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We are all one body…

One of the most enjoyable activities for me is to simply sit an airport. The cross section of society is laid in front of you to sample and review. After a few minutes of sampling the room, I find myself asking “Do I do that?”

God truly implants into our hearts the ability to see past the skin and on to the light within us all. That warm fuzzy feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time or the tremble in your hand as you meet a shaddy character. We have an uncanny ability to sense the nature of someone in the simpliest of forms without knowing them. It is through experinces and life that we become simply the human lithmus test of character.

So what does it say about me sitting here in this airport when I can see a little bit of me in all of them? My gut reaction when looking at the trophy wife sitting across from me is that she is naive and superficial but when I review it closer what I see is emptiness. Why is it that I can relate entirely with her emptiness and vanity in one small moment? Seeing the young geeky kid writing away on his moleskin appears at first glance to be sterotypical. His pale white skin shines against the all black he wears and I can’t help but think to myself that he must be deep in thought. I remember being the geeky kid armed with pen and pad writing away my memories and dreams. In the years since those days in the lunch hall I would love to imagine I have changed, possibly. My exterior has certainely changed but here I am typing away my memories and dreams.

Theologically we are all One Body of Christ. I know that within my soul there is a piece of them all. What we sometimes forget is that within that body there is a more than a person. In our inability to comprehend the true meaning of the Gospel we mask the words in humanity. Maybe seeing our traits and characters in others is the true display of that Body of Christ. It isn’t my ears or eyes that make up the body but rather my joy. Well, I hope it is my joy.

The geeky kid a few rows over is looking at me as he writes, gently hiding his eyes as I find him staring. I wonder if he is sitting there seeing part of himself in me. I wonder what part of him he sees.

The air I breathe

I have my chillout playlist on as I sit comfortably in the Sky Harbor Airport. Today I packed up all my things and put the mini cooper on the back of a truck. It is official, I am heading home. Home is such a groggy term for me lately and this situation only serves to expound upon that. It seems like a few days ago I first moved out here. Very few realized why I took the slot here for a quick move and in search of true honesty I am going to type it up.

I pushed for the move to AZ for a few months to get out of the small Alabama town where the memories hid. The house, despite me living alone there, was filled with memories of a past time I longed to forget. It wasn’t a painful memory that put me on the airplane that day, but rather the constant memory. In my life I have such a horrible habit of running away from situations that force me to admit weakness. Waking up in the morning directly following my Sign of the Cross is the mirror review. I do my best to puff my chest up high and put on the battle armor for the day. I relish the opportunity to display my manliness to the world abound. Admitting that there is a morning that I awaken and am scared to look in the mirror showcases the fact I fake the relishing.

Today I awoke from a bed in AZ, tonight I will lay myself upon a pillow in AL. While the flight is nothing new, the mentality I now posses in my head is totally different. I have learned that memories are just like the air we breathe, no matter how much air you suck in, air will always be here. To expound on that slightly, memories will always surround you. There will be times as you walk down the road and take a breathe that reminds you of a past time. What I learned over the past few months is that holding your breathe only forces you to take a deeper breathe when you release. Memories are nothing to hide from. Instead of forcing myself to run from the time I had so desired to forget I am now going to breathe it in. I have so much air to breathe…so much to learn…

Personality Test

Alright my friends, is this right?

You are a DIRECTOR/explorer

You are courageous; and you seek challenges. You are a tough-minded, independent and daring thinker who likes to explore ideas or problems thoroughly. You focus easily. And you are persistent, systematic and competent in pursuing your interests and goals.

You are also assertive; and you enjoy the opportunities your hard work wins.

You have a lot of energy. You think quickly, make decisions more easily than most, dislike unnecessary rules, and take a rational approach to people, issues and ideas.

You don’t often enjoy “small talk.” You are generally not interested in pleasing boring people and you gravitate to men and women who are intellectually exciting and get to their point quickly during conversations.

You are not conventional in most of your attitudes and values. You tend to be irreverent and pragmatic and you like spontaneous people. You can be an exciting, yet hard driving and exacting, friend and companion.

Whoops!

Whoops

So 17 hours AFTER she had no brain activity she woke backup. In our society one hour is good enough to pull the plug. There is such a campain against life. I wonder how many more we pulled the plug on?

Voting Catholic

My family and I had a discussion last night that really sparked my synaptic in the old head. The current ream of candidates just doesn’t allow for a Catholic to vote in accordance with our values. One one side of the aisle you have a pro-abortion, anti-marriage, pro-euthanasia group that values welfare. Hop and skip to the other side and there you have a pro-torture, pro-war, pro-spending (as of late) conglomerate. If we lay out the Catholic Values of peace and goodwill to man it is getting really hard to vote. I can only speak for myself, but it comes down to what is more important. Is it more important that the unborn live or that the millions of people caught-up in Nation Building do not die. Why am I forced in America to review the sanctity of life on a global perspective? How sad has politics become when rather than discussing such issues as these we get caught up with 400 dollar haircuts, crazy pastors, or dodging make believe bullets?

I disagree with holding your nose and voting. That is why this year I voted for Ron Paul. Did I agree with Paul on all counts? Nope, not even a little bit. What I wanted the current society to see is that there is a group of us out there who are not happy with things the way they are. My subset (Catholic Minded Votes) has no voice in the current political market. I am glad that the Church does not get involved with politics and does not endorse politicians but I wish someone would step forward with a Knights of Columbus pin on their lapel.

What are we to do? It seems that voting with your nose plugged simply allows politicians to continue with the current trends. Why would they change their ways if you as a voter continue to support the paradigm of lesser evils. It is my recommendation that we vote for a true politician that supports us. The argument that the democrats or republicans will win depending on your leanings doesn’t matter. Can you tell the difference between the two? What does it matter if Obama or McCain wins? Outcome is the same…