Finding My Voice

I’m watching Hillary Clinton on Night-line, and I’m surprised that I’m sort of agreeing with her — at least on some points.  Which is a total switch for me. Since I first saw her and Tipper "dancing" together on the stage at the 1992 Democratic Convention, I’ve not been a fan of hers. She just seemed so fake and so… I don’t know, pushy?

And I don’t think I can call myself a fan of hers even now. However, I do have to admit, she came off in this interview a lot more calm and sane and even sensible than she has in her "it’s all a right-wing conspiracy" days. No, I haven’t forgotten all the suspicious activity that has surrounded her and her husband throughout their governor years and White House years.

Yet, I cannot escape the fact that I did agree with her that the current administration has not capitalized on the opportunities of strong leadership they had after September 11th. Nor can I escape the feeling that she is right in calling for an overhaul of personnel in the defense/national security departments.

And I cannot escape that fact that as I sat here listening to her speak on definitions of leadership, on what needs to be done in Iraq and on why anyone would want to run for President of The United States (she left out a thirst for power and control) I could actually almost see her as President. If there is a viable woman candidate for the job, it would be her; and I could almost see myself voting for her.

And that is the most shocking thing of all. That I would even consider voting for Hillary is a far, far cry from where I was even a couple of years ago. Not just politically, but intellectually.

It took me until the last year to realize that I’m a lot like the character of Maggie Carpenter (played by Julia Roberts) in "Runaway Bride". Except, instead of not knowing what kind of eggs I like (over easy), I don’t know what I really think about politics or theology, or what I truly believe. I had some ideas, but in the family I grew up in, it didn’t seem to matter what I really thought. It was my older siblings and my dad who had the power. If I didn’t agree with them, I was made to feel stupid, brainless, unthinking. That would have been simple, except for the fact that my father was very conservative, my oldest sister is very liberal and my brother started liberal, but went very conservative over 20 years ago. I felt like a push me-pull you doll. I was damned which ever way I went. Dad’s death didn’t free me from the tug-o-war either. It made it more difficult because I couldn’t just ask him what he thought and decide to go with his conclusions.

Two years of counseling is finally paying off. I’m finally beginning to find my own political voice. And its a voice that is neither liberal or conservative. Yet at the same time is much more liberal than I thought I was. Truthfully, I fall somewhere in the middle. That "centrist" place that is so often condemned by both sides because they think we’re riding the fence. But we’re not. I’m not.

Look, was Saddam a bad man? Yeah, I strongly believe he was. But I knew even back in early 2003 when the build up began that this was going to be a long, protracted unwinnable war. It wasn’t hard to see, in my opinion. But then again, I was living in the region and had a feel for the mood and culture there.

But did we really need to take down Saddam? I don’t know. Right now I want to say, no we really didn’t. But what difference does that really make now? We are there. We’ve done the thing and we must now see it through. To just set an arbitrary date and pull out would be an egregious wrong to the people we’ve liberated from Saddam’s tyranny. Because, while Saddam is gone, there are far too many other tyrants desperate to take his place. And they will, as soon as we leave — or even while we’re still there.

And there in lies the biggest dilemma. We could be there forever. And that is just as wrong as just pulling up stakes and leaving. And this is where I saw Hillary tonight lining up with what I already believe and think. I could see her struggling with this very dilemma and coming to the same conclusions I am.

This is not fence-sitting, as the far-left or far-right would define me. To me, it is unwise to take a hard-line stance on anything, because life just isn’t black-and-white. Whether or not we "should" or "should not" do something depends on the situation at hand. Compassion should always temper the law but justice cannot always take a back seat to mercy and grace. Sometimes, often times, justice will walk hand-in-hand with grace — the "I forgive you" can still be (and usually is) followed by "but it is unwise for me to forget" and "you still have to pay the consequences of your actions".

I find that I more often than not, fall into this moderate category of thinking. Moderate on war, on economics and welfare and jobs, even (gasp) religion/Christianity in American politics. I think age has mellowed my hardliner tendencies — age, and finally finding my own voice, instead of relying on that of my father’s.

I get the sense that age has also mellowed Hillary. She seems to have moved away from her far-left leanings and moved closer to a more moderate view. But is this a real move, or just the ploy of a savvy politician? I still have trust issues where the Clintons are concerned.

The difference between Hillary and I, when it comes to Iraq, is that I am not convinced that the Bush administration lied about the WMDs. I have no problem believing he had them and that he sent them to Syria (or Iran or somewhere else) for "safe keeping". But perhaps they weren’t as advanced as our intelligence was led to believe. Who knows? But I’m pretty convinced that the Bush administration was (and still is) convinced their intel was good and that they acted in good faith on that intel. Hillary seems to think they lied then, and continue to lie now. I don’t think so.

What I see is an administration trapped in a web of bad decisions based on faulty or incomplete intel, with a big blind spot in their intel department. Sometimes you can fully, implicitly trust someone who just isn’t as in-the-know as they think they are.

I love the idea of a woman POTUS. I loved the show "Commander In Chief" because of this. I think it’s an incredibly intriguing idea, and one who’s time has come. I’ve often thought, depressingly at the time, that Hillary had the best chance of this at this point. But tonight, she may have won a voter. She was eloquent, well-spoken, intelligent and calm. Gone were the hysterics and theatrics that so marked what I saw of her during her husband’s presidency. And in their place I found a woman who shared my thinking on several issues.

But is she really trustworthy? Or is this just a very good performance by a studied, professional politician? This jury of one is still out on that one.

Blogging Pet Peeve

Okay — disclaimer here. I’m yelling in this post, but it’s not at you, my audience. For you
are all very intelligent, blog-wise people. I’m yelling here because to
yell about such things on someone ele’s blog would probably not be very
kind or acceptable. And it would undoubtably be way off-topic.

I read a blog on Voxtropolis today that discussed blog etiquette. Ooohhhhh, did it hit on a pet peeve of mine.

I’ve been noticing lately as I read various blogs that have touched on controversial topics or have become controversial in and of themselves, that a lot of people now commenting on these blogs seem to have a basic misunderstanding of what a blog really is, and what it is not.

Commenters are starting to often write about fairness of commenting or posting and such as if they are posting on a bulletin board not on a blog. There is a difference.

A bulletin board (BB) is a place where many people can come together and post their thoughts about a particular subject. It’s like a virtual coffee house where everyone is welcome to speak their mind and where etiquette and common courtesy dictate that all must be given fair chance to be heard — unless that person has resorted to name-calling or "flaming" the topic (using inflammatory words and such).

A blog, on the other hand, is no such public venue. It is one’s private little corner of the web. Kind of like someone standing in their front yard, or living room with the door open to visitors and guests and saying what they wish. Its a place where one can post whatever one’s heart desires. People can comment, if one allows, on the post, or even on the blog in particular (mostly is "proper" to keep comment to subject of the post, but whatever…).

However, the blogger get to choose what will and will not be tolerated in their own comments section. Commentors are, after all, in the blogger’s "house" so-to-speak. This space is the blogger’s, and that blogger gets to make the rules. If someone gets unruly or rude on my blog, I have every right to delete their comments, and to even ban them from ever commenting again. Nope, not fair. But then, this blog isn’t about fairness. It’s about me.

Bottom line, a blog is someone’s personal space. And they can run it as they see fit. They can delete your comment just because they don’t like your name, if they so choose, and it’s completely fair and okay for them to do so. And no, they do not have to hold themselves to the whatever fairness rules or posting etiquette you think they ought. Their blog may be on the Internet, but it is still in their name and (at least on Typepad) they are paying for it, so they get to call the shots. You don’t like it, don’t comment! And for that matter, don’t read it!

Okay…. I think I’ve gotten a little bit of that frustration out of my system. Now, on to other one.

I’ve been
blogging long before it was cool — and long before we had all these nifty programs allowing people to comment. Back then we called them on-line journals. A lot has changed since then, but some basic language still hangs on and it’s the confusion in blog terminology that really drvies me batty.

So listen up, people. Pay close attention. There will be a test on this every time you post or comment.

A Blog — is a particular place where one can record their thoughts, opinions and life on the Internet; A person may have many blogs, or may just have one. IT IS NOT AN INDIVIDUAL ENTRY! I want to just KILL MySpace every time I have to go copy and paste my entries on that stupid thing (I’m really about ready to drop it — sorry Wendy, but I hate MySpace). It’s little button to add a post says, "add a new blog". AAAUUUGGGHH. NO. I do NOT want another blog. I want to post to the blog I’ve got.

Postan entry in your blog; there will be many posts in a blog but only one blog; you do NOT write a new blog about something, you write a new POST about something (please see tantrum thrown above)

Commentthis is NOT a post, but a comment; they are different; to refer to "what someone wrote in the post a couple of posts up" is not correct. It’s the "comment a few comments" up that is correct. Get it straight, people. I write the posts, you write the comments.

Again, I’m not yelling at you, my audience. Your
intelligence always astounds me (especially that you would want to read my blog of all things!). I just needed to vent. I think I’m done for now…..

Thank God it’s Friday.

Just Life and Stuff

Sorry for the silence here… I’m still alive — I haven’t died or gotten tied up and drug away by wild and nasty gnomes. Just haven’t had the energy to blog lately. Been pouring it into life, and other stuff.

Have you ever had so much to say, on so many topics, you don’t know where to begin or how to get it all out? That’s my problem lately. So much I’ve taken in and learned and experienced and now I just can’t figure out how to get it all on paper — or, rather, into my blog. It may ultimately take me many posts.

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve started a new "program" (Weight Watchers — woohoo watch my weight go up and down and up again!!), fulfilled a wish I’ve had for several years and contemplated deep things of God.

Okay, so it hasn’t been the most adventure-packed of times, but it was enough to keep my mind whirling like crazy and my body aching for sleep. And now it’s given me mental/writing constipation. Too much that wants to come out all at once. Its kind of like when you don’t think through the timing as you cook a big meal and every dish is ready and must be attended to at the very same moment. Maddening.

My sister came out last weekend and both of us attended a 4-day taping of Beth Moore’s new Bible study, due out next September (’07). It was awesome — if not a little overwhelming. Those of you who’ve participated in one of her studies knows she gives a lot of information and a lot of insight in each weekly 50-minute or so session. Try taking in 6 of those in 4 days. Yikes! My head was spinning. But such good stuff! And it was fun just to get to see Beth in person, which had been a longing of mine for several years, and to see how things go in a "real time" study with her, rather than just the polished finished product on tape. Good, good stuff. Nina and I stayed up late into the night/morning talking each night about what we’d learned

I’ve been on Weight Watchers now for a week and a half. It’s going okay I think. Its a little more complicated than I thought — with all the points counting and such. But I’m getting used to it. I didn’t lose but about a pound last week due to all the late evening activity and a visit to the Cheesecake Factory on Saturday (yummmm!). Hopefully, I’ll do better this week.

Through all this, God has been speaking and moving and teaching and challenging. My oh my. I’ve learned much as we talked together and wanted to duck and pretend I didn’t hear when the challenges came. Yet I didn’t. And we are now walking through some places that are familiar, yet new. Forgiveness, Grace, Love –even when combined with dislike, all familiar, yet new every time I walk through them.

Finally, here’s a passage I’d nearly forgotten till Beth reminded us Saturday morning. It brought me hope; hope that I’d forgotten was there. Hope for not just the future, but for Today.

"See, it is I who created the blacksmith
       who fans the coals into flame
       and forges a weapon fit for its work.
       And it is I who have created the destroyer to work havoc;

"no weapon forged against you will prevail,
       and you will refute every tongue that accuses you.
       This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,
       and this is their vindication from me,"
       declares the LORD. — Isaiah 54:16-17

Look Ma, I’m Balanced!

You Are Mint Green

Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well.
Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations.
You’re very open and cheerful – and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life.
Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you’re ready for all of them!

HT: Alex McManus

In Rebellion

We’ve had 90+ degree weather for weeks on end now. — Well, okay we’ve had a few one to two day breaks now and then, but then the temps soar back up into the mid-90s and the humidity soars with it.

I’m so sick of the hot weather I could puke.

So tonight I’m in rebellion. My a/c is set on 69 and I’m wearing a sweatshirt. I just want to experience cooler weather! Just for tonight. Yes, if there is a major power outage in Tennessee tonight, you can blame it on me. I don’t care. I’m just sick of the heat. Tomorrow morning I’ll put the thermostat back up to the cost-saving temp where it usually is.

But for tonight it’s Fall at Lu’s house.

Wisdom Imparted

Footprint_smallStarting isn’t the journey. It’s only the first step. You have to keep taking steps, even if they’re baby ones, to be on the Way.

This is what I heard God say to me yesterday morning as Rick spoke. And it struck a bit of a nerve.

I’m really good at starting things. Finishing, not so much. But starting… well, my home is filled with great and wonderful projects I’ve started over the last few years, all in different stages of, um, progress. But none are finished.

Saturday I started again on an endeavor I’ve tried and failed at so often in my life: regular exercise. I’ll get started, all gung ho and ready to go, only to get "sidetracked" by tiredness, busyness or just life. Before I realize it weeks have gone by without any exercise in my life, aside from walking to my car or walking through the grocery store.

But by last night I was already hearing the buzz of defeat in my ears, as I had napped through the time I’d set for exercise. Oh, I know I needed the sleep. I’d only slept about two hours when I awoke around 1:30am. And I could not for the life of me get back to sleep. So I passed the hours of 3am to 6am watching the latest news and the end of a movie I’d never seen until, finally, it was time to get ready for church. Yes, I needed the sleep. But, dang, did it have to come at the expense of my newly restarted effort?

Life isn’t a project that you start and finish and put on a shelf for all to see. It really is a journey that doesn’t end, just changes stages, from a temporal physical one to an eternal spiritual one. So staying put in one place really isn’t an option — even if you decide to do so. Life’s river keeps dragging us downstream, whether we want to go or not. And trying to stay in one place only leaves us with lots of mud and riverbank muck under our fingernails (wow– can I put more metaphors in one paragraph??).

Starting something, but never taking more steps upwards leaves me standing on a plateau — albeit, one that keeps moving me on towards eternity, but a plateau nonetheless.

The only way to move forward, or upward, is to take another step, and then another, even if they’re separated by many days, or months. Or years.

So today I determined to take another step. And tomorrow I plan to do the same. But if I fail I’m not going to give up. I’ll just determine again to take another step. And plan to do the same the following day.

My mom often told me, "practice makes perfect". I doubt I’ll ever be "Perfect" at life, but I’m determined to keep practicing. Even if it means I have to "start" again and again, and again.

Un-Believable

I can’t believe I’m sitting here watching Titans football on ABC and actually enjoying it. I’m cheering and everything.

Maybe that’s because they are actually playing football, rather than picking fights or running around the field trying to figure out what’s going on.

It doesn’t hurt that Reggie Bush is playing for the Saints (maybe this year they won’t live up to their nickname, the Ain’ts!) and is pushing the Titan defense to really work.

And it doesn’t hurt that we’ve got Vince Young. And Chris Brown.

Of course, they still won’t replace my Panthers in my heart. But it may be a good season to be a (sort-of) Titans fan after all.

I’m not sure this is a good thing…

You Are a Chimera

You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.
Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.
You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.
You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.

House Cleaning

I did a little house-cleaning on the blog last night; updating and adding categories to all my postso, including all my old posts from my Blogspot blog. Man, that took some work!  But I’m glad I did it. I feel like the category cloud to the right more accurately reflects all my posts since starting Blogger in 2004.

Check them out and let me know what you think.