Saturday, May 03, 2003

Today was a good day. My schedule recently has been so incredibly hectic. Today seemed to be a good day to finally take a deep breath and reconnect with some things that actually matter. I took my daughter to the local hands-on science park and took a look at the world through an eight year old's eyes. It was not any thing new. We had done this kind of outing before. What was the difference today? I am not sure. But it seems that the older I get the more I appreciate these brief oasis' in the busy-ness of my life.
My wife spent the day at a wedding shower (another one) for one of her friends. I am amazed at the way people can monopolize every hour of every day (if you let them). The problem is you try to have the right priorities in your life, but all too soon the days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months, months to years. And all you have is a stockpile of what you wished could have been.
I have spent the past six weeks (or so) with very little family or personal time. Even though my wife was not able to join us today for the science park experience, today's experience with my eight-year old was a like a fresh breeze on a warm summer day.
We are called on to serve and fulfill many responsibilities in our lives. Some of our priorities are eternal. Some are not. But none of the things we are called to do (by God or by man) are as important as the people that we live with. Our families are the most important calling that we will ever have, the only legacy that will ever matter.

Friday, May 02, 2003

Ok - I really do want to know why people are so fond of yesterday and never seem to be remotely happy with today? Why do we like to romanticize the past? If we really were to hop into the Michael J. Fox Delorean to go back into the past - it probably would not be near as great as our fantasy would have us believe. Too Bad.
The clothes we wore, the music that we thought was so great, the friends that we thought were so cool, the people that we idolized, the gadgets we had to have, were probably not near as great as we now think they were.

The only good thing about that is, hopefully someone will look back at me a decade or two from now and say, "Man, he was so cool. Loved his clothes."
I say, "Long live the past! May we be as great and as worthy as the ones who have gone on before us."

Thursday, May 01, 2003

I find myself wondering how we think we know so much? Ignorance is not bliss, and knowledge is power. But arrogance is downright ugly.