August 29, 2023

Richard McChurch — public witness

by Rod Smith

Richard McChurch always made a concerted effort to be a good public witness to the Gospel, the Church Universal, and the Legion of Invisible Witnesses – to whomever the book of Hebrews was referring – and the angels and archangels whenever he was in public.

“I might be the only Bible someone ever reads,” was something he often said. “I’ll be God with skin on,” was another. 

Even though it was sometimes a source of embarrassment to others, Richard always closed his eyes, held the hands of whomever he was sharing a meal, and prayed out loud, very specifically: “God bless the very food and bless the very hands that prepared it, Lord, and in the very name of Jesus.”

Richard held firmly to the belief that you could never know who was watching. You never know the possible consequence of a public display of gratitude with the rampant onslaught of secularism that was consuming the nation.

Richard seldom ate alone. Meals were opportunities. Meals were a very Biblical way to witness. 

One day Richard grabbed a quick meal at a fast food outlet near his office. While unwrapping his whopping triple-burger, burger — hold the cheese to reduce the calories — boldness overtook him and he decided to pray out loud even though he was dining alone.

“Almighty God,” he bellowed.

“Yes, Richard. You called My name,” said God.

“Well, I was just about to ask You to bless this food and to bless the very hands that prepared it.”

“Bless? Richard. What exactly do you mean? Would you like me to reduce the fat content so it won’t clog your arteries or would you like me to do a little divine angioplasty while you are eating? Bless? I mean look, Richard. You are doing the dietary equivalent of a free-fall off a high-rise building, and, and asking me to ‘bless’ your fall.”

“I get it, God. I think. Could you at least bless the hands that prepared it?”

“That’s up to you,” replied God.

“What do you mean?”

“Blessing others is up to you. That’s what I mean. Go to the counter and ‘bless’ the woman who served you. Take out your wallet. Give her all the money in it. That will ‘bless’ her.”

“God, You know sometimes You can be….”

“Yes. I know Richard. I can be so awfully practical, so downright unspiritual.”

“Are you making fun of me?” 

“No Richard, I am having fun with you. Now don’t change the subject…… go ahead and ‘bless’ that dear woman who helped you.”

Richard McChurch —- Always Available to Learn

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August 28, 2023

Scandalous —

by Rod Smith

Writing newspaper columns — serious topics, local issues, attempts at humor — is one of my passions. 

Humor in print is not easy.

My one son affirms without hesitation that I am neither funny in person nor print. The other is rather Switzerlandish in his assessment.

When I wrote for the Indianapolis Star — which I did for several years — some of what I considered my funniest columns elicited viscous hate mail.

When the Queen of England — remember her? — had been on the throne for 50 years, I wrote  that that was a long time for anyone to sit on anything, especially a throne.

That line evoked angry responses even though it made me giggle for days.

I still think it’s funny.

My 700 words on how to make a perfect cup of tea almost got me tarred and feathered. Compromising, permitting the use of teabags, got readers riled up but suggesting the milk goes in the cup first was beyond the pale.

“Scandalous,” wrote one ruthless reader.

When I dubbed New Zealand’s typical cuisine as “beyond bland” I got emails from a dozen time zones away hurling very polite insults.

Kiwis are awfully nice even when trying not to be. 

A seasoned Indianapolis Star columnist sent me a note saying I am funny but my readers are not.

That helped.

I forget the content but one Saturday morning – my Indianapollis Star column ran on Saturdays – I received this at the crack of dawn: YOU ARE SLOW AND STUPID. 

The email bore a name and phone number. 

I called the reader whom I knew to be awake since he’d just emailed me and told him I had just read his email and thanked him for his readership. He said the only part he got wrong was the slow part.

In response to a recent local murder of a wife by a husband I wrote a column headlined “Could He Kill You?” 

That morning I opened my email to an all-caps death threat.

Later, on leaving my home, I found a bowl of beautiful flowers and a handwritten anonymous card at my door. 

“Thank you for today’s column. You may have saved my life.”

These gentlemen taught me a thing or three.
Thank you.

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August 27, 2023

Be careful who you talk to

by Rod Smith

Be careful who you talk to about the deeper things, personal matters, losses, that may be troubling you.

Some people are unsafe.*

Unsafe people are seldom intentionally unsafe or even aware they are.

People are unsafe as a product of their own unaddressed, unresolved, or unidentified traumas.

Your trauma, abandonment, your loss, whatever, ignites theirs. This is what makes them unsafe for things confidential. Your pain expressed rekindles theirs, rendering them less capable, not necessarily incapable, of hearing you.

Yes, it’s that simple.

The unsafe are so — not because they are fraudulent or deceptive— but because their lives feel, or are, unsafe. If you are observant, you’ll see their anxiety, you’ll experience their anxiety — which is probably not what you want at a time you are seeking understanding and perhaps comfort. Uncomfortable people cannot offer comfort. It’s not in them.

A person recently betrayed or abandoned or suffering loss is not better equipped as a result of the experience to listen to you when you face something similar. While said person remains angry or bitter or anxious or overwhelmed with grief they can be of little comfort or assistance to you.

This person will become safe(r) if and when he or she has achieved some objectivity about the experience and is able to see that his or her experience is as unique as yours is.

With “separation” from you and your experience will come greater safety.

It is at these points, points of progressive growth in objectivity, your unsafe person will be transformed into one who can handle your story, one who can identify and empathize without being drawn back into his or her “stuff” as painful as it surely has been.

While your sharing (divulging, unburdening, “downloading”) becomes about them and not you, you are in a less-safe environment.

Safe people listen.

Safe people listen without spilling (their lives into yours or your life into theirs). They are able, and this is crucial, to put themselves aside for the time it takes to listen to you.

Safe people don’t leak or cross-pollinate your information no matter how juicy or tempting it may be or how important it may make them feel to do so. Unsafe people feel rewarded or affirmed by knowing things others don’t know about you — while safe people seek no such affirmation.

Safe people don’t ask you questions simply to lead into what they really want to tell you about their own lives and their pain.

Safe people seldom have to tell you they are safe people. You already know who they are or you become aware of it soon after meeting them. Their non-anxious presence calms you.

Safe people keep it about you.

* I don’t necessarily mean unsafe people are dangerous. Talking with them about your life may not be helpful to you. That’s all.

Evening walk — Prague

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August 26, 2023

Brain

by Rod Smith

My mind, my thinking, my brain — all that happens in my head — is quite good, still.

I know because half the time I beat my very bright friend “Obie” (and he was head prefect and dux of his school) in Words With Friends. Currently we are almost tied at 96/97 games. I’m not going to say who is ahead.

Besides beating Obie half the time I also know my thinking is just fine because I can remember stuff. I can plan activities. I can find my way in new-to-me cities after being lost for hours.

These are positive signs. 

I also know when to use the words “fewer” and “less” and I’m occasionally successful in letting it go when others don’t. Every time someone says “have” when “has” is correct, and this does happen even on National Public Radio, I resist yelling “HAS.” I’m proud I possess a degree of restraint as demonstrated with the lackadaisical uses of “less” and “fewer” and “have” and “has” by many (even in influential leadership positions) and so I know I have the capacity to monitor my emotions (most of the time). Obie lives halfway around the world from me so he never sees how upset I get when I have a really good word all lined up to play and then he takes the place I planned to use, and so, rather than getting a bonus of 50 points for using all my letters, Obie wins.

I keep all these pent up emotions to myself which takes some brain willpower and useful skills of avoidance.

I certainly don’t want you to have the impression that my brain zips along and tackles everything with ease and success. 

It doesn’t. 

But, I can efficiently tell you how many South African rand you can get from any amount of US Dollars and if I don’t know I know how to ask SIRI. 

I can tell you all about time zones and difficult things like the metric system.

I can even help you find Togo on a map.

What I struggle with is those new parking meters in Indianapolis where the print is so small on a screen half the size of a credit card and you have to put in your parking space number you forgot to look for when you parked. Even on good days I can’t find my car once I’ve parked it but with those new age parking meters my car is usually only a few spaces away and so after three or four trips back and forth I usually manage to enter the right number and add significantly to my 10,000 steps my phone insists I do every day. 

Tangentially, when I park at the mall or someplace like that and I can’t find my car I lock and unlock the car from a distance with that thing that replaced car keys and follow the beeps. This usually works unless I’m in the wrong level of the parking garage which has also happened. 

I’m really trying to say that my mind is in good shape, not perfect, but I trust it. 

Mostly.

Some days — even for weeks — it can lead me down dark and scary passages and very lonely rabbit holes. 

I can hear or see or read something, or I don’t hear or read or see something, and my brain makes it mean something and that something is most unpleasant, even unbearable and lonely to the max at times.

I read meaning into things and I get so convinced that I’m right and it makes me jumpy.

It’s at these times I don’t care how many times Obie wins.

Then, something happens (even if I drink strong coffee) or I read something or overhear a tidbit and put a few things together — a jigsaw-puzzle-with-thoughts kind of thing — and my head bumps into finding out I was wrong, very wrong, and I spent all that time being anxious in dark and scary places and lonely places for what.

For zilch. 

Yes. I can spell onomatopoeia (without autocorrect) and I have known how for decades. I can beat Obie (half the time) in Words With Friends. I recently even did the parking meter thing successfully in Indianapolis and paid for the right car, mine. 

Then, sometimes that same old brain takes me places, painful places, lonely places, I really don’t want to go.

Jet lag evening stroll – Prague

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August 25, 2023

Grief — what shall I do with it?

by Rod Smith

The Mercury

“What shall I do with this grief,” she asked, having lost so much, one thing on top of another, enough loss for many people in a life-time.

You shall sit with it. Embrace it. As difficult as that may sound, you will let it do its work.

“What shall I do with the pain, the gaping hole in my chest, a wound in my soul, my very being?”

You will go into survival-mode, operate on automatic, auto-pilot, if you can operate at all. Then, you will arrange your life around it, at least for a while.

“But, I do not want this, the anguish, this disorientation.”

Nobody does. It is always an uninvited guest. It barges in without notice, without invitation. It is no respecter of persons.

“You are not being much help.”

Grief will do its work and ultimately you will find it in you to respond. The person within you, yes, the one who is, and who feels overwhelmed, drowned in sorrow, will be shaped by the losses and will emerge to be even more beautiful than you already are.

You will know and sense things and gain remarkable intuition and offer presence for others in ways you could never have imagined.

Despite it being a path that you’d never have chosen, you will use it well.

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August 24, 2023

Lines

by Rod Smith

When I sat in a tree and dangled my legs they seemed longer and could reach anywhere.

Mine did.  

My legs could reach all the way to the ends of the earth. 

I would wander next door into the Halgreen’s yard and climb a tree – I had a favorite tree – and dangle my feet from my branch and I’d see lines, like lines on a map. They’d come out the ends of each of my toes and race at high speed all the way through the vast expanse of surrounding trees and then leave the Halgreen yard and go into all the world. Some ran aground on the rocks of the uneasy coast-lines and were lost in the aggressive ebb and flow of pounding waves off Cape Horn. Others staggered slowly, as if they were hot and tired and thirsty into  white-sand deserts and got buried and scorched, until they got a second breath and rose to the surface and burned like a firework fuse and continued their journey into the shifting haze of noon heat. 

When I sat in my tree pointing my toes through Africa and beyond — this way to the Cape and the South Pole, stretching and pointing behind myself, straining my neck and my leg muscles — and that way, behind me, to the Sahara and the North Pole — the world was mine. I was connected to it. I could point to the opposite ends of the earth at the same time with each foot while my warm and soft heels touched each other like companions linked for an exciting adventure. My lines raced over the cliffs and through rocks and, ran under the oceans, inter-continental telephone lines, delivering voices to distant countries and ran up beaches and criss-crossed places like England and North America and Iceland, all from the ends of my curved bare feet. 

My legs, locked at the knees, often became binoculars. I’d swing them higher and higher, searching Africa and the rest of the planet. One eye closed, using my big toes as view-finders, I could see to the end of our vast continent, deserts in the north, jungles in the middle, valleys in the south, beaches around the edges. Colors of bright days turned to night, vivid sunsets became hazy mornings and smells of foods and flowers and the sounds of music and voices rushed up my legs into my belly and from the insides of my being and warmed my heart. The Halgreen’s backyard forest gave me the continents and the continents danced in my heart. If I stood on the branch I could see all the way to our new brick house and, anytime I wanted, I could slip off the branch, leave my lines where they were and land on the rich, red and cool damp soil, and run home.

Still following the lines…..

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August 23, 2023

Art

by Rod Smith

If you visit my home in small-town-USA I think you’ll be surprised by my art collection.

A local artist, and prolific one at that, seeing my framed prints – mostly European art – told me politely but pointedly that there is so much original local art that framing and hanging a print of anything is unnecessary.

I took that to heart. 

Overtime, through the wonders of the Internet, I have purchased several pieces of South African art – and in making the purchase have talked with the artists.

I love our large painting of the Berg’s Amphitheater by Peter VanHeereden which hangs in my counseling study. The living room has several Western Cape scenes and one large up close protea. A conversation starter and much loved piece is a painting of a woman with a sleeping baby tied to her back and a basket of fruit balance on her head. Each of these is by Western Cape artist Willem Onker. There are two breaking wave scenes by Pretoria’s Trevor Beach – who only paints waves!

It is all very beautiful and I love it all but our home screams one thing very loudly and very clearly: I miss living and being in South Africa.

Onker (left) and VanHeerden

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August 22, 2023

Gratitude’s Reward

by Rod Smith

A grateful heart will lift your spirit, shift your lens from what you think you lack or need, to recognition of all you do have and enjoy.

A grateful heart will lighten your load and offer you helpful objectivity.

A grateful heart will sharpen your vision to see the miracles in the immediate – like the shifts in seasons, the births of neighbors’ babies, the happiness you see in a child when she runs to be embraced by her daddy. 

A grateful heart will alleviate the necessity for sarcasm and cynicism as you find yourself expressing gratitude.

Gratitude will open your eyes to sunsets and sunrises in new ways, to regard each as an opportunity to be thankful for a good day ending and the arrival of fresh starts and new opportunities. 

Gratitude welcomes the noises and interruptions of children, even other people’s children,  and the elderly, even other people’s elderly, rather than considers both an irritation or interruption.

A grateful person is lavish with thank you-s and praise and enjoyment (in ways that are contagious) despite trying circumstances and, oddly, the gratitude has a way of rewarding those who spread it and rewards the grateful with even more for which to be grateful.

Nate’s first day home – May 2002

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August 21, 2023

Fear’s Intent

by Rod Smith

“Perfect love casts out fear” reads a phrase from sacred writings. 

As a close friend pointed out, “fear casts out love.”

Indeed. 

But fear is even more pernicious than casting out love (acceptance, inclusion, empathy).

Fear twists. 

Distorts. 

Fear prevents and  perverts.  

Fear hi-jacks thinking. 

It injects toxins, destructive toxins into what may have been a healthy  thinking process. Possessing no limitations or boundaries, fear invades, dominates, floods every nook and cranny of the psyche (in people and groups and sadly, even churches) and leaves no room for reasonableness, compassion, empathy or love. 

It ultimately renders the fearful inhumane.

Jesus oft’ repeated “Do not be afraid,” 

He said it when His followers were at points of potential high-reactivity and much  under stress, duress.

When anxstress. 

Anxstress is a term one of my sons coined when he was about 8 years old and we have used it ever since. 

I do not believe this repeated  Admonition from Jesus was only words of comfort. They were much more. They were words of comfort but also words of correction, encouragement, and protection. They were words of protection from what fear does and does so well. 

 It destroys. 

Fear works from the inside and destroys people and then it destroys friendships and deeper relationships, even long term family relationships, even churches  

“Do not be afraid” were much more than words of comfort.

Jesus was doing His best to keep us humane.

One of my very favorite pieces of art. Secured from a street artist in Moscow.

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August 20, 2023

Hopes for the week ahead (and beyond)…..

by Rod Smith

May you meet gentle and warm hearted people and be warm hearted and gentle toward yourself and towards others. There appears to be so much fury and anger and so many people living on edge. May you and I offer a counter experience and offer others a place of welcome and safety. In doing so we may not change the world or make a shift or dent in our immediate environments but we will lift and encourage the hearts of a few.

May you be firm in your decisions and be confident in your dealings with yourself and others. There is a vast difference between confidence and arrogance and, while they are often confused, may you and I have only confidence. Inner-confidence permits others to take a stand, for themselves. Confidence will assist you and me to live deliberately and avoid victim thinking. 

May you be generous and kind in a world that seems to promote selfishness, greed, indifference and even promote unkindness. This does not mean we have to give beyond our means or be un-thinking in our giving of time and resources. Wise giving of cash, talent, and time empowers others. Unwise giving of cash, talent and time will exhaust and deplete you and me.

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