Wednesday, July 22, 2009

It seemed like a good idea

I read a great news article a while back. A man in Kansas City, by the name of Wesley Fitzpatrick, applied for a temporary restraining order against a female whom he said was stalking him. Fitzpatrick claimed that she was making him, "scared and depressed and in fear of my freedom." The restraining order was granted by the judge, but later rescinded when Mr. Fitzpatrick showed up to ask that it be made permanent. It was then that the judge discovered the so called "stalker", was actually Fitzpatrick's parole officer and her "stalking", was simply her fulfilling her lawful supervision. Not only was the restraining order cancelled, but Mr. Fitzpatrick was arrested for having failed to keep his appointments with his parole officer. I thought to myself; this guy has more nerve then a toothache.

I have met people who have sought to get a restraining order against God. His presence makes them feel guilty and in fear of their freedom, but it's not because of who He is, it's about who they are. But as Fitzpatrick discovered, a restraining order won't work and in this case the punishment for not keeping your appointment with God, is more then you will want to pay. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.

    
 

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Mourning?

Penn of Denn

Last Friday morning, I heard a radio newscaster state, " The world is mourning the loss of the king of pop!" Wow, I thought, I must be a horrible person, if the entire world was mourning the death of Michael Jackson and I wasn't feeling bad at all. So I checked with friends in the States, Australia, Ukraine and Ghana and they assured me that they weren't in mourning either. So I guess it wasn't the whole world.

We mourn those who have made a difference in our lives, those who we will miss because they are gone. While there are many friends and family members who will rightfully mourn the death of Jackson, to say that complete strangers will mourn him is a little bizarre. Their lives were the same on Friday, as they were on Thursday. They didn't get up and wonder how they would face life now that Michael was gone.
It's amazing how we cheapen words and emotions.

Our emotional capacity is not infinite and if we expend it mourning people who have no direct connection to our lives, I wonder what we will have left for those who matter in our lives? Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.