Fear and Vacation

The kids have been back for the last few weeks and so has terrible fear.  Fear that things will go wrong at work. Fear that my ex will try to change our deal and will make my life miserable. Fear that illness will strike. Fear that my son will open the door to a stranger while I am on the toilet.

Tuesday night I had a dream that spiders were crawling all over a document that I was supposed to review for work and Ving Rhames and Dwight Eisenhower really wanted the document.  I think they were my client. Anyhow, they were like “C’mon… take care of this!”

I’ve signed up for a Sunday school class this fall about courage.  It’s corny, I know, but what am I supposed to do with this faith? My fears are indicia of my love for the world, and for my sinful pride in my own ability to fix things.

It not been all inky blackness.  The kids have been wonderful and we are getting ready to go on vacation.

Angels and Demon Days

My daughter came home Friday from camp, and just like that she’s gone again for two weeks after I put her on the plane to visit her Grandparents. I’m not sure what would have made Saturday a perfect day but it was a pretty good day punctuated by my ex-wife leaving everything to the last minute and giving me the general impression that she’s unreliable. That said, by the end, she did come through because she is actually very competent when she focuses and shows some care, like for her daughter (which matters to her) as opposed to my peace of mind (which she couldn’t care less about).

A few weeks ago, I taught Sunday School. Everyone in the class is supposed to teach part of the curriculum, and my topic was about Angels and Demons. A difficult topic for Presbyterians, who tend to feel comfortable with the idea of bearing the cross and of being a disciple because these are physical. All things non-corporeal and beyond human comprehension of a physical reality tend to make them totally freak out. Personally, I see a lot of parallel between the earthly mission of Christians; imperfect though it may be in execution, and the spirtual mission of the heavenly hosts. “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Heb. 1:14

Anyhow, it was easier for me to talk about Demons, and the suffering inflicted by the confusion and line-blurring they do. My favorite passage in the Bible is the ultimate confrontation between good and evil in this vein is Lk 4:1-14

And Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness for forty days, being tempted by the devil. And he ate nothing during those days. And when they were ended, he was hungry. The devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become bread.” And Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone.'”

And the devil took him up and showed him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time, and said to him, “To you I will give all this authority and their glory, for it has been delivered to me, and I give it to whom I will. If you, then, will worship me, it will all be yours.”

And Jesus answered him, “It is written,

“‘You shall worship the Lord your God,
and him only shall you serve.'”

And he took him to Jerusalem and set him on the pinnacle of the temple and said to him, “If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written,

“‘He will command his angels concerning you,
to guard you,’

and

“‘On their hands they will bear you up,
lest you strike your foot against a stone.'”

And Jesus answered him, “It is said, ‘You shall not put the Lord your God to the test.'” And when the devil had ended every temptation, he departed from him until an opportune time.

This is my favorite passage of the Bible first of all, because it shows that Jesus felt the same temptations that I felt and the same way that I feel them.  Satan tempts Jesus with what he wants.  Jesus is physically hungry.  He yearns to lead mankind, which has forsaken him. And his deepest fear is the painful death that he understands awaits him.  And Satan tries to trick him with technical arguments and rhetoric.  But Jesus is all substance. Substance means you man up and take it, for the good of those you love, even at the cost of your own discomfort.

Still, I wonder. I wonder because, I’m a fool. I don’t know if I’m doing harm or good sometimes. And I just can’t man up like Jesus (no one can). 

What am I supposed to do with the empty nest?
Is this loneliness teaching me something or telling me to find someone or is it just tempting me to go do bad or does it mean nothing at all?
My ex broke her vows, but at the height of my sorrow, I forgave her. What does that mean? 
I think its okay to have a gay ex-wife, and for everyone to move on during their life. But what happens in then end? The answer seems to be, not what we expect because we know nothing. Observe Matt. 22: 23-33

The same day Sadducees came to him,who say that there is no resurrection, and they asked him a question, saying, “Teacher, Moses said,’If a man dies having no children, his brother must marry the widow and raise up children for his brother.’ Now there were seven brothers among us. The first married and died, and having no children left his wife to his brother. So too the second and third, down to the seventh. After them all, the woman died. In the resurrection, therefore, of the seven, whose wife will she be? For they all had her.”

 But Jesus answered them, “You are wrong, because you know neither the Scriptures nor the power of God. For in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven. And as for the resurrection of the dead, have you not read what was said to you by God: ‘I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is not God of the dead, but of the living.” And when the crowd heard it, they were astonished at his teaching.

 Christ wants me to move on and do his work.  But I don’t know what that is yet. So I have to be patient.  In the mean time, I can suffer temptation, lonliness and sorrow.  I can drown myself in work, or delight in my care of my children, or I can go sing. But the questions don’t go away. Nor the doubts that I’m not doing the right thing.  That’s the difference between Angels and man.  Angels know exactly what their mission is, and they go ahead and do it. Man’s perception is incomplete and made more difficult with distractions both of pure evil and of its own making.

So what are the answers?  I have none. I guess that means it is… time for lyrics.  This is from “The Gorillaz”

In These Demon Days It So Cold Inside
 So Hard For A Good Soul To Survive
 You Can’t Even Trust The Air You Breathe, Cuz

Mother Earth Wants Us All To Leave
 When Lies Become Reality 
 You Numb Yourself with drugs and TV

Pick Yourself Up Its A Brand New Day
Don’t Turn Yourself Round, Don’t Burn Yourself
Turn Yourself, Turn Yourself Around Into The Sun

Stuck in a moment, and you can’t get out of it

The KJ at the Karaoke place said that I rocked this song last night. That’s what happens when you sing like you mean it, because you do mean it.

This is the entry where I recognize that I’m not doing well at dating, not just only I am an awkward nerd, but because I haven’t fully gotten over my ex-wife. Cue karaoke. No, no… play that sfx instead where the needle is pulled from the turntable and abruptly stops the music.

One would think I would be stuck in the moment where I found out that she was gay. I processed that moment. Cue sad acoustic cover, low volume. Let that play in the background, while I explain something about the heartbreaking dynamics of a collapsing marriage in America:

The moment that I’m stuck in and can’t get out of is a stupid fight that we had. We had it, and then we had it again. We had it over and over, throughout out marriage. Getting divorced didn’t settle the fight. What was it all about? It doesn’t really matter.

If you are an American kid born in the 70s or 80s, whose parents got divorced (or even if they didn’t but should have), then you know the fight that I am talking about. The specifics of the fight may vary from couple to couple, but the attributes are easy to recognize. First of all, the substance of the fight, is not about something which is high stakes like kids, sex, or money. What makes this fight totally poison, is exactly because its about something stupid. And while it is stupid, it is also the kind of thing that never gets resolved and can’t be resolved. This stupid and unresolvable difference becomes the elephant in the room that no one mentions.

A good portrayal of this sort of fight is in the movie “War of the Roses”. In the early scenes of that movie, there is an auction. Due to a conflagration of circumstances, Michael Douglas losses the auction to Kathleen Turner, and that is how they first meet. The auction item is for a totem. Michael Douglas wants it, should be able be to get, but somehow he can’t because Kathleen Turner clings to it. That totem becomes totemic for their marriage, get it?

I just don’t want another relationship like that, and more or less, that means I don’t really want another relationship. It’s no wonder that in my dreams, I’m breaking up with the girl of my dreams (see first post). Whenever I meet a new girl, I soon find that I’m thinking about exits. Pretty soon, it becomes all I think about: Not how to sleep with her, not how to get that first kiss, not how to get her number, not how to find out more about her, and certainly not romantic things.

No… when I meet a girl, I am already thinking about our breakup.

Based on that: Would you date me? Hell, no. I wouldn’t date me. Emotionally, I’m a pile of radioactive debris. Actually, its worse than that. Radioactive things decay, even if there is a long half-life.

Rather than do litigation, I pressed for a procedure called a “Collaborative divorce.” I won’t belabor the point about what that is all about. However, one thing about a collaborative divorce is that it preserves amicability much better than an adversarial one. Amicability means a degree of stability, which is a welcome respite from the emotional upheaval and financial turmoil of the procedure. But, perversely, the lack of upheaval can make moving on much harder.

It’s just a moment
This time will pass