At the End of Your Rope

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There’s a cliche that goes something like this: when you’re at the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. Apparently, according to various internet sources, this quote has been attributed to Franklin D. Roosevelt, Thomas Jefferson, and Abraham Lincoln. I’m a little skeptical about any of those actually having said that.

There is some truth to that. If it were me, I’d probably phrase it like this: when you come to the end of you, you come to the beginning of God and His mercies.

When you come to the point when you realize that you bring nothing to the table, that you really are poor in spirit (as the first Beatitude states), and that you don’t have it in you, then you can declare your declaration of dependence on God and find out how strong He really is.

There’s another cliche that may be overused but only because it’s true: you never know how much you have in God until He’s all that you have. Or something like that.

I think sometimes, God deliberately brings us to places where we are grossly inadequate to show how sufficient He really is. The whole notion of God never giving us more than we can handle? I don’t buy it. I think if God never gave us more than we could manage, we’d always maintain the illusion of self-sufficiency. And by the way, the verse doesn’t say God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. It says He never allows us to be tempted beyond what we’re able to bear. There’s a difference.

But once you’re at the end of your proverbial rope, you do find that it’s a good place to be because it’s there that you really and truly see God. It’s when you can find out how strong He is to save those who cry out in desperation to Him day and night. Especially if you’re one of those ones crying out.

I personally would rather be able to read someone else’s sob story and be able to say, “Lesson learned.” But if I’m honest, I know that some lessons are best learned in the dark and hard places and some of the sweetest experiences with God only come out of trials and tribulations.

 

O Captain! My Captain! Part II

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I’m currently watching Dead Poets Society, featuring the late Robin Williams. It’s one of my favorites but I hadn’t seen it in a very long time. I don’t have a good reason for that. I’m just stating a fact.

In it, Robin Williams references a poem by Walt Whitman written in honor of the late Abraham Lincoln just after his assasination. It seems very fitting in tribute to Mr. Williams now.

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.”

Father Abraham, the Hokey Pokey, and Other Randomness

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I have to confess something. When I was growing up, I thought the song “Father Abraham” (as in “Father Abraham had many sons, many sons had Father Abraham”) was about Abraham Lincoln. I was confused. And apparently not the brightest bulb in the lamp. Did Abraham Lincoln have many sons? Am I one of them? And what does waving my arms around have to do with anything? Am I supposed to be excited about the Emancipation Proclamation? Or Abe’s gnarly beard? Needless to say, the truth set me free . . . from a lot of confusion.

Also, the Hokey Pokey is a mystery to me. I’ve always wondered. Is the Hokey Pokey REALLY what it’s all about? ‘Cause it seems to be to be a bit indecisive and wishy-washy. Put your right arm in. . .no. . .wait. . .put your right arm out. . .no. . . wait. . .shake it all about. Seriously! Make up your mind! My arm’s gettin’ tired here! And another thing. What exactly is the part where you “do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around?” I never got that part clear. Is the Hokey Pokey turning your self around? Or is it some vague waving your hands around in the air while you’re in the process of turning?

Yes, I do obsess over very trivial and random things. I am odd. I’ll admit that, though I prefer the term “quirky.” Or “eccentric.” Heck, I’m not picky. I am completely normal, or at least that’s what the voices in my head told me.