Bus Essay #2: Yes we can.

I kind of feel like Obama has stolen the word "change" from me....us.First I should get some things out of the way. I am not a republican or a democrat. I voted for neither party is this last election & will probably continue that streak for a long time to come. I do think we needed some sort of change in the offices of our elected officials, but I don't think it was just a party change. I think we need an overhaul of structure - end political speech -

I recently saw a t-shirt that said "I will be change" - BUT it had this giant silhouette of Barack Obama in the background. I don't think political change was on Gandhi's heart when he said "Be the change you want to see in the world." I don't think he meant "Be the change you want to see in the office of the president." Don't get me wrong, I think President Obama is a genius. He had a viral campaign like none other. His campaign will go down in history as one of the best. I just think change is a heart issue and not a voting issue. To me change has a lot more to do with our interactions with people and recognizing things we could do in order to better our lives and theirs.

Here's a few things that I'm going to try to do this week in order to "Be the Change"

-Help my co-workers with work without complaining in my mind.

-Help my wife clean the kitchen.

- Pray More.

-Enjoy the things that God has blessed me with and not just want more things!

-Give some money to a homeless person and not think "they are just going to drink this away".

-Praise God for life.

-Not watch as much TV.

-Say "Thank you" more.

Yes we can.

Bus Essay #1: There's a hole in my sandal, dear Liza.

There is a hole in my sandal. It doesn't bother me, but it's there. Staring at me. These sandals, have seen a lot, probably too much. A new pair would be refreshing to my feet & add some comfort into my day, but still the hole came a bit prematurely. You see, it's not just a hole to me. It's a gamut of emotions placed at the back right heel of my foam flip-flops. Love, patience, anger, joy, impatience, and all of this sprinkled with a dab of fear. Not boogie-man fear, but fear of change. Everything is changing, the world deteriorates and I grow older. The iPod I listen to will someday erode away, the bus I'm riding in will someday need an oil change, new tires, and probably an engine overhaul. The grass I see will be cut, reseeded, and possibly torn up for more highway. Yes, the second law of thermodynamics is running amok in Minnesota. As all of this is going on things ring true like a bell in the clock tower. I will become more patient, I will lose my temper, I will become more joyful, I will become irritated with people, I will fear & face change. Where will I find the ability to roll with the punches? It certainly won't be from a pair of new sandals. I know I am being taken care of...hole and all.