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Under a Microscope

No one wants to be examined under a microscope. The results are never flattering. Every so often, TV networks will do an expose of hotel or food services etc. by using microscopic examinations that reveal horrible realities that launch the squeamish into hysterical paranoia. Personally, I prefer to be blissfully ignorant.


I have concluded that a significant difference between the age we are living in and previous times is that we are living under a microscope. Every aspect of our lives, from the most personal (think ED commercials) to the global (ie a live video of a soldier in Afghanistan dying from mortal wounds to a emaciated child dying before our eyes in Sudan). I am hard pressed to think of any subject or circumstance that is not exposed to the possibility of immediate and unvarnished microscopic examination.


We are being subjected to realities that heretofore have been hidden or at least viewed in the macro. As a result, society is becoming more and more paranoid. I remember very well as a young child the door to door Kirby vacuum cleaner salesman that came to our home. His sales pitch was centered in a demonstration, not so much of the vacuum cleaner itself, but a demonstration of the need for his product. First, he fitted the cleaner with a special filter and proceeded to vacuum our mattresses. Examination of the filter revealed a horrible collection of who-knows-what. Next he convinced us to allow him to use his special attachment to vacuum our heads. The results captured in the filter were revolting. Needless to say, he made a sale. The price of the Kirby was very expensive, but there was no way, knowing the condition of our mattresses and heads, that we could not purchase it.


Our world has changed dramatically, primarily because of technology. Adopting a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy is no longer a viable option. Virtually everything is open to examination. It is increasingly difficult to find balance in our lives. Now that we know, we are subject to fear, paranoia and over reaction. The costs are huge.


But there is goodness in the ability to examine our world through a microscope. There are real dangers and problems that are concealed and covertly maim and destroy. Their exposure is a catalyst for change.


What are we to do? I’m not exactly sure. It is clear to me that our increasingly exposed world requires more wisdom and courage than ever before. Much to think about.

Letting Go of the Past

I have started a new project. We are doing some renovation of our laundry room. A consequence of that decision is that I am going to have to revise the storage closet off my office. That, in turn, will require disposing of some files and papers. Some of the accumulation is “important” … receipts, tax returns, manuals, etc. but mostly they are class notes, sermons, lesson plans from thirty plus years of study and teaching at work and church.

In the past, when presented opportunity to toss this stuff, I have deferred. After all, some day, someone will carefully sort through it all and discover the hidden “gems” scattered throughout. The problem is that my storage closet is like the abandoned gold mines of the west. There may be gold in there but the cost of extracting it is too high.

I am reading the novel “Gilead” currently. The central character is an aged pastor writing to his son as his death nears. As muses over his sermon material from fifty years of preaching, he has this to say:

It’s humiliating to have written as much as Augustine, and then to have to find a way to dispose of it. There is not a word in any of those sermons I didn’t mean when I wrote it. If I had the time, I could read my way through fifty years of my innermost life. What a terrible thought. If I don’t burn them someone else will sometime, and that’s another humiliation.

I cannot avoid the humilation of having to dispose of what I have imagined was of importance but I can avoid the humilation of someone else disposing of it.

Christmas at the Beach

(I found that I had not published this post from last December. It was a great time so I decided to post it even though it’s eight months past.)

We are enjoying our time in Gulf Shores with the Crocketts. The weather has cooperated and the fishing has been good. There has been time on the beach. We visited the Battleship Memorial in Mobile and Fort Morgan. We even did a little Christmas shopping at the outlet mall in Foley. We do not expect a white Christmas but there is suppose to be rain. I sure hope Santa has a rain suit.

A Morning Prayer

Psalm 5:1-3
Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my sighing.
Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God, for to you I pray.
In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.