Have you ever watched a child, playing with a bottle of soap liquid and a wand, making bubbles in the wind? It is a sight sure to make even a curmudgeon smile. Even the most serious of us will try to puff one of the bubbles a bit further along on its short-lived journey or will try to get one to land, un-burst, on the palm of a hand. It just seems that most times, bubbles are fun; the sound of bubbles in a fish tank, the nose-tingly feeling of bubbles from a glass of celebratory champagne, the bubbles (and satisfying burp) from a cold Coke on a hot day. You can see where I'm going with this. Bubbles are, for the most part, happy things and that's why I'm calling this blog by that name.
A couple of weeks ago, I closed out a blog I began in 2009 because I found that I was using it to vent anger and frustration more than anything else. I promise not to do that in this blog. I'm getting a bit old to keep stepping up and down on that soap box anyway. I thought that I was done with blogging for good, but several things have happened lately that have put me into a much better and sharable (is that really a word?) mind set.
My very good friend, Paul Kennedy, is helping Sara and I over a little bit of a bump in our lives. He is doing this by offering his time, professional training, personal experience, and love for us both. He is serving as a mentor as Sara and I try to reach a higher plateau in conversation, both speaking and hearing each other's feelings. This can't be easy for Paul. For one thing, we are probably boring and for another, he is willing to risk his friendship to help us preserve our own. The ability to talk and listen to Sara, in love and not anger, lifts me like a very big bubble.
Another good friend and person of importance in my life, my associate pastor, Anne Elmore, delivered the sermon at church last Sunday morning. As she began, I thought she was preaching FOR me. I found myself sitting, relaxed and complacent, shouting (well, silently shouting) a few "amen"s and a few "you tell 'em sister"s. It sounded like we agreed that all bigots, all dog haters, all tailgate drivers, all those who don't use their turn signals, and all those who park where they shouldn't, were going straight to hell. You tell 'em sister! Oops! All at once I realized that she was preaching TO me. She said, "Ross, you old hypocrite, its God's job to judge and yours to love. Take off the black robe, lay down the gavel, roll up your sleeves, and get to work for God." That probably isn't what she really said, but it sure sounded like it to me. Looking at a reflection in a bubble makes it appear to be upside down. What Anne did for me last Sunday was to hold up a giant bubble for me to look at. She told me, this is the way God sees you and you should see yourself, not as an avenger, both unwanted and unneeded, but as a lover of His children.
One more thing that I'll share with you, that created a "whoa, fool, check your attitude" moment for me, was spending a couple hours visiting with an old high school classmate, Judy Carter Briggs. Two types of persons still call me "Rusty", old classmates and those who knew me growing up in my church. Judy calls me Rusty and I love to hear it. Judy has suffered more physical pain and medical problems over the past year than I could only hope to be able to cope with. This lady (and I mean "lady" in every good sense of the word) whom I've known since grade school, blew a bubble in my direction that I am still trying to catch on the palm of my hand. She said to me, "I'm still young (same age as me which makes me feel good) and I'm praying for God to show me how I can be useful." Judy probably didn't see it, but that sure pulled old woe-is-me Ross up short. I think that I'll join her in that prayer, but include both of us.
Bubbles, love, joy, family, friends, and a big, old dog who trusts me. God has blessed me past all understanding.
A couple of weeks ago, I closed out a blog I began in 2009 because I found that I was using it to vent anger and frustration more than anything else. I promise not to do that in this blog. I'm getting a bit old to keep stepping up and down on that soap box anyway. I thought that I was done with blogging for good, but several things have happened lately that have put me into a much better and sharable (is that really a word?) mind set.
My very good friend, Paul Kennedy, is helping Sara and I over a little bit of a bump in our lives. He is doing this by offering his time, professional training, personal experience, and love for us both. He is serving as a mentor as Sara and I try to reach a higher plateau in conversation, both speaking and hearing each other's feelings. This can't be easy for Paul. For one thing, we are probably boring and for another, he is willing to risk his friendship to help us preserve our own. The ability to talk and listen to Sara, in love and not anger, lifts me like a very big bubble.
Another good friend and person of importance in my life, my associate pastor, Anne Elmore, delivered the sermon at church last Sunday morning. As she began, I thought she was preaching FOR me. I found myself sitting, relaxed and complacent, shouting (well, silently shouting) a few "amen"s and a few "you tell 'em sister"s. It sounded like we agreed that all bigots, all dog haters, all tailgate drivers, all those who don't use their turn signals, and all those who park where they shouldn't, were going straight to hell. You tell 'em sister! Oops! All at once I realized that she was preaching TO me. She said, "Ross, you old hypocrite, its God's job to judge and yours to love. Take off the black robe, lay down the gavel, roll up your sleeves, and get to work for God." That probably isn't what she really said, but it sure sounded like it to me. Looking at a reflection in a bubble makes it appear to be upside down. What Anne did for me last Sunday was to hold up a giant bubble for me to look at. She told me, this is the way God sees you and you should see yourself, not as an avenger, both unwanted and unneeded, but as a lover of His children.
One more thing that I'll share with you, that created a "whoa, fool, check your attitude" moment for me, was spending a couple hours visiting with an old high school classmate, Judy Carter Briggs. Two types of persons still call me "Rusty", old classmates and those who knew me growing up in my church. Judy calls me Rusty and I love to hear it. Judy has suffered more physical pain and medical problems over the past year than I could only hope to be able to cope with. This lady (and I mean "lady" in every good sense of the word) whom I've known since grade school, blew a bubble in my direction that I am still trying to catch on the palm of my hand. She said to me, "I'm still young (same age as me which makes me feel good) and I'm praying for God to show me how I can be useful." Judy probably didn't see it, but that sure pulled old woe-is-me Ross up short. I think that I'll join her in that prayer, but include both of us.
Bubbles, love, joy, family, friends, and a big, old dog who trusts me. God has blessed me past all understanding.
