah 12:10, Luke 23:33, John 20:27
Executed with malefactors
Isaiah 53:12, Mark 15:27–28
Agonized in thirst
Psalm 22:15, John 19:28
Given gall and vinegar
Psalm 69:21, Matthew 27:34, 48, John 19:29
No bones broken
Psalm 34:20, John 19:32–36
His side pierced
Zechariah 12:10b, John 19:34
Buried with the rich
Isaiah 53:9, Matthew 27:57–60
Deserted by His followers
Zechariah 13:7, Mark 14:27,Matthew 26:56
Resurrection
Hosea 6:2, Psalm 16:10, Psalm 49:15, Luke 24:6–7
Ascension to Heaven
Psalm 68:18, Luke 24:50–51, Acts 1:11, Ephesians 4:7–10

Week of Change

Do you ever feel like, try as you might to change, you just keep waking up the same every day? I think we’ve all been there, but today’s message is especially for those who consider themselves followers of God. I was speaking with a dear friend earlier today and we got onto this very subject. Those of us who call ourselves Christians, and who endeavor to devote our lives to that creed, often find those very lives falling short of our lofty professed ideals. I go to church, read the bible, pray, give, perform good deeds … the whole shebang. Yet, somehow, I never quite seem to become the better person I’ve been aiming at. This is all the more shocking when I consider the holiness and worthiness of my Creator, the depth of His compassion and the magnitude of eternity. In light of such compelling and life changing revelations, how is it that someone like me continues exhibit such a stalwart resistance to behavioral modification? All I know is that we must muddle through as best we can and take each day, each challenge, one step at a time. The Christian walk is not one of instant perfection, but of prayerful process. Even if you share these same frustrations, let me encourage you to keep taking that one step at a time as we walk together down the path of faith.

An additional thought upon my heart just now is that this is St Patrick’s Day. Now I’m not Irish, but if you are, or if you are interested, St Patrick is considered the patron saint of Ireland, meaning that he was essentially a missionary of the Christian faith to the land. For your enlightenment, I have pasted the whole story of St Patrick and the origins of this holiday at the bottom of today’s posting. My question today is this: If you are a believer, what are you the patron saint of? How are you changing your little corner of the world? I think we’re called to be the St Patrick of wherever we are. You can be the patron saint of your family, your school, your work, your neighborhood, an athletic team, a car pool, whatever. It’s unlikely you’ll get your own holiday here on earth, but in the gospel of Luke (chapter 14) he records that, “I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” That sounds like enough of a holiday to me. Wear green clothes and drink green beer if you must, but let this day always remind you that you might very well be the patron saint of your own sphere of influence. That is a lofty calling indeed. My hope and prayer for you today is that you’ll be able to look back at your life next week and see in yourself something new and different.

Week of Change
Oh, God, it’s been another week
And I’m here in church again
Letting seven more days slip by
Without proclaiming You to men
Nor have I moved forward
I’m the same I was last week
Having squandered Your grace again
Unfaithfully foolish and weak
Lord, I beg for Your mercy
For the hundredth, the thousandth time
I beg You, make my life count
And end this faithless pantomime
Help me take Your commands to heart
May I follow You, Jesus, at last
And become the man You want of me
Before another week can pass
By Frank Carpenter ©

Origins of St Patrick’s Day
Just like many other holidays in the United States, St Patrick's Day has its origins in ancient times. A young boy named Patrick lived in the British Isles, a land that had been invaded and conquered first by the Romans and then by Germanic tribes. Patrick was captured and taken as a slave from the British Isles to what is now Ireland. He lived there for several years herding sheep. He was a religious boy and he prayed that he would someday return to his homeland. Legend has it that one night while he was praying, a voice told him to escape from the farm, and find a ship that was waiting for him two hundred miles away. Patrick got to the ship, sailed to Europe, and disembarked in what is now probably France. He led several of the ship's crew through a dangerous forest, praying all the time. Neither Patrick nor any member of his crew was captured. When some of the men were about to die of starvation, wild animals appeared for them to eat. Events such as these appeared to be miracles and gave rise to later legends surrounding Patrick. At home, Patrick felt that he was called by God to perform an important mission. He believed it was his duty to go back to Ireland and convert the Celtic people to the Christian religion. Patrick arrived in Ireland and became a missionary, traveling from village to village and talking about his faith. Once, several members of a tribe approached Patrick and told him that they found it difficult to understand and believe in the Holy Trinity. Patrick thought a moment, then stooped down and picked one of the plentiful shamrocks growing wild around Ireland. "Here are three leaves," he said, "yet it is one plant. Imagine the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit as each of these leaves. Here they are, yet they are one plant." The tribesmen understood, because Patrick had used a familiar object to explain. From that time on, the shamrock has been a revered symbol of Ireland. Stories of Saint Patrick, for by then he was a saint, reached far and wide. His most famous feat is forcing the snakes out of the entire country of Ireland. Even though there are many different stories about how he accomplished such a task, it is probably not true. St Patrick died on March 17 and the Irish people set aside the day to mourn. He became the patron saint of Ireland. Mourning turned to commemorating him and celebrating his life. Americans have inherited this custom. On St Patrick's Day in the United States, millions of people celebrate whether they are Irish or not!
From: http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/blstpatricksday2.htm

Taking the Time

Weekend before last we lost someone dear in our lives. She had fought a courageous year-long battle with pancreatic cancer. However, in the case of that particular disease, it’s usually more of a fight for quality time than one offering much hope of a cure. Anyhow, my dear wife had invested lots of time staying at the hospital with her. She has an amazing gift of compassion, the wisdom of Solomon and the patience of a tree when dealing with those who are downtrodden and suffering. Over the years she has taught me that people in need trump all other earthly distractions. Having applied that principle, what I have discovered is that when we take the time to put people first then there are never any misgivings later. I learned that a year ago when my own father died after a protracted illness, and it proved true in this most recent relationship and loss as well. Real love is spelled T-I-M-E. When we give it freely loss becomes more bearable because we know we’ve done all we can. So without belaboring the point, I encourage all of us to take that extra time and invest it as needed in those hurting folks God places in our lives. And I daresay that when our own times of trouble come, that investment may well be repaid many-fold. Take the time … and you shall never regret it.

Taking the Time
Yesterday morning, I said goodbye
Though I didn’t know it just then
But this afternoon, that person died
And I’ll never see her again
Which only serves to remind me
How short our time can be
So we need to live and love those near
As if there was no guarantee
If we put off those visits
Like the one I made yesterday
We never know when opportunities
Might slip completely away
If there someone you need to visit?
Is there something you need to say?
Do you need to ask for forgiveness?
Or offer it? Do so today
For life is short, far shorter
Than ever we hope or plan
So we must give the love and time
We have whenever we can
Yesterday morning, I said goodbye
And tonight, though sad I’ll be
I know I took the time to care
So I shall rest easily
By Frank Carpenter ©

Be It Ever So Humble

I’ve been out on the road a bit lately, which I generally enjoy. I admit that even the simplest trip, even for a weekend or a day, seems to invigorate me. I just love being “out there,” meeting people and observing that which is unfamiliar. However, there comes a time when we simply want to be back at home. Eventually, our own beds, cars and acquaintances beckon to us. Even now, as I fly back from a whirlwind junket the draw of my comfortable little life tugs upon my weary heart strings. And I imagine it to be all the more so for my dear wife, who at this very moment is on a plane somewhere between here and Southeast Asia. She is returning from the disaster ravaged Southern tip of Sri Lanka, where she has been serving tsunami victims on behalf of our church. We haven’t been able to communicate much during the past ten days, but I know her surroundings have been utterly foreign to her and that she has been in the very midst of the destruction we all saw on news at the beginning of this year. I know for sure that she spent at least one day hiking through jungle and swamps while searching for additional bodies of tsunami victims. No doubt she longs for her own shower, her own bed, and the comfort and security of our welcome home far more then I. As we each wing our respective ways toward that unassuming little haven of rest, no words could ring truer than that tired old saying: “Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.” Amen.

Coming Home
There is excitement on the road
And adventure along the way
New people and new places shine
And yet, there comes a day
When one longs for things familiar
For family and for friends
There is a sigh of comfort even
When the best of journeys ends
There is a thrill to wanderlust
And each man longs to roam
But nothing compares to the feeling
Of simply coming home
By Frank Carpenter ©

The Whole Truth

Truth is an interesting thing. By definition, it should be an absolute. I believe it is. However, in this modern word it has a tendency to get watered down. How is it that two different politicians can make contradictory speeches and we divide up by party in choosing who to believe? Likewise, witnesses in court are sworn in and promise to “tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” The word truth is even emphasized by mentioning it three times, but opposing testimony often makes it clear that someone must be lying because their “truths” prove to be mutually exclusive. Not to mention the fact that virtually no one pleads guilty in court. Of course, they are often found guilty in light of overwhelming evidence. Clearly, even though there can be only one truth, it must be tested and proven. Ever fudge on your tax returns, even a little, or fight a speeding ticket when you know your were speeding? We give any number of reasons for completing tasks behind schedule, for being late, paying late, avoiding all manner of controversies. The world filled with people who, in effect, have convinced themselves that truth is merely “what you can get away with.” Is that really the world we want to live in? Is that the world we want for our children? Please answer carefully. Deception, however it seems to serve us in the short run, usually turns out to be a bitter pill indeed. For once those words of untruth are spoken and we’ve stood by them, we place ourselves in bondage to them. Truth is often more painful at the outset, but once spoken and paid for it sets us free. In the end there can only be one truth, the whole truth. A closing thought: that oath we repeat up at the witness stand always ends with the words, “so help me God.” That’s the clincher wherever truth is concerned … because He’s very hard to fool.

The Whole Truth
The truth can be a terrible thing
And all the more, if by surprise
But better by far a wretched truth
Than a world built on lies
Even semi-truth or half-truth
Though a tempting compromise
Prove cruel impostors in the end
Once unveiled from their disguise
There is no truth but whole truth
The whole truth that God can see
When we lie, we live in bondage
But the truth can set us free
By Frank Carpenter ©

Plan A

Do you ever get the feeling that life has something better to offer you than you are experiencing? Or do you find yourself thinking that God has a great plan for your life, but you’re just not quite ready to take it on yet? Often, and for a variety of reasons, we catch ourselves settling for a life that isn’t quite what we would wish for. Now, don’t get the impression that I’m talking about money here. Money is fine, but it doesn’t necessarily correspond to happiness or success. Either way, it’s only human nature to take the path of least resistance and let ourselves slip into a “less than” life because it was easier or more convenient. We might even feel this way while making lots of money, but in our hearts we know that life should be better, it should mean more. Somehow, we know that we are living Plan B. We know there’s a Plan A out there somewhere with our name on it, but we have the feeling that we’ve missed it. In fact, many of us may even know exactly what Plan A is. We just haven’t rustled up the courage to take that next step towards it. We fear failure. We cling to the familiar. Maybe we just don’t trust God enough. Whatever the reason, it’s out there and we’re not … and we know it. Friends, life is simply too short to settle for Plan B. It might seem a little scary. It might even take some extra faith, but it’s worth it. So say a little prayer, take a deep breath take that first step. There’s definitely a Plan A with your name on it.

Footnote: Just wanted to take a moment and tell you about some of my personal heros. My wife, along with ten other brave folks from our church, just arrived in Sri Lanka today with the mission of helping Tsunami victims. That’s two entire days of traveling, five vaccinations, two weeks of malaria pills and a gigantic plunge into the unknown. They are there to love and care for people who lost everything in a moment on December 26th. It’s easy to just write a check, and lots of us have. However, these eleven selfless people have taken the next step. They canceled their personal lives, rolled up their sleeves, and now they’re on the other side of the world serving both the needy and their God. It takes a lot of faith and love to make that kind of commitment. That is a Plan A commitment, taking the extra step … a ten thousand mile step into the unknown. Those are my heros. I’m a little worried, a little jealous, and extremely proud!

Plan A
So many times, we just settle
When we know there is something more
Lacking the simple faith that God
Could have something better in store
At times we seem to get a glimpse
But fail to clearly see
So we shy away in disbelief
And settle for Plan B
We let our fear of failure
Dictate the path we choose
Giving up what could be gained
While unaware of what we lose
Don’t settle, friend, for Plan B
As so many of us have done
God has something better in store
If you trust in His word and Son
Life can be so much better
Take that leap of faith today
Then step out and live courageously
It’s time to begin Plan A
By Frank Carpenter ©