Posts Tagged ‘personal’

If not me, who?

November 17, 2013

I’m preparing to travel to the prison where an execution will take place at 12:01 a.m. Wednesday, November 20. In my role as a ministerial witness, my arrival is to be around 11:00 p.m.

The man scheduled for execution is Joseph Paul Franklin, a hate-crime serial killer. I have known Mr. Franklin for more than 12 years, and I have visited his isolation cell countless times.

Some may ask, Why bother? That question calls to mind a couple of lines from the movie, Longford, about which I have blogged previously. Lord Longford was on a radio show and was being challenged about his long, frustrating and futile efforts to free Myra Hindley, one of the notorious Moors Murderers in the early 60s. The crimes were horrendous, grisly.

Lord Longford: … Forgiving her has proven difficult, very difficult. Not for what’s she’s done to me, that’s neither here nor there; but for the terrible crimes themselves. Forgiveness is the very cornerstone of my faith. And the struggle to deepen my faith is my life’s journey. In that respect she has enriched my spiritual life beyond measure, and for that, I will always be grateful to her.

Lord Longford: If people think that makes me weak… or mad… so be it. That is the path I am committed to. To love the sinner, but hate the sins. To assume the best in people, and not the worst. To believe that anyone, no matter how evil, can be redeemed… eventually.

So, I told Mr. Franklin I would be there for him. And if the execution goes through, I will be.

Memories

November 6, 2013
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Remembering the past
People, places
Events, feelings
From what vantage point?
I wasn’t there …really.
Oh, the person
I used to be
Back when
Most assuredly was there,
But, perhaps, not present
 
Who has ever been
“There” enough
Enough to see, feel
Enough to be present
Really present?
Was there an awareness
Then as now?
Am I remembering concerns,
Worries, hopes, fears
That weren’t even present then?
 
Who we are now
Seems so well-defined
Yet all of our past is colored,
Distorted, magnified
By today’s presence
Today’s presence
Erasing yesterday’s being
Yesterday’s being
Evaporating
Amidst today’s remembrances.

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

Thoughts swirling high above politics

September 30, 2013

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My T-shirt for today put me in a reflective mood.

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And simply lovely

September 28, 2013
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Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
Little voices in cheerful banter
Like children on the far shore
Or puppies romping at play
 
But it’s a gathering of loons
Far out on the lake
Quietly talking with each other
About their summer
Or their long, solo flights south
Perhaps about wintering in the Gulf
 
Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
And simply lovely

An opportunity to become a new creation

September 2, 2013

We went to a 50th anniversary party last evening, and I couldn’t help but reflect – especially since our own is less than a year away.

50th anniversaries have always seemed to be a big deal. In the not too distant past, one of the two seldom lived long enough for the couple to complete 50 years. Certainly a cause for celebration when that milestone was reached.

More recently, it seems as though many don’t stay together long enough to achieve such a mark. The  Golden Anniversary has become more elusive.

But to me it’s not so much that we stay together, but rather who we have become during those 50 years. I would suggest that each party in the couple is a unique product of that long relationship, a manifestation of their own individuality being in a loving relationship with the other.

Sure each could have gone on and done many good things and enjoyed personal growth whether in relationship with another or not. But what we experience in any given couple honoring that big event is a unique product. A different product. Perhaps a better product both at the individual level and as a couple.

That is the benefit of a committed, long-lasting marriage. An opportunity to become a new creation.

Apophatic Morning Stillness

August 15, 2013

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In the screen house
Under the trees
Overlooking the lake
An hour before sunrise
 
How does one describe
A stillness so complete
The tiniest leaf
In motionless silhouette
 
Against water
Tinged blue, pinkish-peach
Hopeful, tranquil
Waiting
 
Stillness, but not silence
A loon’s plaintive call
Hum of car tires on a road
Hidden deep in the hills across the lake
 
Circular liquid remnant
Far from shore
Unnoticed, unheard
Fish breaking the surface
 
Chilled
Time to go into the cabin
Grateful, blessed, a gift
Daybreak

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins