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Another First World Problem

In the spirit of poking a bit of fun about the inconveniences of modern life, I post my second installment of my latest First World Problem. The previous one can be found here.

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to give away a TV that was connected to the satellite service and served only as a recording device–no one ever watched it. Little did I realize that, by disconnecting it and not replacing it, I would mess up the way the remote control worked on the other TV set.

After a TV-less week (gasp!), I finally called the service provider and sought help. A thirty minute phone call later, we thought we had a solution and that the remote previously set up for the second TV would now work on the main one.

It did, that night. The next time I tried to turn it on, I discovered that remote one had to be used to turn on the TV, and would control the sound. Remote two had to be used to actually control the channels and find the guide. And neither of them worked if I paused a program while recording it. The whole thing just freezes up.

Can you believe this? The deprivation! The withdrawal! The suffering! The inconvenience! And there is NO SOLUTION until the new remote, currently being expedited to me, actually arrives and I make another phone call to program it properly!

Oh dear, I guess I shall have to read one of the several hundred books on my e-reader instead. Unless, of course, I forget to CHARGE THE BATTERY! Oh no–will I survive?

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The Dialogue: Rational Brain vs Primitive Brain

Dear Readers,

Thanks for all the prayers and offer of help as I go into this health journey. Below is a peek into the recesses of my brain. Keep in mind that the Rational Brain (RB) is fully aware of the grace and love of God. The Primitive Brain (PB) still awaits full redemption!

RB, “Isn’t modern medicine wonderful? I’m in the hands of caring, skilled medical personnel who will competently walk me through this.”

PB, “Run! Fast!”

RB, “It was silly to avoid this for so long. What was I thinking?”

PB, “They are going to take a knife to you. Run, FAST!”

RB, “I’ve already paid my deductible for this year, so maybe the co-pay won’t completely wipe out my savings.”

PB, “You’ve met your deductible ALREADY this year? Run, FASTER!”

RB, “They’ve promised to make sure I’ve got all the pain meds I need afterward. That’s wonderful!”

PB, “You idiot–they said that because you are going to hurt like **** afterward.

RB, “Now, I know that they’ll tell me not to make any major decisions while the anesthetic is still in my system. How wise of them to remind me of this!”

PB, “You idiot. While you’ve still got the anesthetic in your system, you won’t KNOW you still have the anesthetic in your system. You’ll probably gamble your children’s inheritance away (if there IS ANY LEFT after you pay the co-pay) thinking you know exactly what you are doing.

RB, “OK, prep time. List all the things I need finished before the surgery. Take care of the highest priorities first. All will be done in calm order.”

PB, “You idiot. There’s no way you’ll be ready. Hurry, quick, race around crazily. Clear that work pile off desk. Write months of articles in advance. Outline your sermons through December. Clean the house. Weed the garden. DO YOUR TAXES!”

RB, “Oh gosh, I haven’t done my taxes yet. No problem–I can easily get an extension form and will send in some extra money just in case.”

PB, “WHAT do you mean, ‘send in some extra money just in case?’ Do you have ANY IDEA what your co-pay is going to be? You don’t HAVE any extra. Just shred the tax stuff and forget about it.”

RB: Remember to let my sons know what is going on and to remind them that there is nothing to worry about. They’ve already shown much love and support with calls and emails and offers of help. What fine men they’ve grown up to be, responsible, hard-working, caring for their families and living as godly, responsible people.”

PB, “WHAT!!! You mean those three ungrateful sons of yours aren’t uprooting their lives and all flying to be at your bedside during this life-threatening procedure? So WHAT that one’s wife is expecting a baby any moment and the others are up to their ears in work projects and you are going to see them soon anyway–YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT!!!!”

RB, “I’m calm, relaxed and nearly ready.”

PB, “You IDIOT. Have you checked your blood pressure? Do you have any clue that a bunch of strangers are going to strip you naked, knock you unconscious, and invade your private parts? RUN AWAY NOW!! FASTER!!!!!”

RB, “While there certainly is a possibility that I have cancer, I honestly don’t think so. Soon, I’m going to feel great, well-rested, full of energy and ready to enjoy life, family and ministry.”

PB “ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND? Best days gone for good baby! Feel really sorry for yourself and see if you can make everyone around you miserable as well. Not much time left anyway so don’t bother to care about anyone but yourself.

RB, Speechless

PB, “About time you hushed up. I’m in charge now.”

God Brain, “No, you are not. I AM!”

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Christmas Indulgence

I receive most days a clean “funny” from Mikey’s Funnies:  www.mikeysFunnies.com

Yesterday’s was just too good not to pass on.  Let me just say that, although I am an advocate for sound nutritional practices and good self-care, I also think celebration is quite a good thing.  Let’s dispense with taking the joy out of parties by too much self-control. Yes, even that discipline can cross over into unhealthy.

The author of this post has given permission to pass this on.

HOLIDAY HINTS TO CHUCK OUT
By Saralee Perel

Must we be barraged every holiday season by those annually-irritating experts who suggest we deny ourselves everything from one lousy cookie to a single piece of pie?

I’ll paraphrase advice I’ve read and then add my opinion.

1. Fill up on carrots before going to a party. Bring some with you, too.

That’s a great idea. When your host has painstakingly labored to make a billion canapes, she’ll be thrilled when everyone grabs big fat carrots from their pockets or purses and gnaws on those instead.

2. Guzzle 2 gallons of water before the party, then only drink water while you’re there.

Why don’t we just lug the host’s garden hose into the festive party room, turn it on and suck on it every time we’re offered a cocktail wiener?

3. Belts should be tightened 4 notches tighter than normal.

We want to feel miserably uncomfortable when we eat an entire grape. Parties are more fun when we can’t breathe.

4. A food pyramid is a nutritional chart. It is not a colossal tower of stacked meat. No food piling! Keep it to one layer.

This doesn’t make sense. It necessitates making over 10 trips to the buffet table.

5. Registered dietitian, Kristin Kirkpatrick, writes in a Huffington Post article, “Never allow leftovers to enter your house. If you have a pushy host that insists you take home the rest of the crescent roll pastry Brie wheel, graciously take it but conveniently leave it in the bathroom on your way out.”

Oh, this is a beauty. When I emailed this tip to my friend Mike, he replied, “Seriously…who takes cheese into the bathroom?”

Plus, if everyone reads Kristin’s article and puts food in the bathroom, that room will look like a separate party for the gastronomically-impaired.

6. Stare at food for a full minute before eating. Then you won’t be eating subconsciously.

Have you ever stared at an oyster the second it’s shucked? Do you really want to see your food moving right before you eat it?

7. Circle the buffet table and blot everything. If food leaves an oil smudge on absorbent cloth, put it back on the platter!

When I blotted my mother’s kishka (don’t ask) using her handmade lace napkins, she disinherited me.

8. Do not scream “Fire!” so you can be first at the buffet table. That would be stupid. But be sure you’re the last in line. Party dishes look too tempting when nobody’s swiped the good stuff, like the crab balls off the salad greens. By the time it’s your turn, the food will look dreary, limp and tasteless.

Well, isn’t that special.

The only things left will be Portobello mushrooms. (Their name is French for big old flat doorknobs.) The lobster they were stuffed with will be gone. We’ll be looking at gray floppy discs with gills.

And so, if you’re a skinny person who can eat anything, we all hate you. For the rest of us, maybe we can enjoy some holiday food without feeling guilty.

At my house, you’re welcome to stack, blot or pile your food. But would you mind not hiding it in the bathroom?

Nationally-syndicated columnist, Saralee Perel, can be reached at sperel@saraleeperel.com or via her website:www.saraleeperel.com

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>Infectious Laughter

A few weeks ago, I was in Montreal, Canada, enjoying a few days with my oldest son, his wife, and their 16 month old son, Joshua. The four of us drove one day to Quebec City and were exploring the Old Town, the fort and city that had been built hundreds of years ago on the Saint Lawrence River.

Joshua was just learning to walk, and I was shepherding him around the tourist-packed cobbled streets while his parents were in one of the shops. As is typical of children that age, he had decided he no longer wanted to hold my hand, demanding to explore freely without grandmotherly restraint. Suddenly, he realized that his mom and dad were not in sight. He began to get anxious. Just at that moment, my son appeared about 25 feet away. He knelt down and opened his arms wide as Joshua moved toward him. A look of delight spread over Joshua’s face and he began to chortle with an uninhibited belly laugh as he carefully balanced himself on the uneven cobblestones and made his way to his father. Nearly everyone on the narrow, crowded street stopped and watched this happy, giggling infant get swept into his daddy’s arms. Joshua’s own laughter infected the entire crowd, and they, too, began to laugh. Truly a contagious moment of light-hearted joy. The son reunited with the father, swept high into the air in those safe and loving arms, all panic gone, replaced with unhampered love and comfort and unrestrained laughter.

What a picture of heaven! Surely it is a place of delighted laughter, infectious joy, and thrilling reconciliations as we are met by the Son, swept into the arms of our Father, and discover the complete fullness of the Spirit. Fear disappears, heavy hearts find complete relief, and from our mouths flow words of praise and adoration.

It all makes me think that those moments of unrestrained laughter serve as doorways to the gracious presence of God. There have been movements around the world when “holy laughter” has taken over congregations. Someone finds himself or herself so infused with the joy of heaven that he or she starts laughing and can’t stop. The laughter leaps from person to person until all are consumed with joy.

I was worshipping with such a group one night. It was a five day retreat where all of us engaged in the disciplines of silence, study, fellowship, and worship on a set schedule each day. After the last worship service of each day, no words were spoken again until the next morning when we gathered again before breakfast. There the cantor would sing “O Lord, open my lips” and we would all respond with “And let me sing forth thy joy.”

This particular night, it was time to begin our final worship time and prepare for the silence to follow. Just before the opening words, someone got the “holy giggles.” Those giggles spread throughout the room. Each time the worship leaders thought things were calm enough to go forward, someone would start laughing again and the whole room would break up. This continued for about 30 minutes. We were simply taken up in the joyous presence of God that night.

Yes, these moments are foretastes of heaven. May we all experience them often!

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