In Life Be More Than Just a Tourist

Pilgrim (noun) 1. a person who journeys, especially a long distance, to some sacred place as an act of religious devotion; a wanderer, especially in a foreign place.

            

Tourist (noun) 1.a person traveling, especially for pleasure.

                                --Random House Dictionary

Are you a tourist or a pilgrim?  

First there’s the coffee here, so strong and black and thick it leaves a soupy residue of bitter grounds in the bottom of the cup. Then the language: I can’t understand one word even after ten days in this strange place. Not many churches here either. The country is 98 percent Muslim. There are 80,000 thousands mosques here and every day, five times a day, the call to prayer is blasted out from loudspeakers at each one, together creating an otherworldly cacophony which floats out over whatever city I’m in.  It regularly jolts me awake at 4:00 am.  Not a cheeseburger in sight either, nor a Wal-Mart or a Boston Globe.  I’ve no idea how the Red Sox are doing. 

Oh, and did I mention I’m absolutely loving it here in Turkey, this amazing and beautiful and foreign and haunting place, 4,836 miles from my front door?  I write these words on a sultry and warm mid-June day, looking out on the Black Sea, on the far northeastern coast of Turkey, one of fifteen folks on a church sponsored trip to explore the holy and biblical sites of what once was Asia Minor. Right now all I pray is this: that I may be a pilgrim and not a tourist in the few days I have left here, and not just on this trip but also on the journey called human life.      

A tourist.  We know the familiar cliché image. Clunky oversized camera around the neck, floppy hat on the head.  Furiously rushing on and off the tour bus at every sight for a few quick photo ops and then hurry back on the bus, on to the next spot on the itinerary.  One more item checked off. No time to really get to know the locals or culture. Bags filled with souvenirs, sporting a locally purchased t-shirt: “I went to Istanbul and all I got was this T-shirt!” Complaining that there is no place to get a decent cup of coffee or adequate cell phone service. 

Here in Turkey I’ve seen lots of these tourists:  American, German, Japanese.  I remember travel times when I’ve been touristy too.  Traveling through life, rushing, but not really taking the time to explore a place more deeply.  Staying on the surface of a destination and not digging in or worst of all viewing it through the safety of a bus window or a camera lens, keeping it all at arm’s length.  Or perhaps viewing a foreign place, a foreign people through my own often narrow cultural biases, wondering “Why can’t ‘they’ be more like me?”

It would be easy to fall into that trap in a place like Turkey.  Women in full length black burkas are a common sight here, one I’ve never encountered before, a bit jarring until you get used to it.  The spires of minarets and their mosques are everywhere; not many of those at home.  Most of the churches here are actually museums. Christianity hasn’t been a real presence here for almost a century.   Judaism has a nominal presence.  The food, the language, everything is strange. 

Unless I see it all as a pilgrim, as one on a holy journey of life and in life.  Long ago many folks of faith undertook pilgrimages as pilgrims to holy places like Turkey or Jerusalem or Mecca, where millions of faithful Muslims still trek today.  The key to these trips is attitude: how as pilgrims we encounter the strange and different and peoples and lands and cultures we come in contact with as we travel in the world, and not just far away but every day at home too. 

To be a pilgrim means to enter a place not with expectation but instead with curiosity. What can I learn here? What lessons does this ‘stranger’ have to teach me? To be a pilgrim means to take seriously our place as a guest in a new destination, to be civil, polite, humble even, at all times.  How might our lives as humans in this often conflict ridden world improve if only more of us acted thus in any new situation? To be a pilgrim offers us the opportunity to see the holy and the sacred in every aspect of life, whether in the midst of a vacation to a far off place like Turkey or sharing space in line at Dunkin Donuts with someone we’ve yet to meet.  Because when we are more pilgrim like and less tourist like, miracles happen. Sweet surprises come our way, like grace from heaven.

Yesterday our group visited a fifth century monastery, built on the side of a 4,000 foot mountain here, breathtaking enough in itself.  One of our pilgrims stopped to help a person having great trouble making the trek up the winding and steep path, and found himself stranded at the entrance, separated from our group, with no money to buy a ticket to enter that holy place.  Encountering the Turkish ticket taker, he explained his plight to her as best he could.  Without hesitation and without being asked, the gracious and kind young woman took out her wallet and paid for his admission.  That’s what happens when we live as pilgrims.  When we are wide open to the big, bright world, the world opens itself up to us too.

So before you go away on vacation this summer, pack up the suitcase or the car, purchase a ticket for destinations unknown, or even before you go out the front door this morning, ask yourself. Will I be a tourist or a pilgrim today?  How you answer just may change your life and this world in all your travels, around the corner and around the globe.

Let’s all be pilgrims.

 

Graduates--What's Next?

Next (adjective) 1. immediately following in time, order, or importance.

 --Random House Dictionary

            “What’s next?” It’s graduation season as millions of young women and men celebrate the end of one part of their young lives. The end…of high school, trade school, college, graduate school.  It is absolutely a time for joy at accomplishing the goal of finally acquiring an education, a degree, just getting to the finish line.  YOU DID IT!  I’m a softy and so I cannot watch a graduation ceremony without getting teary, moved by the truth that these young souls now stand on the edge of so much possibility, so much potential.  It is always an exciting time to be a new graduate.

            And yet it’s tempting for “elders” like me to romanticize those days following graduation. It’s been almost 25 years since I picked up my grad school diploma and I’d like to remember that I strode into my future with confidence and a clear direction to the place called “the rest of my life” but the truth? I was anxious, nervous, and unsure about just what was “next”.  Post graduation so many well meaning folks badgering me with just one question: “So John, just what are you going to do with the rest of your life? What’s next?” 

            What was to come “next”?  What I was supposed to do “next”?  Whom I was supposed to become “next” in my unfolding human life?  “Next”—the place we all have yet to arrive. The story not quite written to its completion.  Tomorrow, the future, or in the words of William Shakespeare’s character Hamlet, “the undiscovered country.”  What is “next” and just how are we humans supposed to figure that out?

            As a person of faith the one piece of advice I’d offer 2012 graduates is this. Trust that the God who created you has also planted within you a unique gift, a passion, a talent, a call, a vocation, work, one “thing” wholly your own, exactly what you are supposed to do next and who you are made to be next.  So now your job post classroom, and for the rest of your life in fact, is to figure out just what that “work” is and when you do find it (and you will) dive right into it with all your heart, soul and mind. 

            Yes, this task is so much easier said than done. I’m blessed in my life to know and love many twenty something folks.  I see that often the hardest challenge they face is to figure out just what their “one thing” is, their “next”.  But the gift of a life given to us by God is also a challenge: to grow up and into our one of a kind “next” and to take responsibility for that journey of self-discovery alone.    

              Parents cannot do this for us, tell us whom we are made to be, not peers or spouses, teachers or coaches or any one else either.  It is up to us finally.  But here’s a hint.  You’ll know “it” when you discover “it”.  As the writer Fredrick Buechner said: “Vocation happens when our deep gladness meets the world’s deep need.”  And when that serendipitous transformation occurs, when we find or stumble upon or embrace our life’s vocation, it is really a miracle, simply amazing.  “So this is why I was put on this earth!”

            What’s next? We may be made by God for a specific job or a career, some lifelong profession which dovetails perfectly with what we love to do.  Some of us were just made to be a doctor or an engineer or a carpenter or minister or an auto mechanic or a teacher.  It may be a hobby or an after work pursuit, life on the weekends and at night writing a novel, acting on stage, singing with passion, playing a sport and pushing our bodies to the limit. For some a life’s work is about being a great Mom or amazing Dad: some of us are made to build a family and make a home with care and love.   

            God knows what’s next and now it is up to every human being to answer this question too for the rest of life.  To discern what it is that makes our hearts soar, our minds stretch, our lives meaningful, and our spirits flourish and then to make it all our own.  To do what God made us to do. 

            What’s next?  The answer awaits.

The Only Bet That Always Pays Off

Bet (verb) 1. To make a wager with; (synonyms: gamble, stake, risk, hazard, venture, chance.)                     --Random House Dictionary

            I’m not a betting man, at least not here in Massachusetts, which in just a few years will roll the dice as one of the newest states to gamble on legalized casinos.  With visions of a bountiful jackpot for the state budget, the governor and legislature are going all in and betting that Bay Staters will morph into Bet Staters.  Not me—I don’t like the odds. The house always win.  No bets for me.

            Yet I confess I do gamble. It’s not on cards or craps or the horses. No: my gambling happens in the stock market, which in many ways is the biggest collective bet of all.  The stock market, stock markets actually, all around the world: New York, London, Tokyo, Moscow, Beijing, etc.  According to the website seekingalpha.com, the total market value of all these stocks is $48 trillion, give or take a few trillion, on any given day.  That’s $48,000,000,000,000: lots of zeros in that number.  

            24/7, all year round, some place, some where, traders buy and sell stocks in hundreds of thousands of businesses. They “bet” on behalf of institutional and individual customers, like you and I, that a stock will rise or fall in the hope is that their gamble will pay big money. 

            We all gamble on Wall Street. If you’ve got a 401K or a traditional pension you are a part of the bets placed everyday.  If you’ve got a savings account at the local bank or an equity account at Fidelity or the like, you are playing the odds.  If you own a house with a mortgage some institution somewhere which holds that paper may be reselling that debt to someone else and seeking to turn a buck in the process. 

            When markets go up it is all good.  The economy hums.  Stockholders and financial companies make money.  Capitol is available for new business ventures, new equipment and new hires.  And we little investors get to go along for the ride and celebrate as our nest egg increases.  But when the markets tank, when the ticker plummets, when a bet is wrong and billions are lost, then we remember it is all finally a gamble. A bet.

            Just ask Jamie Dimon or Mark Zuckeberg, two CEOs who in the past weeks learned how unpredictable markets are, impossible to call a sure bet.  Dimon is CEO of JPMorgan Chase, the largest bank by deposits in the United States.  His firm lost $2 billion dollars in risky derivative bets made out of the bank’s London office this month.  CNNMoney reports the actual loss may be closer to $6 billion. Dimon has publically and profusely apologized for the loss, let go the errant trader, and reassured anyone who would listen that the bank has, “a fortress balance sheet” and has learned its lesson.  At the same time JPMorgan Chase’s stock price dropped by up to 20 percent, meaning a loss for its shareholders of another $30 billion in value. Talk about a bad bet.    

            Then there’s Zuckeberg, founder of Facebook, the social media giant that last week rolled out the third largest initial public offering of stock ever.  The good news? At $37 per share, Facebook raised more than $16 billion which made Zuckeberg and several other investors millionaires and even billionaires. The bad news?  The stock, which was supposed to soar upwards according to “conventional wisdom” instead sunk by as much as 19 percent in the days after the IPO.  Rolled the dice but all that came up was snake eyes.

            When it comes to the gamble of the markets, all bets are off. For a bet is just that, a bet. It would not be a bet unless there was a real chance of losing.  This rule applies in a backroom poker game and on the trading floor, in fact in all of life. There are finally few things which qualify as a sure thing or money in the bank. Not that we humans don’t try to find our ace in the hole.

            We bet that wealth will make us happy and find out money cannot buy contentedness. It’s not for sale at any price. We seek the comfort of possessions and discover these things are but a fool’s gold, and eventually rust and fall apart.  We double down on substances that numb us for awhile but in the morning leave us empty.  We wager that busyness is the ticket to fulfillment and learn that a full calendar does not equal a full heart.

             It’s natural to seek a sure bet, but perhaps we’re looking for a spiritual payoff in all the wrong places. Think: if you had to go “all in”, bet the house, your life on just one thing, on a power, a truth, a reality, who or what might that be?  For folks of faith the answer is simple and two fold: God and love. God, the Higher Power, the Universe, the Force, which holds it all together.  Love, the one human bet that always wins, always makes the world a better place, always makes this life worth it and filled with purpose, and always comes back to us, doubled, even tripled in value. 

            So these days the markets may be undependable and fickle. The dice of life are thrown and fall randomly.  But there’s one bet that beats the house consistently.  As Albert Einstein said, “God doesn't play dice with the world." 

            That’s how I’m betting. How about you?

           

Bill Russell versus Kim Kardashian? No Contest.

Hero (noun) 1. A [person] of distinguished courage or ability, admired for brave deeds and noble qualities.

Celebrity (noun) 1. a famous or well-known person; fame; renown.

            --Random House Dictionary

            A new statue will grace Boston’s City Hall Plaza in 2013, one of Bill Russell, perhaps the greatest Celtic player and greatest professional basketball player of all time.  His career stats are unprecedented.  He played on eleven NBA championship teams in thirteen years, including eight in a row from 1959-66.  First player with fifty rebounds in a game.  Played on two NCAA championships teams and one gold medal Olympic team. Inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1975.  First African-American NBA head coach. Five time Most Valuable Player, 12 times an All Star. 

            You’d assume Russell’s statue would capture the man decked out in Celtic green, his body stretching impossibly high up to block a shot, all muscle, height and power.  Show the star that was Russell, right? The celebrity, the athlete extraordinaire? But instead the proposed design for the statue is anything but star struck.

            Instead picture a circular plaza framed by three benches, a Celtic shamrock outlined among the red bricks.  One bench features career stats and a quote from Russell: “There is no such thing as someone else’s child.”  In the center is Russell, dressed in civilian clothes, his hand on the shoulder of a youth, perhaps listening to them or teaching, certainly caring.  On another bench sits a second youth, alone, waiting for someone else to care about them too, a coach, teacher, minister or peer.

            Makes sense to portray Russell thus, because while he was a great player on the court, someone for fans to cheer, whose star power sold so many tickets, more important, he was a hero off the parquet.  A hero: someone who used his fame to further causes so much greater than himself or any mere game.  He fought against racism which in the 1950’s and ‘60’s in Boston and America was very nasty.  He marched for civil rights with The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. when to do so garnered few accolades.  He spoke out as an African-American leader and once declared of his work as a trailblazing coach: “What's more important than who's going to be the first black manager is who's going to be the first black sports editor of the New York Times.”  In 2011 President Barack Obama awarded him the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honor in America.

            Now in the last years of his life he’s committed, through The Bill Russell Mentoring Grant Program, to make sure kids in Boston have adult mentors in their lives, so young people of all races can become the truly great men and women they were created by God to be.  Hence the statue: not portraying sassy slam dunks or self-righteous pumping fists or hot dogging high fives, which passes for the NBA “stars” of today.  No to this NBA legend, his life is now about community service and the girls and boys who need adult kindness and direction to blossom.

            Our world could use more heroes like Russell, and fewer “stars”, and not just on the field of play but in the rest of our culture too.  America has become a star obsessed land. We’ve been “American Idolized” and are transfixed by our celebrities, these self-promoting, narcissistic, preening prim Donnas who vie incessantly for our attention.  The top ten folks followed on Twitter? Almost all lightweight celebs, more famous for scandal and frothy music than any kind of heroic lives: Justin Bieber, Kim Kardashian, Britney Spears, Shakira. Each boasts more than fourteen million followers. 

            The largest selling weekly magazine in the United States? People.  The TV landscape is littered with shows all vying to out celeb and out weird each other: “Real Housewives”, “Wife Swappers”, “Celebrity Rehab”—you get the picture. Even the Presidential election feels creepily star-crossed as substantive issues take a back seat to splashy attack ads and spin and image.

            I think I get why some folks love the whole celebrity vibe.  There’s nothing at stake in loving to watch celebrities crash and burn so publically. Nations will not topple nor do worlds stop turning when Justin Bieber tweets he once had a beer or Britney talks about her latest stint in rehab.  It’s all in “fun” I guess, right?  It’s distracting. It makes for good copy, great video.  It allows escape from our own not so famous or infamous lives.  It’s entertainment.

            But me, I’ll take a real life flesh and blood hero like Bill Russell any day. He wasn’t perfect.  He had a very conflicted relationship with the fans and media while he played here.  But he was and is something no celebrity will ever be: human and real.  Not a puffed up press release but a person. Not an icon but a neighbor. Passionate about both his play on the court and his life as a citizen, Russell is one “star” working to make Boston a better place to live.

            Russell reminds us we can and must do better for one another, in as simple an act as mentoring a child. Now if only America might take all the energy and dollars and attention we slavishly devote to “stars” and instead put some of that star power towards honoring heroes who seek the common good.                

            For there are celebrities and then there are heroes. I’ll follow a hero every time.

                                                  

God and the Girl Scouts

Against (preposition) 1. in opposition to; contrary to; in resistance to; hostile to

            --Random House Dictionary

Decisions, decisions…to buy the thin mints or go for the peanut butter patties, or maybe just indulge and go for several boxes of both? I’m a pushover when it comes to buying Girl Scout cookies from the earnest young girls who knock on my front door or corner me at church with their order forms once a year.  Who could be against cookies or one of the oldest youth service organizations in America, the Girl Scouts, who this year celebrate their 100^th anniversary?  One hundred years of carrying out a noble and simple mission: “Girl Scouting builds girls of courage, confidence, and character, who make the world a better place.” 

Found in all 50 states, the Girl Scouts of America (GSA) welcomes girls of all races, religions and backgrounds and boasts 2.3 million girl members and 890,000 adult members.  Most well known for those darn tasty cookies, their work is actually much more substantial: to teach girls leadership skills in the hope of helping them grow into better citizens, better neighbors, and better family members, all in service to others.        

Who could be against them? Well, the largest Christian church in America, that’s who, at least a handful of its national leaders.  According to a recent Associated Press story, that church’s bishops have launched an official inquiry into the Scouts' "possible problematic relationships with other organizations and various problematic program materials.” According to The Huffington Post, the concern is that “...the Scouts associate with other groups espousing stances that conflict with church teaching.”  Huh?

Now I’m not going to try and parse what is seemingly so “offensive” about the Girl Scouts in the view of my fellow folks of faith. People of faith in the United States come in all shapes and sizes.  Like Girl Scout Cookies, faith in God in the United States boasts a flavor for every theological and social taste, from ultra conservative to uber liberal.  America is still one of the most religious nations on earth.  That’s good, at least most of the time.

But as a person of faith I just want the wider culture to know faith isn’t always about just being against something, counter, critical, castigating, as in this critique of the Girl Scouts.  Or gay marriage. Or any number of hot button issues churning in the culture wars that so wrack our public discourse these days.  Name an issue, any issue and guaranteed, some one will drag out God and faith and then declare how this same God is against, against, against, against. 

Newsflash.  Some people of faith are actually for some things, in favor of things, lots of good things actually, many noble and true and great ideas and ideals. Like love, peace, compassion, mercy, hope, generosity and community.  Like watching out for the powerless: the poor, the widow, the orphan, and the stranger. Or fully supporting wonderful groups like the Girl Scouts.

You’d never know this by watching the news, reading the newspaper, surfing the web or perusing a Facebook page. Media and social media often seem to only embrace and showcase the “against” God folks.  In fact the press seems incapable of portraying faith in God as anything but cartoonish, freakish, forever handing the microphone to the most radical and mean spirited, even crazy, of so called “religious” folk.  Like the Florida “pastor” who burned the Koran in public. Or a North Carolina “pastor” who advocated from the pulpit beating “gayness” out of kids.  Yes he actually said that, and then his hateful and stupid words went viral and were all the rage on the Internet just weeks ago. 

But not all who follow God are so against. Jesus was once asked to name the most important law in all of scripture, one moral declaration which sums up what it means to have faith in God. Tough question considering that the holy texts he followed contained some 613 commandments, many of them prohibitions, “againsts”.  His answer was simple and elegant: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind and you shall love your neighbor as yourself.”  Love God. Love neighbor. Love self. 

This beautiful ethical notion can be found in every major world religion, and here’s the kicker. It is not negative, but positive.  It seeks to build up not tear down.  It doesn’t say “NO!” but instead declares “YES!” Maybe this is what it finally might mean both to have faith in God and to do faith with God.

So here’s my enthusiastic faith based shout out to the Girl Scouts! Good job! Keep it up for another hundred years. I’m all for the great things you do and how you make our world such a much better place.  Thank you.

Pass the cookies please.

   

As The Campaign Begins: Let's Get Real

Authentic (adjective) 1. not false or copied; genuine; real      --Random House Dictionary

"It's the real thing."   --slogan for Coca-Cola

I feel sorry for Mitt Romney, Barack Obama too. In the next six months these two men will compete for the Presidency of the United States, perhaps the most powerful job in the world.  With the push of a button a President can start a nuclear war.  With the right speech he can rally a country.  With the stroke of a pen as she signs a law she can change millions of lives. A great President can lead the secular salvation of a nation. Think FDR or Lincoln.  But in 2012 there is one thing both candidates for Commander in Chief seem powerless, or unwilling, or both, to do. 

That is to be real. Be really real. Be themselves. Go off script. Be true to whom, at their core, they finally are and embody what they believe in and what they truly hold dear. Tell the truth. Be the truth. Be authentic.

That’s why Romney gets my sympathy. Candidate Romney often comes across as uncomfortable in his own skin, awkward, even desperate to please whatever group of voters he stands before. Romney can appear tentative, grasping to figure out just who he is supposed to be at any given moment.  Then the press (liberal and conservative) pounds him for being “stiff”. Then his political machine counters that hey, he really, really is a great guy, really, down to earth, real. America just has to get to know him. Romney can’t seem to win this fight. 

As noted in a recent Salt Lake Tribune article by Peggy Fletcher Stack: “The Mitt Romney…on the campaign trail is often depicted as wealthy, wooden and out of touch…gaffe-prone, detached, distant.…But Philip Barlow, a counselor and friend to Romney, when he was a Mormon leader in Massachusetts in the 1980’s and early 90’s, counters: ‘Asking [Romney] to appear more informal is ironically asking him to become less authentic so that he can appear as more authentic.  We ought to allow him to be who he is and make our judgment on that basis.’”

Allow a candidate to be who he or she is and then make a judgment on that basis alone: there’s an idea! To vote for an authentic man or woman: no gloss, no façade, no smoke and mirrors. To expect our leaders to be real.

Remember the “beer summit” early on in Obama’s Presidency?  This is what it looks like when politicians are forced or choose to be inauthentic, fake, false.  An African-American Harvard professor is arrested by a white Cambridge police officer. Obama honestly weighs in. The media explodes and so these three men then have to gather on the back lawn of the White House in shirt sleeves to drink beer together and make nice, all for the cameras.  Awkward.  So clearly an act.  That day I felt pretty bad for the President.    

What might it look like if voters and the media empowered our Presidential candidates to be authentic?  What might happen if we worried less about whether or not a candidate is the kind of person “we’d like to drink a beer with” and demanded instead a candidate who could just do the job and do it well? A President not as image or press release but a flesh and blood person, neither super heroic nor a political anti-Christ, just human.   

Liberals might then give the President a break and allow him to be the political moderate he finally is. Conservatives might give Romney a break and allow him to be the political pragmatist he finally is.

Romney critics might finally accept that Romney is a very wealthy, highly successful businessman, a squeaky clean straight arrow family guy and a committed Mormon. Wearing jeans and rolling up his button down shirts won’t change him.  Obama critics might stop beating up on the President for lacking “fire” and accept that Obama is professorial at heart, thoughtful and smart and more committed to crafting attainable solutions than partisan people pleasing or smarmy glad handing.  Drinking a beer in the backyard won’t change him.

Then maybe these two real people could run a full bore honest debate through to next November about the future of the United States and who is best qualified to lead us. We’d all get to vote for an authentic person to be our next President. No artifice. No media spin. No political machinations or myth-making.   

One of the best gifts my faith gives me is the call by my Creator to be authentic, to be real, to be both the good and the flawed human being I am.  Or as Hamlet said in William Shakespeare’s play of the same name, “This above all: To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”    

I know this hope for presidential candidate authenticity is radically counter to our multi-billion dollar presidential campaigns with spin doctors and image creators scrambling to present their candidate as “real”, and a press talking so much more about appearances and style than real issues.  The voters who hope to drink a beer with the President don’t help much either.  Could we go any lower in our presidential expectations?

The huge problems our nation and world face call not for actors on a stage, but leaders in the real world. So President Obama and Governor Romney, here is my unsolicited advice to you both as the campaign begins: to thine own self be true.

            

When It Comes to Life, Are you Asleep or Awake?

“Let me respectfully remind you, life and death, are of supreme importance.  Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost.  Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken! Take heed. Do not squander your life.” --The Evening Gatha, Zen Buddhism

What will it take to wake you up? 

To oversleep and then miss an important engagement or appointment is one of my biggest fears.  I’ve got a big sermon to preach in the morning or an extra early flight or a pre-sunrise commitment.  Then I just can’t risk snoozing through.  Some folks are blessed with an internal alarm clock which wakes them up, no worries. They somehow program a wake up time into their subconscious before sleep and then miraculously they wake right up on time. 

Not me. I sleep like the dead, like a rock, like a dead rock. I need a wake up call, a clanging bell, an annoying buzzer, an aural kick in the pants to get me up and out the door.  To just wake me up.  This often means setting not one but two alarm clocks—one next to the bed and the other on the farthest side of the room—whenever I really need to wake up.  Otherwise? Well, I might just sleep through.

To wake right up or to snooze away, and not just in bed but in life too.  Sometimes we all need a spiritual wake up call. These are the sharply realized moments, the starkly clear seconds, the haunting “A Ha!” revelations when life slows down, suddenly clarifies for us what really matters.  Whom we love.  What is finally important.  What we cherish.  How life is such a fragile and tender gift from our Creator. 

And so the doctor gives us the news and our spirits soar or sink.  The phone rings at 3 a.m. and we dread answering it.  We watch through tear-filled eyes our child on his wedding day and our hearts burst with gratitude. We narrowly escape a car accident and as our ticker thumps away, we thank God we are o.k.  We sit in church and mourn a loved one and weep at all the things the departed will now never, ever get to do.  We hold our newborn for the first time and she awakens in us the amazing mystery of existence.

We wake up. 

Or we just continue to spiritually sleep, oversleep even, ZZZZZ away as life passes us by in all its wonder and beauty.  Then we imagine it is our work that really matters the most and so we lose time with loved ones for that oh so crucial deal or that cell phone call we just have to answer. We live for the drama of life, get mired in the petty, the meaningless, the fleeting, the trivial, the need to always be right.  We waste time immersed in technology, texting away, surfing along in a virtual world while the real world unfolds right before us and we fail to see it.  We mistake wealth and money for meaning, hold on to our treasure and stuff so tightly that we convince ourselves we can really take it all with us and cram it into the coffin. We sleepwalk through life.  And then we get a wake up call.

Or we wake up, no call necessary.  Wake up and decide to take this one day, freely and generously been given to us by God, and not waste one second.  Wake up to the folks in life who need our love, right now.  Wake up to the needs of others, next door and far away, and then do something to help. Wake up to hot coffee and sultry spring mornings and birds singing and hugs from the kids and see all these little miracles as precious.  Wake up to passion and purpose and faith.  The choice is finally ours.  To stay in bed or to get up.

What will it take to wake you up?