December 1, 2023

Christmas meditation to get you into the festive mood…..

by Rod Smith

I post this at the beginning of every December so it may “ring a bell” —- no pun intended:

Adult Jesus Ruins My Christmas Shopping

Christmas shopping would be so much easier if Jesus would just remain a baby.

Every time I venture out to celebrate the birth of the Christ Child and try to purchase a gift for someone I love I am stumped.

What do I buy that will somehow declare the birth of the Son of God?

I don’t have the where-with-all for a gift that marks the birth of a King.

Besides, every time I begin to shop in honor of Baby Jesus, I get images of Him being whipped unmercifully and then nailed upon a cross.

Blood spurts derail my shopping. I resist the thoughts but they will not go away.

Before I can do much looking around the malls Jesus jumps out of the crib. He’s fully adult, almost running, sometimes dancing, celebrating on the streets and I can hardly keep up. He’s healing people left, right, and center. He’s getting into all kinds of trouble.

I am lost. I am out of control. No, he’s out of control.

He goes to the wrong places. He loves the seedy parts of town. He goes where I have never been before. He mixes with the rejected. He storms City Hall and insults merciless leaders. He is outspoken, scathing to those who are unfair in their business practices. He doesn’t care about rank, stature, or wealth but detests double standards, addresses them at every encounter.

I want to grab him, shove him back in the crib where he was safe, where we were all safer.

When I thought he would stop in at a church or two – perhaps a cathedral built in his honor – he’s off in a smoky bar with washed out losers. He’s talking politics like I have never heard. He’s hot on fairness, justice, mercy, truth. I tell him not to mix politics and religion and blush with the absurdity of it all.

If he would just stay in one place like a baby should is all I can think.

It’s not long before I am in a jostle with the crowds. It’s not the kind of popularity I was expecting.

Prostitutes love him. Drunks defend him. The poorest of the poor, the marginalized, the rejected, are out in their masses. He dances in the streets with street children and people he has just met. Young men and women, piercings and tattoos all over their bodies, circle him celebrate like long lost friends. Then, ignoring ordinances, he feeds the applauding masses.

Now what do I buy?

Clearly, anything I spend, if I am really out to celebrate the birth of the Christ Child, has to be grand. Yet modest. His birth was modest: a shed, a feeding trough. Secrecy. Shame. Danger. Poverty dictated the details for this dramatic night. I cannot spend much. Yet, it was the greatest night Earth had ever seen. Angels sighed! The order of everything disturbed by Love’s intervention.

I tell him he’s ruining things, that he is too quick to befriend the wrong people, but his mind is elsewhere. I beg him to befriend religious leaders, a pastor or two, but he will not listen.

Then, they are up in arms against him.

All but a few want him gone. He’s a hindrance to tourism. He’s a threat to peace and he’s being accused of not attending church!

Next, he looks crucifixion in the eye.

If only he would remain a baby.

It is so much easier to shop for a baby.

(Published first in The Indianapolis Star some years ago)
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Yesterday’s brief outing to a beautiful market:

November 30, 2023

How to know you are “spiritually gifted”….

by Rod Smith

You have escaped the world of all-or-nothing behaving. You don’t throw in the towel because you failed. You try again. You seek in all your trying to do no harm, not to yourself or others.

You have escaped the world of black-and-white thinking and cast off your cloak of knowing it all. You know that people who give the impression of knowing it all, really don’t. Sometimes you engage them simply for the (harmless, of course) fun it provides.

You have embraced ambiguity. You understand that the world won’t crumble and the church won’t tumble and your family may indeed breathe a sigh of relief because you are able to admit there are a few things about which you are unsure.

You embrace your frailties, failures and feebleness with deep regret and sadness (sometimes) and humor (sometimes). You are aware that your constant striving, trying to prove whatever, trying to be right, distorts your beauty. You accept that you are a person, not a prized racehorse. 

You desire to be more loving than you have ever been even if you are not quite theologically accurate or sound (who is?). You know that “accurate” theology has killed millions. You want your attempts at sound theology to at least lead you to greater love.

Last evening’s basketball playoff in the world’s really largest field house.
November 29, 2023

High maintenance individuals

by Rod Smith

High maintenance people require constant attention and seek constant approval. They crave to be the center of almost every conversation and will often become moody, resentful, loud, threatening when they are not. 

They analyze every move, thought, word and action of others, and then read more meaning into statements, looks, sighs, attitudes than was ever intended. 

They are easily hurt, quickly offended, quick to rebuke when they do not get the kind of attention they think they deserve. 

Threats of withdrawal or desertion become a way of life. 

High maintenance people are difficult, sometimes impossible, even in the most relaxed of circumstances. They pick fights, find fault, and personalize almost everything. They argue with people who are closest to them for no apparent reason. They often pick on strangers (waiters, helpers). They often live in a world of cut-off relationships where others are idiots and no one understands.

What can you do if you are in a relationship with a high maintenance person? 

You can do very little that will not hurt, offend, or get a reaction – but you must make a stand. 

High maintenance people seldom benefit from pity or patience or empathy. 

They will only benefit from being constantly challenged to grow up.

(Please do not use this post to “assess” others…… look only at your own behavior).

Part of the campus…..

November 28, 2023

Inner strength

by Rod Smith

It may be comforting to know….

People are often stronger than they realize or know. Put to the test, people can accomplish amazing things and overcome huge hurdles. You can read such stories in the press most days — where “ordinary” people accomplish amazing things. Your inner-resources are probably largely untapped in the rhythms of day living. They will rush to the fore when you are under inordinate pressure. 

The inner-person within each of us has a vested interest in being well and in thriving. A lot depends on it. Do the right thing as you know it to be, and your inner-person will feel better, become an ally and will assist you in your search for greater emotional health. The smallest steps routinely employed toward greater emotional health will immediately begin to pay off and make a huge difference to your life. 

Your inner-being has a natural urge to connect, to make a difference in the lives of others, to create and then leave a legacy (large or small) and so it should not take a person by surprise if isolation from others is painful to the extreme. We were created for strong and lasting relationships and when we are deprived of them we feel it within our whole beings.

Outside my accommodation in TOGO
November 25, 2023

Culture, religion?

by Rod Smith

“I am in a cross-cultural and cross-religion marriage. Neither of us is active in our religions. He is, in his mind, the ‘master of the house.’ I am here, in his mind, to serve him and meet his needs. This attitude has come to the fore over the two years of our marriage. This is not the issue. I can handle this attitude and I can handle him. There are even times we can laugh about it and he is very nice. What is an issue is how he treats my family. He treats my parents and brothers and sisters as if they are second class citizens. He is rude and expects to be served. He’s better with the men in my family (my dad and brothers) but he is arrogant with the women. Please help.”

I am not sure culture or religion has anything to do with the predicament you describe. The manner in which your husband treats women reflects his character, not his faith or culture. There are men of diverse faiths and cultures who are paragons of virtue when it comes to respecting and treasuring women. Your husband is apparently a complicated man in need of help, face-to-face professional help.

Son #2 rarely permits a new photograph!
November 18, 2023

Tries to dictate what clothes I wear…….

by Rod Smith

“My boyfriend tells me what I can and cannot wear and gets all crazy and moody if I don’t agree or obey. What should I do?”

Buy him a mannequin and flee! He can dress the dummy in whatever clothes he deems suitable as often as he pleases. The mannequin will give him the total control he wants over you, and, since dummies are brainless, he will be able to win all arguments and keep “her” in total submission. 

That you ask the question suggests you are putting up a fight and resisting his advances on your brain. Small-minded men (any who dictate what “their” women wear, to whom they talk, how they spend and arrange their time) usually flee any sign of independent thinking on a woman’s part if, at first, they cannot kill it. Strong women frighten them since they confuse control and “love.” 

Don’t fall for it. Love and control are not even in the same family. A man who wants to dictate how you dress will also want to tell you how to think, feel, and see before long. Men who want to control “their” women do so because they are rarely capable of feeling in control of anything else. A healthy man will leave your clothing choices up to you unless you specifically elicit his opinion or unless he’s praising how you make an outfit come alive!

From Table Mountain (photographer unknown)
November 16, 2023

Thanksgiving is just around the corner….

by Rod Smith

Next week, aiming particularity for Thursday, millions of people in the United States will travel “home” to a family meal called Thanksgiving. It’s almost a given that, after turkey and mashed potatoes and all the “fixings” and before the football (American “Football” of course) on TV people will go around the table and express their gratitude for everything from the nation as a whole to grandma for fixing her trademark green beans. 

I confess, it is no easy holiday for an immigrant given that it’s my sons and me and no extended family, but we have grown accustomed to it and are always included in Nolan Smith’s (former Beachwood and Durban North person) family for Thanksgiving. 

I have my list ready to go:

I am grateful for my sons and the men they have become. They are honest and very hard working. They know how to conduct themselves in all contexts and I am often moved to tears when others tell me about some of the things they know about my sons.

I am grateful to my readers around the world. I never imagined that The Mercury would become the international platform that it has become for me. 

I am grateful for my extended family around the world who do such an amazing job of keeping in touch. Not a week goes by without a vibrant back and forth involving several continents. 

I am grateful for the speaking opportunities afforded me. It’s a demonstration of Beauty for Ashes and Grace-upon-Grace if ever I knew one.

I am grateful to be an American and to have dual citizenship with South Africa. Really, a man can love two nations. I know it is possible because I do.

My all-time favorite tie
November 15, 2023

Repost with additions and edits: CAREGIVERS

by Rod Smith

Have you been a caregiver?

If you have been a caregiver to your spouse, a parent, friend, for any length of time and now that person has died, you may expect:

  • To feel that part of you is lost or gone because it is. Caring (end of life health care) requires love and deep unique bonding, a bonding other than how you are already bonded as spouse or son, daughter, parent or friend. In the separation, in your own way, you yourself are or probably wounded. Not damaged, wounded. Know the difference.
  • To feel you are rattling in a cage of caring habits — no more required — and not quite sure of what to do or where to be. You feel pulled between responsibilities that no longer exist and feel irresponsible for not being present where you once were. In short, you don’t know where to be or what to do. It’s dizzying.
  • To experience some guilt about the way things turned out, developed or did not develop. You flood with questions: was there more you could have done to ease pain, prolong life, usher healing? Was something crucial missed, forgotten?
  • To feel guilty – at least momentarily – if you have fun.

Take heart. Like a child, who, arms outstretched, turns and turns until dizzy, falls to the ground, then rises to walk and appears to have had too much to drink, in the act of walking, balance and order gradually returns.

You will reorient after your double loss: a loved one and an integral role and find your feet.

Landing in Chile some weeks ago
November 14, 2023

Hopes for you today….

by Rod Smith

May your heart be renewed and be full of warmth for others and full of great expectations. May you be sufficiently resilient to be able to embrace those who are unfamiliar with a warm welcome and are therefore prone to regard it and you with suspicion.

May you know and see and experience the goodness of which you are capable and the courage to let it have its full way with you.

May you have childlike eyes. May they be filled with joy and wonder as you allow yourself to see familiar things in new ways with “new” eyes.

May your thoughts dwell on the goodness around you. May you spread the goodness you enjoy and focus on your great and healthy future. 

May your words be soft and sweet and encouraging, while, at the same time, you remain unafraid to speak your mind with courage and conviction.  

May your hands be open to give and to receive. May your touch be gentle and comforting on the lonely and those who are afraid. May your touch bring comfort,  healing, kindness, and relief to those who most need it and who may least expect it.

May your friendships deepen and expand.

May malice and contempt from you, and for you, cease that you return to no person evil for evil.

Heading out again soon…… #graceupongrace
November 13, 2023

Hand holding

by Rod Smith

There is no need to twist God’s Arm in ardent prayer seeking God’s Presence. 

Hold God’s Hand, instead.

It’s nearer than you may think. 

Right there, there’s God’s Hand. 

See it? 

It’s at the end of the arm of the woman begging at the traffic light. You and I and thousands of others drive off trying hard not to see her and when we do, many of us blame her for her addiction and say things like – in our heads of course – I am not paying for her next pack of cigarettes and I bet she has a cell phone.

Did you see God wave at the traffic light? 

God’s Hand is the hand of the unshaved man holding the begging cup and grasping his homeless sign.

You and I and thousands of others drive off remembering just how hard we work for our money and think – to ourselves of course – why can’t he work hard for his money and then you and I remembered how we pulled ourselves up by our own bootstraps and why can’t he.

Then – to ourselves of course – we blamed the government.

What are they doing about this begging problem?

When we hold the hand of the lonely, the poor, the disenfranchised, the frightened, we are holding God’s Hand.

God’s Hand is near.