Thursday, January 22, 2015

SLOW AND PEACEFUL JANUARY IN FLORIDA

Hello friends!  January has been passing by very slowly as I conclude visiting my brother in Port St Lucie, Florida.  It is the height of golf season for Terry, but my days have been spent reading, bicycling, and listening to music at a popular Saturday morning farmers market on the waterfront in Fort Pierce.  Terry and I usually sit down in the evening and watch a movie on TV and go over our days, if they were not spent together.  Most of what follows, I did not share with him...


Slowing Down
Scene of Near-Miss Bicycle Accident
Almost ran into a person on the corner in front of the library, as I was riding my bicycle the other day.  It was one of those wide walkways down here in Florida, with apparent room for both pedestrians and cautious cyclists.  I yelled ahead and told him that I intended to turn right where he was standing on the corner, hoping to get him to move one way or the other so that I could continue on my way unimpeded.  I thought “surely he must realize what my intentions were”, but after slowing down as much as I could without stopping, he still hadn’t taken a step and actually appeared to be shaking ever-so-slightly.  It didn’t seem as though he were capable of making a decision as to what to do, so at the last second I had to stop a few steps in front of him and dismount.  With some aggravation and an “excuse me please”, I finally convinced him to move ½ step so that I could turn the corner and proceed right down Ravenswood Drive.  

As I peddled away, all I could think of was the fear that I saw in this individual’s eyes.  I expected the person on the corner to be ‘normal’ like all of the other pedestrians that I had encountered on the streets of Port St Lucie.  If his reactions had mimicked those I anticipated there would have been a “hello” and a tip of the hat.  It made me feel bad.  How often are our actions misunderstood by, and perhaps hurtful to others?  What can we do to prevent this or at least reduce its frequency by caring more for the people we come across in our daily lives?  Perhaps just slowing down a little and being more observant, while wearing a kinder cloak or mantle would do the trick.  Will I be ready next time for my encounter with someone just a little bit different?


The 2-Minute Warning!
I’ve been watching so much football this winter while staying with my brother here in Florida, that I couldn’t help make at least one comparison between the game of football and our lives in general.  
I used to be the only one who knew the official time!
In most professional, college, and high school football games, the two-minute warning is given when two minutes of game time remain on the clock in each half of a game.  The origins are from the days when one of the officials actually kept the time remaining in the game on a watch or timepiece.  The purpose of the warning was a checkpoint to ensure that the teams knew how much time remained in the game (usually more important to the team that was losing). Since the late 1960’s and early 1970’s, large stadium clocks have become official nearly everywhere through use of an official timekeeper.  The two-minute warning has been retained however as a commercial break during televised games, to serve as "tension building" time (for fans primarily), and a somewhat important part of the game's flow.
    
Often I get frustrated when I see football teams change their whole strategy during the final 2 minutes of a game.  One team employs a “prevent defense”, which hardly ever seems to prevent the other team from scoring.  The other team runs a set of plays called their “2-minute” drill, which often involves a lot of passing and frequent scoring of touchdowns.  If it is so easy to score, why didn’t they just play like that during the whole game, rather than waiting until only 2 minutes was left?

But the 2-minute warning would appear to have outlived its original usefulness in football.  Let's think about a 2-minute warning in the context of our lives.  I bet many if not most people would rather have a “two-minute warning” before their death.  Is that what a doctor gives to some when they tell them that they have 3 or 6 months to live from an inoperable form of late-stage cancer? What would you do with such knowledge?  Does that give us time enough to go through a "2-minute drill" to score favor with God, or even to prepare and execute a short bucket list (for example, visit Paris, go sky diving, or apologize to a family member with whom we’ve been on nonspeaking terms)?

So wouldn’t the same seem to imply to our lives?  Why should we wait until the very end of our lives to do the things that we should have been doing all along? Isn't that what God expects?  Why not go see something that you’ve always wanted to see, or do something that you’ve always wanted to do?  Why not forgive or go visit that family member now instead of waiting?

Sarah’s Kitchen
This organization, which was begun in 2009 by a group of spiritually motivated laymen and clergy, is an interfaith group representing 30 churches in the Port St Lucie area welcoming and providing hot nutritious meals to those who are hungry and struggling financially. In response to God’s Love and in the scriptural spirit of hospitality, volunteers meet each afternoon to prepare and serve 
Volunteers Preparing an Evening Meal

these evening meals.  They believe that everyone can make 
a positive difference in the lives

of others.  Several Monday 

afternoons this winter I have had 
the opportunity to assist with the preparation of meals in the kitchen of the First United Methodist Church.  Over 1,200 dinners are served weekly by Sarah’s Kitchen at First UMC and at other churches Tuesday through Friday.  It has been fun, and I met a lot of wonderful people from the community of faith.
 
Well, I'm leaving tomorrow (Jan 23rd) in the motorhome to meet up with Paula again in Bradenton, Florida (on the Gulf Coast), where we'll start the next phase of our adventure by celebrating her mother's birthday!  We anticipate spending the next month in Bradenton, Cape Coral, and Everglades City before venturing to Miami for an 8-day Virginia Key Grassroots Music Festival.  I'll post next after that festival!  Take care.
Love, Tim