I am no longer a Slave to Fear, I am a Child of God

 

I heard a song at church yesterday with words that jumped off the screen projection and into my mind where they exploded.  It was a giant block of truth I needed to look at more closely and share with others who have felt as I have.

The words were “I am no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God.”

The word slave probably does not strike me as bad as it does some because I am a white European.  As far as I know none of my ancestors were ever slaves.  They suffered discrimination but never the painful lash of a whip.  A slave is defined as a person who is the legal property of another and is forced to obey them.

I have, however, been a slave to fear.  Fear has had me in chains keeping me from moving forward literally or figuratively.  Fear of elevators has kept me out of them.  Fear of flying has kept me off planes.  Fear has kept me from speaking up in when I didn’t agree with something said or done.  Fear has kept me from applying for an upward promotion.  Instead,  I remained in chains which inhibited my physical movement or my lips from speaking what needed to be said.  Fear has kept me from using the potential God placed within me.  Do you agree?

And so what have we received in payment for our sacrifices? Nothing. Fear has not paid a penny for all the things we have given up for its sake.  If it looks and acts like slavery, chances are it is.

The song went on to proclaim that I am a child of God.  Today I sang those lyrics as though I believe it.  “I am a child of God.”  What an amazing idea to consider!  There are times we won’t feel like a child of God and when we are shivering in Fear’s Marketplace.  Nonetheless the song declared it. I sang it. We can embrace it.

I don’t mean to compare myself to people today caught in the dark, cruel web of human trafficking.  My suffering is nothing compared to theirs.  But from the perspective of someone finding himself tangled in the chains of fear, it is a terrible experience and fear is a harsh taskmaster.

By realizing how much fear takes from us, maybe now we can begin to take back some parts of our lives allowing us more freedom of thought, expression and movement.

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I’m Still Me

Still here, but owning up to the fact I never did look like Tom Selleck.

richrockwood's avatarRich Rockwood, Christian Author

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Observations About Life: It still requires a few blinks to get used to the elderly man I see in the mirror.  There are only whispers of hair where massive amounts once lived, changed at intervals from left to right or brushed straight back.  Dull gray has spread through the beard like lava oozing from a dormant volcano.  Dark circles ring the eyes, still full of curiosity and sensitivity.

Pain camps permanently in shoulder muscles pinched tight by side sleeping every night, the only position that works.  Sinuses throb until they have my full attention, breaking my concentration, pulling me out of my writing, sending me to the medicine cabinet or back to the pharmacy.  What is happening to me?

I am getting older, or I should say, my body is getting older.  This is strange because on the inside I feel like the same person.  Inside, I believe I can…

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A Tease of Your Imagination

Dear reader, whomever you are, thank you for stopping by.  For my blog today I wanted to tease your imagination away from whatever you are doing to a place in the (perhaps) not too distant future.  Even with the technological improvements, will we remain basically the same?

Fasten your Retention Belts!

The blaring sirens finally overtook the sound of the Bee Gees wail-thumping out her two inch speakers hidden throughout the jet car.  Slowly her eyes moved from the mesmerizing dash-monitor to the mirrored image of a bright red ball spinning on top of a grey-blue police car crawling up her quad after-burners.  She flipped the switch for the break-down beacon, moved off the Skyway and gingerly brought the machine to a stop. The engine went silent.  She sighed.  This machine is fantastic.

She checked herself in the rear view.  Not a strand of her wavy red hair was out of place. Her pink lipstick was the same shade as her tinted glasses.  She hit the window retractor button as the officer approached and the window shot out of sight.

“Miss, do you have any idea how fast you were going?” He sighed as he rolled his blue eyes skyward.   Hmm.  Tall.  Wavy brown hair and gorgeous eyes!

“Uh…my accele-reader was maxed so I’m not really sure.  Something over 1,000 I guess.”

“HQ clocked you at 1,100.”

She responded mockingly “Really?  I don’t know how that could have happened?  I just got this thing and I’m still getting used to it.  Do you know what time it is?”  He looked like he worked out, but probably not a good dancer.  So many men, so few good dancers. 

“I don’t have my chrono with me, but it’s late.  What are you doing out here?  Don’t you realize where you are?”  His glare was a turnoff.

After a moment he asked “Do you have the registration for this thing?”  She turned back and saw light shafts from his video-scanner going over the passenger areas.  “Sure do, just a second.”  She slid out the junk receptor and rummaged through it.

All of a sudden, her eyes saw something that shouldn’t have been there, something important.  A two square inch micro-chip, not her color, was clipped to the back of the receptor.  She moved her hand to cover it but was too late.  His video-scanner flashed, telling her it had been read.

After a few more minutes of rummaging through electronics in a frantic search for the registration, she stopped, gave out a sigh and sat back.  “I’m sorry.  I can’t find it.”    What a bummer this night is turning out to be.

“You’re going to have to follow me downtown.” He said with a smile that gave her heartburn.

“What?  Why?  What have I done?” She hissed.  “Just because I don’t have some overpriced tax-circuitry from the government.  Who cares when you’ve got all the rest?”

“That’s not the reason,” he said with the smile still in place.  “You have to come downtown because this is not your jet car.  My scanner just id’d this vehicle as your sisters’.  She called us an hour ago so we’ve been looking for you.  Now are you going to come along quietly?”

He got back in his squad car and pulled ahead of her.  Seconds later a blue tractor beam snaked out his tail lights bank and encircled her car.

She followed the police car fingers drumming time on the shiny steering wheel to some waltz from the last millennium squawking out the Skyway’s speakers.  How boring

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Hung Up Over “Nice”

It’s a perfect setting.  The sun’s reflection peers through the trees on the water. I can hear the sound of the fountain in the middle of a pond.  This pond is two-thirds covered by shadows.  The sun has not yet claimed this territory.  The one third in the sun is bordered by freshly moistened grass which barely covers the dirt.  The air is cool and fresh.

The water from the fountain creates wavelets that wiggle in my direction.

Everything is nice.

Why must I always seek that which is nice?  Why must I run from the unpleasant?  Is my soul just a pawn being pushed and pulled by judgmentalism?

Everything that surrounds me is real.  I believe that acceptance is the key to my serenity.  So why should I get hung up over whether this thing or that person is nice?

Why am I unable to let reality just be, why not let it wash over and through me?  Why must I give everything a label?  Why not let it all be?

LORD, please turn off all my filters today so that life can come to me as it is.   Let me be just another duck in the Pond.

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At The Gym

Men and women have dragged themselves out of bed to this place to exercise.   Obviously they believe in the benefits to their minds and bodies, but for some it goes beyond that.  For some it is the path to get a “hot” body which will entice another “hot” body to get close so things can really heat up.    With all this emphasis on heat, it makes it difficult to keep cool.

I come just to gain back some of the strength the years have taken away from me.   I want to feel (and look) the way I used to, but in a sophisticated way.

I enjoy pausing to talk to those who want to catch up as well as tune up.

It’s amazing what exercise can do for the human body.  But it’s more amazing all the different reasons people come for their exercise.  We all go down the same sweaty path but arrive at different destinations.

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My Life is Passing Like a Shadow

richrockwood's avatarRich Rockwood, Christian Author

“For who knows what is good for mortals while they live the few days of their vain life, which they pass like a shadow? For who can tell them what will be after them under the sun?” Ecclesiastes 6:12 (NRSV)

The older I become the more life seems to be flying by.  I tried to slow it down by breaking my routine, but that only left me disorganized.  I keep a journal so I can re-live events and accurately remember them, but the days still zoom past.  I start off each week fresh from my experience of worship and fellowship on Sunday.  Then I have my regular morning breakfast meetings, a few other meetings, Friday Date Night with my wife.  The next thing I know maybe two weeks have passed.  The activities I was anticipating or dreading are well down the river of time with all feelings I had about…

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Three Similar Stories, But Different Coverage for One: Are We Just a Statistic?

 

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Over the last few days there have been three news items dealing with unexpected deaths that seem to have been given quite different treatments by the news media in America.  The first was the crash of a Russian airliner with ninety two people aboard including sixty four members of the official Red Army choir named Alexandrov Ensemble. The second was the unexpected death of British singer George Michael. The third was the sudden death of Carrie Fisher.

In the first case, we have been given facts about the case, the number of dead, the location of the tragedy and what is being done to recover the remains among the wreckage.  In the second, we are given personal tweets about the charity work, the talent, the scope of Michael’s influence and even his run-ins with the law.  In the third, we’ve seen a massive outpouring of love and grief for the woman who played Princess Leia in the Star Wars episodes.  Weren’t the people who died in the plane crash also deserving of some background coverage?

Why, I wonder are the deaths of George Michael and Carrie Fisher presented as human interest stories and the crash of the military airliner as just another news story.  All involve the sudden and unexpected deaths of individuals. All are generating great waves of grief for those who knew them.  And yet, the airplane crash story may have generated no such wave of grief here.

Could it be due to the fact that relations between the US and Russia are quite chilly of late and so the American media are not sympathetic to a Russian tragedy or perceive that Americans just aren’t interested?  Could it be due to the fact it was a large number of persons who died and it would be impossibly difficult to select one or two people to show the human interest aspect of the story?  Could it be that this kind of tragedy is too grisly to describe in a newspaper story?  We can only guess as to what the real reason(s) is (are).

I noticed The British Broadcasting Company (BBC) did report the reaction in Russia, for example:

Responding to news of the disaster in an interview, celebrated Russian actor Vasili Lanovoy could barely control his emotions as he explained the ensemble’s significance:

“When I was a kid, during the [Nazi] occupation in 1941, I heard their ‘Stand up, great country’ for the first time, on the third day of the war.

“And when I heard yesterday, I was stunned. I think it is a great ensemble and it needs to be revived. It should not disappear.”

Maybe it is wrong to look to the media for help in processing our grief.  Maybe that is not their job.

I wrote this blog because it is my deep conviction that any and every loss of life is cause for expressions of grief.  Regardless of international relations and politics, these Russians who lost their lives in a sudden and terrible manner were human beings just like George Michael and Carrie Fisher.  This blog is not written to disrespect George Michael and Carrie Fisher in any way.  I have always been very impressed with George Michael’s talents as a musician.  As a senior citizen, I was delighted to see Carrie in the Star Wars movie last year and deeply touched by her last scene with Harrison Ford (Hans Solo)

However, even if we didn’t know anyone on that plane and never heard the music of the Alexandrov Ensemble, the family and friends of every person on that plane deserve at least our prayers and expressions of support on social media.  Every person in the world is much more than a statistic.  She or he was known by others, had relationships, loved and was loved, and shared our same physiology.

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Happy? New Year

We’re here again-on the verge of another new year.  The typical greeting (or is it a wish?) we give each other is “happy new year.” Is that what we all really want?  To be happy, according to the Apple Dictionary is to be “cheery, merry, joyful, jovial, jolly, jocular, gleeful, carefree.” Could anyone go through an entire year this way?

I suspect what we are really saying in the exchange is we hope the other will have a year free of trouble and difficulties.   This is certainly desirable, but is it the best way to go through a year?

Let’s say a person goes through an entire year without one single  trial or difficulty.  What would that person have learned?  Trials and difficulties are problems which give us a chance to grow mentally, emotionally or spiritually.

When I was on a temporary ministry assignment in Seattle, Washington, I contracted Hepatitis A (a virus spread by contaminated food) which meant I had to stop working. Before I knew what I had, I spent three days in a motel room alone, feverish and nauseous.   I did not have health insurance, so I needed to keep expenses down.  I visited a health clinic where I was told what I had and that I needed to be in isolation for about a month.  I flew back to Michigan and stayed alone in my mother’s apartment while she was down in Florida.

When I got back to Michigan, I questioned why this had happened to me. I thought as long as I was doing what God wanted, I would have a life free of troubles and difficulties.  Little did I know or realize that this experience, languishing on a bed in a motel for three days, would help me understand what it feels like to spend hour after hour on a sick bed.  The memory of that experience reminded me, through all my years in ministry of the importance of visiting church members who were hospitalized.  That knowledge never would have come to me any other way.

As uncomfortable as trials and challenges can seem, they actually are opportunities to develop as a person and to learn more about ourselves, our world.

I don’t expect the whole country is going to change their New Year’s Greeting because of this blog.  But if the blog helps change some people’s thinking about challenges and tribulations, it will have served its purpose.  Seeing difficulties as opportunities for real and permanent growth, would give us all better perspective on the trials 2017 has in store for us.  Maybe a better greeting is “a challenging new year.”

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This Time of Year

This time of year must surely lift us
The annual joyful event called Christmas
Forget this year, this weird election
Instead we need sincere reflection

A blinking star still lights the way
To feeding trough where a baby lays
The hopes and dreams of prophets past
He comes to cheer the sinners caste

A girl, a teen with husband close by
Screams for help to the drab, pregnant sky
It’s dark and cold, this room’s a stable
The floor’s so hard, and straw’s not a table

Then a Heaven seam splits open wide
The mother sighs, and the baby cries
Angels sing “glory”to men watching sheep
Who come and adore the babe fast asleep

Oh, my darling. My baby boy
The pain is gone and I’m filled with joy
Your face is so tender, so sweet to my eyes
You fill up my arms, God’s perfect disguise

And here in the land of the free and the brave
The fighting goes on cuz there’s many depraved
Who trumps the wind that now is so blustery
Life in America is presently drudgery

We’ve pilloried Hillary, is the media to blame
They’re just like us, we are all much the same
We’re not the answer to all disagreements
Trusting in God is what beats all this worriment

Is He not brilliant? His love never ends!
To give to each human the means to transcend
Immanuel means God with us…alright
Why can’t we give in, relinquish the fight

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Dealing with Loss At Christmas

richrockwood's avatarRich Rockwood, Christian Author

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Experience as a Flashlight:  The woman was beside herself with grief.  It was only a few months since her husband had died.  She was not looking forward to Christmas.  How could she deal with that loss at Christmas when the whole family would gather together and his absence would loom over everything?

I saw her regularly at the gym so, from time to time, I asked her if she had yet come up with a plan.  Finally she told me she had.  She was going to put all the mementos of his life (eg pictures, love letters, souvenirs from trips) together in an album which she would show the kids at Christmas.  It would bring back memories which would help fill his physical absence.

I saw her after Christmas and she seemed at peace.  Things had gone well she said.     And preparing the album had given her focus…

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