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Friday, March 13, 2015

What Is A Prayer?

In this world of unsocial media madness we often see the request for prayers.  The reasons can be as varied as the people making the requests.

This week I was asked to pray for a family member, let's call her, Mary Lou, because that's her actual name.  She was having surgery.  So friends and family were asked to pray that all would go well.  I was happy to hear that all went well and Mary Lou would be fine.  

I was asked to pray for a family that were friends of friends on Facebook.  The mother, who shared the same disability as I do, Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA), passed away.  I never met her, but I said a little prayer.

Sadly, our country was asked to pray for 7 Marines killed during a training mission.  I always send a little prayer to all our soldiers around the globe, but it is a shocker when some die so close to home. Saying a prayer seems too little for all they and their families give up for our country.

I said a little prayer for a friend going to college for the first time using her scooter.  She too has SMA, but it started later in life.  She is learning how to be herself in the world while her "physical" self is changing.  Happily, she did great.

These are just a small sample of special prayers.  I am always praying for my family, friends, and those not my friends.  Can't hurt right?

I was thinking about what a prayer is.  I came up with the idea that prayers really were the first form of e-mail (stay with me).  When we e-mail there is no physical "thing" you can hold.  The words we type on the computer or whatever device you chose are just little bits of magnetism on a machine being sent to another machine.

(Side note: While my prayer/email concept is creative it is not original.  The movie Bruce Almighty had a similar take on the idea.  I will give credit where credit is due.)

A prayer, similarly, is not a "thing" you can hold either.  The words we say or think are little bits of electricity in our brains.  

We send e-mails about all kinds of different subjects to friends, family, co-workers, businesses, etc.

We send our prayers to the God we believe in.

With e-mail we often get Spam, useless unwanted junk.

With prayers, God gets requests from sport athletes to help them play better.  I think God would have a Spam folder for these prayers.  Not that God doesn't like sports, but because I'm sure each member from each team is praying to play better than each other. The prayers cancel each other out.

We can send e-mail to anybody we want.

We can pray about anybody we want.

With the advancement of smartphones we can e-mail from anywhere these days.

We can prayer anywhere or anytime we want as well.  (Those who think there is no prayer in schools might want rethink that idea during finals.)

We live in a high-tech world now where we can connect to just about anybody from anywhere in the world.  That makes our world seem a little bit smaller everyday.

We've always had the ability to pray to God from anywhere in the world. That makes our small world a little bit brighter.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Merry Christmas Clearance Poem

This morning I was looking at some files on my computer and found a Christmas poem I wrote 17 years ago.  I was looking for one I wrote with my brother back in 1978, but this will do for now.  I hope you will enjoy it.

 The Spirits and St. Nick

A distortion by Mark Plocharczyk

'Twas the night before Christmas', when all through the bar,
The martinis were being shaken, not stirred in a jar.

All the olives were stuffed with pimento and care,
In hopes that ST. Nicholas soon would be there;

With mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap... NOT!
We were feeling a little warm after a Grand Marnier shot.

When out on the lawn I heard this great noise,
I didn't move an inch, thinking it just some neighborhood boys.

I heard the noise again, but this time I moved quick,
Peered out of my window and saw jolly St. Nick.

I put on my slippers and ran down the stairs,
I went to the bar to check on the beers.

As I was closing the fridge and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red from head to toe,
There was a gleam in his eye when he said, "Sett’em up Joe!"

I poured him a beer, his face was so bright,
He told an old joke, that Rudolph only drank lite.

We toasted Christmas and all the holiday joys,
He then went to work filling the stockings with toys.

A few toys fell to the floor, I think Santa was loopy,
He seemed kind of confused, as he tried to feed the toy Snoopy.

He said,  "Thanks for the spirits, but I really must go."
He went up the chimney and back to the snow.

He jumped in his sleigh, his reindeer so tame,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
On, COMPET! on CLUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! to the
top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! Dash away all!"

Although he slurred the first few names of the deer,
The jolly old elf was fine,  as there were no more effects from the beer.

I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,