Mar 
28

Random Thought #5 – If you believe God is without limits…

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Question: If you believe God is limitless, where does that leave you?

Answer: In line with the Divine. The notion that we are separate from God, that we have to appease or fear God, that we are not God, is a fallacy. If we are not God, then there is something God is not. If there is something God is not, there are limits to God.

Do you believe God has limits? Or do you believe in God’s infinite love, infinite nature, infinite connectedness and abundance? Meditate on this.

Mar 
19

The Miscarriage

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When it came to kids, I was on the “Two-and-Through” plan. Then we had a miscarriage. This turned out to be a completely God-inspired event.

I was listening to a tape made by Rosemary Taylor (a local astrologer) as she gave a reading to Grace. At one point in the tape, Rosemary began talking about the current pregnancy (our third.) Grace knew I wasn’t happy about having a third kid. Grace wanted to be happy about the pregnancy, but she was afraid of my emotional set, so she went to go see Rosemary where she hoped to learn what to do about my dark cloud.

Rosemary simply gave her a wonderful Rosemary reading, full of affirmation and hope. One of the key messages in that reading, however, said I was looking at the work of it, I was looking how fractured time seemed already, with not enough time to give the first two kids, not enough energy to give, not enough, not enough, not enough. I knew this intellectually but, you know, sometimes you just need to hear it.

As I lay on our office floor staring up at the ceiling, my eyes got as big as dinner plates and I said, “Oh, that’s it exactly! That’s exactly where I’m at and this is exactly where I need to go. I need to see the miracle of it, the fun of it.”

This was my first real experience of “God can change a person’s heart in an instant.” Sure enough, within that moment I was, “Okay, no, I understand now. This is great.”

Within five minutes of my epiphany, the baby miscarried.  After being with us for almost two months, it was as if the baby said, “Okay, he’s got it.  Let’s start over.”

A month after that, we were pregnant again and later that year we would welcome our third child, our beautiful daughter, Natalia.

Mar 
17

Talk: 2010/03/14, Lighthouse Chapel, Lansing, MI

Filed under: serendipity — zero @ 2:06 am  

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Hi, guys.  Good morning.  Thank you for having me here today.  You have a wonderful role in paying witness to my story for a short while today and I appreciate that.

I’ve been going through something of a shift lately, to use Wayne Dyer’s terminology. I’ve discovered that there’s this book out there called The Shift, and apparently what Wayne has begun talking about is this movement from ambition into spirituality and what this turning point looks like.  I haven’t read the book or seen the movie, but it’s been brought to my attention a number of times and I’ve noticed in life–when things pop up on your radar a couple of times over the course of a week–you may want to listen; someone is trying to tell you something. It’s a little bit of serendipity there that I’ve been trying to be more tuned into as I’ve gone through my journey of life. There’s been times where it’s just come out and smacked me across the face and then there’s been other times where it’s been much more subtle.

Well, here I am, and the reason why I am here standing in front you is because I’m trying to listen more to that serendipity and listen more to the intuition that’s coming out.

I have Roman Catholic roots and, as a child, my mother was an Irish, red-headed, Roman Catholic, single mother of three and she ruled with an ironclad fist. She worked very hard to put us through Catholic school (private school) and so we were taught religion at a very young age. As children, we’re brought into this belief system; we’re just indoctrinated into it and told “This is what you believe.” It isn’t until you get to be in your teenage years–maybe your young adult years–where you start to question everything around you. You start to wonder why it is you believe what it is you’ve been taught and that’s if you’re lucky. Some of us may make it all the way through our lives believing the same thing, just continuing on, knowing everybody else on the planet is wrong, thinking “My belief system is the only way to go.”

As I began to question “Who is God” and “What does He really want from me,” you come up against a place where you’ve got to believe this, otherwise (in Catholicism) you’re going to Hell.  That’s kind of heavy. Of course, we don’t even know what Hell is. You’ve never been hit with three seconds of Hell. You’ve never been hit with 30 seconds or three minutes or three hours or three days, or whatever the length of time it would take you to really get a sense of “Oh, this is Hell. I don’t want to be here so I’m not ever going to deviate from The Path.  I’m going to fly right for the rest of my days.” We don’t have that.

So, to be given this doctrine to follow and say, “You follow this or else”–it didn’t sit well with me as a teenager and, so, I began to ask questions.  I began to talk to people and I loved to get into theological debates at the time. There was one conversation I had with a co-worker of mine (I worked at McDonald’s as a kid.) We were doing our McDonald’s stuff and we got into this debate, what do you believe and why do you believe this. Turned out she was a Jehovah’s Witness and I didn’t know this.  I had never met a Jehovah’s Witness before. (They seem like nice people.)

She said, “Well, all right, you believe in Heaven and Hell, right?”

I said, “Well, yes, yes, I guess so, yes, from what I know; that’s what I’ve been taught.”

She said, “Well can you possibly believe that any parent–capable of unconditional love–is going to condemn their child to eternal damnation?”

I said, “Well, it does seem kind of incongruent doesn’t it?”

There’s the whole unconditional love but if you don’t follow this–and by the way, you’ve never been punished before but if you don’t follow these rules you’re going to get the ultimate punishment: fire and brimstone (whatever you believe Hell is)–this is going to be it for you for the rest of your eternity.  That’s kind of stiff.

And, so, I started questioning this and that was a key moment for me.  Later, I ended up taking it another step further. If you’ve never been shown what the punishment is, how can it mean anything? How can you have that impetus? It’s got to come from within, sure. You’ve got this doctrine. You’ve got Ten Commandments and maybe you’re following them and maybe you’re not. I was always good about a few of them, the lying and cheating and stealing and that kind of stuff but going to church on Sunday not as much and some of these other.

So you try your best, and actually, I’ve got a friend of mine, she and I just had an off-the-charts conversation where–she’s been struggling.  She’s trying to find her own way. She was actually led back to the Bible through metaphysical means.  Just messages that had come to her, hey you need to–or metaphysical (what I’m going to call metaphysical) serendipity kind of led her back to you need to look at the Bible. So she got into the Bible and–you know there are places in the Bible where you can get stuck. When it talks about slavery is a good idea or marry your sister; that’s the Old Testament stuff. I cautioned her to draw a line at much of the Old Testament stuff. Christ’s teachings; there’s a core, there’s a kernel. Devour it because that stuff–I haven’t seen anything wrong with Christ teachings–but yes; watch out for the Old Testament.

Through this course of this conversation she and I went up and up and up in this kind of this spiritual feedback, and it was that conversation that got me thinking I want more of that. I want to go out and I want to talk to people, and I want to have these conversations with people because as I was bringing clarity (or some sort of calmness) to what she was going through I was feeling exhilarated. I was feeling a connection. I was feeling, “Wow, this is something I want to do more of. This is a God-inspired moment.” I even came close to crying at one point during that conversation because I believe in what Christ had tried to provide us by His example. Yet there’s these moments in your life where you don’t think you can do it.

I know for me, years ago, I got myself worked up over a book. My mom had sent it to me and it was a book that had in it pictures of the stigmata.  It had pictures of the Children of Guadalupe receiving visions from the Holy Mother Mary. This book talked about the end of days and some of the revelations that came out through those visions and–I got myself worked up. I was reading this book at night, in my little studio apartment down in Florida, alone, and I terrified myself. I called up my mom close to tears and said, “Mom, how do I know I’m on the right path?  How do I know? I’ve got it in me! I know I could pick up and leave everything and go to the other side of the planet and administer the poor, heal the infirmed… I’ve got it in me. I know I’ve got it in me.  I don’t want to do that. Is God asking me to do that? Is Christ asking me to do that? I’ve got it in me, so all I’m doing is saying no.”

She said, probably the best thing she could have said when you’re child is 3,000 miles away and freaked out on the phone because they think they’re maybe being called to the other side of the planet to do the Mother Teresa thing. She said, “Matthew, you have been given a specific set of talents. It is your highest calling to use those talents to the best of your ability and make a change or make a difference in people’s lives with those talents.  Certainly, I’m not going to stop you, if you want to run to the other side of the planet and administer to those less fortunate than yourself but… relax.” And I did, I relaxed, I was like “Whew, okay. Alright, I’ll relax a little bit.”

But don’t we have that in us?  Don’t we all have that in us?  If Christ were to walk in the door right now and say, “Follow me,” would we be able to do it?

I don’t know. Now I’m even more entrenched in this life than I was back when I lived down in Florida. I’ve got the family, I’ve got friends, I’ve got a j-o-b, I’ve got a company. Could I follow Christ if he was–and if you knew it was Christ, if you knew, would you be jumping out of the boat and paddling to shore? I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do that. I would want to believe that I would and I could, especially, once you got hit with that “This is Christ” or “This is God.”

So, I don’t know. What I have opted for on a daily basis when I’m making this daily decision what to do, where to go, how to best follow in the path that lays in front of me, is I try to see God in everything. You’ve got these satori moments where you really know in your heart you’re seeing a glimpse of God. Whether it’s in the operating room and your third child has just been born and you’ve got this little bundle of waxy, crying, baby right there for the first time and it’s the first time you’ve seen this child. You’ve been talking to the child for the last ten months, (it’s not nine months, it’s ten months, folks) and this is the first time you’ve seen that child.  That’s a God moment, for me.

It could be on a dreary, cloudy day, just walking out in the cold air and nothing in particular happening, you’re just feeling the cold air on your face; that could be your God moment.

For me, as I began to prepare this talk, I began to think of all these sorts of stories that I might tell and I even wrote a couple down and been kind of blogging and that kind of stuff but I was beating myself up, thinking, “No, this isn’t it.”

There’s a little recorder that a mentor of mine offered me. I was working with this tool and getting used to it. It’s got a little time stamp on it, regardless of whether its on or off, you put batteries in it and it tells you the time.  Well, I never set the time on this thing and I sat down last night to kind of go through the spiel and the time stamp had 222 on it. Now for those of you who know anything about me, you know I’ve been sucked into number patterns for about seven, eight years now. Don’t know what they mean necessarily, but they seem to occur.  Like I had my grandfather died on November 11th, at 11:11.  Just weird patterns and numbers and when I’m in the thick of a spiritual something, I’ll be asking a question or something like just wondering and I’ll hit on a revelation or something and a car will drive by me and there’s a license plate that says 1919 or 333 or just a weird little sign to which I think, “Okay, I’ll just take it as that.”

Well, this little device said 222 on it and I’m like, “Okay, all right, it’s all about this talk, 222.” Well, my wife–years ago–had given me this book, Doreen Virtue, Numbers of Angels or Angel Numbers or whatever the title–I actually brought it here today. It essentially said, under 222 (you can look up all these numbers from zero to 999,) “They’ll get the message they need to get.”

Alright God! We’re just going to go out there, we’re just going to let it all hang out!

So I think my give to you in this little chat is: I think we’re all students of life, and I think we’re all making our way, even when we’re wondering whether or not we’re on the right path, we’re on the right path. I would say when you have these coincidences that pop up in your life or you hear the title of a book a couple of times in a row…

I just had this experience again; Food, Inc. Has anybody seen Food, Inc. yet? You will never look at chicken the same. I gave that experience. I was the third one in line to mention Food Inc. to somebody the other day and over the course of their week and I said, “Oh you need to listen to that. Go get it. It’s going to mean something to you.”

When you see these patterns try not to drive yourself crazy with them, obviously, but pay attention and ask. If you’re wondering what the patterns mean, follow them, especially if it’s something is innocuous as “Go get this book” or “Go watch this documentary.”

Listen to it; that’s my encouragement to you. Just listen to it. Look within, listen to the message when it comes up and if you’re wondering what the sign is supposed to be about–ask the question and I bet you get that answer too.

Thank you.

Mar 
15

New Soul

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New Soul

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
finding myself making every possible mistake

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…

I’m a young soul in this very strange world
hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake
But why all this hate, try to communicate
finding trust and love is not always easy to make

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…

This is a happy end
’cause you don’t understand
everything you have done
why’s everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
come and give me your hand
I’ll take your far away

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
but since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
finding myself making every possible mistake

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la….

Mar 
9

Shakespeare’s Monkeys

Filed under: serendipity — Tags: , — zero @ 9:45 pm  
coincidence, 1000 monkies, theorem, random

Shakespeare's Monkey

“The infinite monkey theorem states that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type a given text, such as the complete works of William Shakespeare.

“In this context, ‘almost surely’ is a mathematical term with a precise meaning, and the ‘monkey’ is not an actual monkey, but a metaphor for an abstract device that produces a random sequence of letters ad infinitum. The theorem illustrates the perils of reasoning about infinity by imagining a vast but finite number, and vice versa. The probability of a monkey exactly typing a complete work such as Shakespeare’s Hamlet is so tiny that the chance of it occurring during a period of time of the order of the age of the universe is minuscule, but not zero.

“Variants of the theorem include multiple and even infinitely many typists, and the target text varies between an entire library and a single sentence.” (Source: “Infinite monkey theorem”. Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infinite_monkey_theorem. Retrieved 2010-03-09.)

Lecturers and students from the University of Plymouth wanted to test the claim that an infinite number of monkeys given typewriters would create the works of Shakespeare.

A single computer was placed in a monkey enclosure at Paignton Zoo to monitor the literary output of six primates.

But after a month, the six Sulawesi crested macaque monkeys – Elmo, Gum, Heather, Holly, Mistletoe and Rowan – had only succeeded in partially destroying the machine, using it as a lavatory, and producing five pages of text which consisted mainly of the letter “s”.

“The project, by students from the university’s MediaLab Arts course, received £2,000 from the Arts Council. The work was interesting but had little scientific value, except to show that the ‘infinite monkey’ theory is flawed.” said Dr Amy Plowman, Paignton Zoo scientific officer.

(Source: “No words to describe monkeys’ play”. BBC News. 2003-05-09. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/3013959.stm. Retrieved 2010-03-09.)

Mar 
4

God is the Fork

Filed under: serendipity — Tags: , , — zero @ 5:27 am  

I believe God uses synchronicity and coincidence to speak to us. I don’t believe God’s Word has been encapsulated and is therefore limited to the pages of a single book. Of course, this opinion this may get me into trouble with some folks, however I have to confess I see evidence of Divinity at work everywhere, all the time. To be more direct, I believe God is in everything, everywhere–otherwise there is a limit on God, is there not?

To this last point, years ago I dove into a passionate theological debate with the older brother of a very dear friend of mine. Actually, the brother happened to be a father; a ordained Roman Catholic priest. I told him my understanding of God-Divinity included omnipresence; God is everywhere. He agreed–at first. Then, holding up a piece of silverware, I took him to, “God is this fork.” That did it.

“Nonono. God is not the fork, but only through God can the fork exist,” he said.

I said, “Well then there is something God isn’t, and therefore God has limits, and frankly, I just don’t believe that’s true.”

Around and around we went, each trying to convince the other. It was a wonderful bout of theological tug-of-war. Our other friends in our dinner party would occasionally listen in, but none wanted to commit to getting messy with us.

My priest friend agreed God was limitless and all powerful, but we never reached an agreement that God’s limits didn’t stop at the surface of that fork. I’m sure I ended up on his prayer list after that.

Over the years, I have had the good fortune of ending up on many prayer lists. This usually happens–not often during the dark times in my life–but more when a friend feels I’m off in the bushes, spiritually. For instance, when my wife and I became pregnant with our first child, I was added to a prayer list or two, mostly because those who knew us figured we were heading toward a train wreck. At that time, we had only dated a month and a half and our nubile relationship had been fiery and tempestuous. In fact, my wife had fully intended to break up with me on the day she found out she was pregnant. We had a raging fight the previous evening, which climaxed in the slamming my front door as she left for her apartment across town. Alone, I paced the house trying to decide whether to call or not to call. After 10 minutes, I concluded I would call. I picked up the phone, dialed her number, and heard someone dialing the phone in my ear.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hello,” I returned.

“Whoa. That’s creepy. I just picked up the phone–it never rang.”

(As she would confess later, she wasn’t calling me–she was calling her ex-fiancé, whom had only been her ex-fiancé for about two months. Do the math. Indeed, synchronicity seemed to have reached out and placed me in front of her. The timing was perfect. She told me had I called a moment before or a moment later, she would have refused to pick up the phone.)

I said I wanted to come over to her apartment to talk. She hesitantly agreed. (This was before years of counseling would teach me about the futility of pursuing during storms.)

Suffice it to say the face-to-face approach–while tensions were so high–did little to mend the rift between us that night. I eventually said the wrong thing and she asked me to leave amidst sobbing and tears.

[At this point in our story, you should know my wife had been recently told by a psychic friend she would be pregnant by the end of summer. This same friend had already correctly predicted the end to Grace's engagement (which had been met with incredulity,) so Grace was already watching for any incoming babies.]

The next morning marked the last day of summer that year. I believe it was September 21, 2004. I received a call at 7:30 that morning. She said, “There’s two lines.” I had no idea what she was talking about and she had not yet told me about this prediction. I thought for a moment she was referring to lines drawn in the sand. She was forced to clarify.

“I took a pregnancy test. There’s two lines.”

“Oh. I’ll be right over.”

By 7:45, I was sitting on the edge of her couch with the oracular “pee-stick” in my hands and what I saw confirmed it: two lines.

As I discovered, all sorts of thoughts rush in at a time like this. I hail from good, conservative Catholic stock. No doubt this pregnancy-out-of-wedlock would rock the family with scandal. I felt a number of things all at once. Among those feelings were astonishment, shame, alarm and budding resignation, in that order. As we talked about what to do next, the only thing that was clear in that moment was that I was going to be a father, God willing. Grace knew my staunch pro-life views and later would ask how I would have dealt with things had we not decided to stick together in the relationship, especially if she had not wanted to keep the baby. I told her I would have asked her to carry to full term and then I would have taken the child off her hands and made the best of being a single parent. She was apparently pleased by this.

We walked into work side-by-side that morning. Her apartment was only two blocks away from our office building. Throughout the day, we would email each other. At one point, we walked over to St. Mary’s cathedral, sat in the echoing silence and prayed. Afterward, we went outside and sat on the steps. It was that moment I think we decided to make a serious go of our relationship. We made plans to visit Target that evening and pick up a wonderful book called “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” Within a month, we also began seeing a professional counselor with the intent of working through our childhood junk so we might stabilize as a couple.

That was over five years and three kids ago. At the time of this writing, we’re pregnant with Number Four. We attended counseling for years, sometimes as a couple, but more often on our own. We’ve read books on parenting. We’ve watched shows on parenting. We’ve even taken a class on parenting. We love our children very much and are keenly aware of the herculean responsibility that comes along with bringing them into this world. We try our best and we try not to beat ourselves up when we fall short (and we do.)

Would I have ever seen my life going down this path? No. But just as I believe God is the fork, I also believe God is the journey and while I may not have foreseen this particular fork in the road, I certainly see Divine Design all through it.

Thank you to all of those who have ever placed me on their prayer lists.

I think it’s working.

Random Thought #4 – Synchronicity Defined

Filed under: Random Thoughts — Tags: , — zero @ 3:26 am  

Main Entry: syn·chro·nic·i·ty
Pronunciation: "si[ng]-kr&-'nis-&t-E, "sin-
Function: noun
Inflected Form: plural -ties
: the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (as similar thoughts in widely separated persons or a mental image of an unexpected event before ithappens) that seem related but are not explained by conventional mechanisms of causality —used especially in the psychology of C. G. Jung

Dictionary.com, “synchronicity,” in Merriam-Webster’s Medical Dictionary. Source location: Merriam-Webster, Inc. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/synchronicity. Available: http://dictionary.reference.com. Accessed: March 03, 2010.

Mar 
1

My Perfect Day, More About Our Home

Filed under: Defining My Perfect Day — zero @ 5:41 am  

Our home is beautiful. The waterfront plot is at least an acre in size. The backyard is terraced and there is a fenced area for the kids. The property is beautifully landscaped and requires very little maintenance. The three-car garage adjoins the house at an angle and the circle drive is always a blessing. We have some great trees that tie the composition of the property together nicely. Spanish tile covers the entire roof. The many large, energy-efficient windows flood the house with great natural light. Earth tones surround you as you pass through the heavy wooden doors over the threshold. A mix of ceramic tile, hardwood and world-inspired area rugs account for the floors throughout the house. This particular style of flooring also keeps dust low and cleaning easy. Everything about the house is low to no maintenance. The lack of yard in the front, the plant choices for landscaping, the roof, the floors; form and function meet beautifully. The climate here is temperate; not too hot, not too cold, while still allowing for mild changes in seasons. The skies are usually steady and clear. We live on the water, on an inlet (or cove?) and we often comment on how wonderful the breeze is as it blows up off the calm water below.

My Perfect Day, 5:30-9 p.m.

Filed under: Defining My Perfect Day — zero @ 5:15 am  

The sun is low and the clear sky is colored in orange, pinks and a deepening blue. As I return home, I pull my Jeep into our three-car garage and admire our home. Spanish-tile roof, adobe shell, beautifully landscaped and lots of windows.

I enter the house and am greeted by my four beautiful children, my smiling wife, the nanny and the wonderful aroma of dinner cooking. Within 10-15 minutes, we are all sitting down to eat and we compliment the nanny on yet another amazing meal. While our home has a formal dining room, we tend to save that for larger parties, choosing instead to eat at the table alongside the kitchen. Blue ceramic tile on the walls, thick, rough-hewn wooden beams lining the ceiling, granite countertops and warm colors adorn the kitchen. To the right of the range, a great set of pots and pans hang from a copper rack overhead.

The house has an immediate effect on people, as most comment on the warmth and love they feel as they cross over the threshold. They marvel at how good they feel here and Grace and I always enjoy complete harmony with our guests. We have people over for dinner all the time and we have made some really great life-long friendships since moving here.

Over dinner, our conversation is harmonious and nurturing. Everyone at the table feels heard, loved and appreciated. We always enjoy listening to and supporting each other and we truly appreciate one another, differences and all. The kids are excited about school and life and Grace is excited about her projects and volunteer work. The nanny sits with us and is considered a member of our family. We are all filled with a sense of completeness when we sit together over our meals (it is rare when we don’t share both breakfast and dinner together as a family.)

When we finish eating, the kids ask to be excused and take their plates to the sink. As the nanny begins to clean up, my wife and I sit and finish our conversation, then we go play with our kids, engaging them in their activities. The nanny finishes in the kitchen and says good night as she leaves for home. The kids run up to hug her and she returns their love with equally big hugs. She adores our whole family and we adore her. This person will be our nanny, then our housekeeper for a very long time.

Once the nanny leaves, we continue playing with the kids until it is time for books and bedtime. They go down peacefully and in complete comfort and security. They know at their cores, they are loved and safe, always.

My wife and I reconvene in the kitchen, talk a little, then kiss. From there, things heat up. Our relationship is mutually full of tenderness, warmth, compassion, listening, nurturing, respect, admiration, understanding, passion and love.