Time Marches On


Time is an intriguing subject, don’t you think? It is always with us to do with as we will…fill it, spend it, waste it, look at it forwards and backwards, but capture it? Uh-uh. It is so fleeting that the second you try to live in the moment, the moment is gone. But live in it anyway…it is a great way of learning to become more aware.

Have you ever thought about how much time it takes to walk down memory lane? Or how long it took Perry Como to record the song, Till the End of Time in 1945?

And what about the songs written about clocks: My Grandfather’s Clock that ticked away it’s owner’s life from the day that he was born until the day that he died…ninety years. And The Syncopated Clock written by Leroy Anderson in 1945; a fun and lively piece of music.

Time is spoken about throughout the Bible, but the best time passage (pun intended) is Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. It is good reading to be sure and a wise use of words by King Solomon.

Time can be fleeting, or hang heavy on your hands, but it does not stand still…no matter what…time marches on.

 

I’m Glad I’m Still Alive


She’s ninety-two years old and in long term care after a fall left her with a broken hip. My visit with her on Tuesday was a delight, as she reminisced about various people in her life (many times over). Dementia is often a side effect of longevity, and repetition of conversation is one of the tell-tale signs of this disease.

My friend misses her euchre games with her old friends, misses her Sundays at church, misses her home which she is sure she will return to when her hip heals.

Nevertheless, this dear lady loves her life and told me, “I know my children appreciate me and I love that.”

When it was time for me to leave, she took my hand and smiled, “You know, Pat, I’m glad I’m still alive,” she said.

How happy I was to hear those words. I look forward to my next visit with this plucky ninety-two year old.

 

 

 

The Proof is in Remembering


Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To by Anthony DeStefano.

It’s a new book I’m reading and for the next ten days I will write a brief excerpt from each chapter, beginning today with the Introduction…or at least comment that upon looking back over my life, I can see where each of these ten prayers has been answered for me. The proof is in remembering.

Here is an excerpt from the author’s Introduction:

How would you like to have incredible, unshakable faith–the kind that could withstand any crisis and any amount of suffering? How would you like to have as much courage and strength as the bravest war hero? the wisdom to solve all the problems you’ll ever face in life? How would you like to have peace–the kind of deep, inner tranquility that can carry you safely and smoothly through all of life’s problems? to experience the most passionate feelings of love, intimacy, and connectedness–no matter how alone you may feel right now? How would you like to know your destiny–a unique destiny God has chosen for you from the beginning of time, a destiny so grand in scope and heroic in proportions that it dwarfs all your dreams–a destiny you can still have no matter what your age, job, or position in life? All these things can be yours, and all you have to do is ask.

Tomorrow: I Wish I Could Believe…God Show Me That You Exist

It’s Called Alzheimer’s


Being in a pastoral care environment, dementia is one of the major issues we see. It has also touched my life personally, and inspired the following poem.

IT’S CALLED ALZHEIMER’S

My love, where did you go?

How many times were you warned

that you would make yourself sick with worry?

And you did.

Not that worry robbed you of memory,

but it left little room for enjoying your life

before it was claimed by dementia.

I look at the shell that is left of you and my heart hurts.

Your eyes are still sky blue,

but the twinkle is gone…replaced by a vacant stare.

When a hint of recognition breaks through,

my heart soars, only to plummet

as the flash of memory disappears once again

into the distance of the disease.

It’s called Alzheimer’s.

It has robbed you of your life, and me of my life partner.

©2006

To all whose partners have succumbed to this disease, and to those who are caring for loved ones while watching them disappear little by little, my heart and prayers go out to you.

“When You Remember Me”


This man, Frederick Buechner, writes some insightful messages. I love them. And so do the people who read yesterday’s quote about carrying our loved ones in our hearts, minds and stomachs. Two bloggers sent me hugs! Thank you SO much! Today I am posting a quote and giving Buechner’s direct link so whoever is so inclined, may help themselves to his writings.

“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.”

Frederick Buechner

How encouraging are these words; how poignant the message.

The Train of Thought


I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about thinking lately. There was a time in my life when a marriage counsellor told me, “You think too much.” What the heck was that supposed to mean? I didn’t give it too much thought at the time, but every once in awhile that comment comes to mind and I think to myself, “What was he thinking?”

Thinking takes on many forms: creative thinking, wishful thinking, positive thinking, negative thinking, thinking through it (whatever the “it” may be) thinking out loud, putting the thinking cap on…and so on…you get it, right? Well, now that I think about it, away back in 1994 I was thinking about thinking and came up with the following poem:

THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT

The train of thought

raced through my mind

traveling at top speed

down memory lane,

through rough terrain,

steep mountainous land,

wide gorges spanned,

irregular track,

through tunnels black,

by pastures green,

valleys,

still waters bridged,

meadows,

slowing,

slowing,

slowing,

slowly coming to a stop,

the train of thought.

©1994

The greatest transportation system in our world can be our train of thought. I don’t exactly remember where that thought came from but it seems pretty accurate to me.

And then there’s this from Philippians 4:8 “…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.”