Life on Repeat

It can sometimes feel like life is on repeat. We see the same lessons replaying in our life, sometimes with different people or slightly different circumstances. It all seems too familiar, like we’ve been there before, and perhaps we have. It’s easy to chalk it all up to coincidence or even some divine punishment, as if we were paying some penance for a long forgotten sin whose debt has long since been repaid.

We tell ourselves that we know, that we understand, and that we will be different the next time we are presented with a given set of circumstances. But, will we really be that different? Will we stop and remember all the times we’ve turned our backs? We like to tell ourselves we will, and perhaps God or the universe presents us with these opportunities, not as a test or punishment, but as a chance at self-redemption. Perhaps we are given these opportunities, not to gain God’s love, because that love as already been there, but to show ourselves that yes, we can be different. We can be compassionate. We can be understanding. We can show love. We can be our better selves. We can be these things and are these things at all times, no matter how we judge ourselves and others.

There are no perfect set of circumstances where the peace of the world will show itself. It’s up to us to make it happen. We make it happen in our daily lives, through our interactions with each other, through compassion and understanding, one moment at a time.




In 2008 I had a vision during the invasion of Georgia by Russia. In it I saw an ambulance carrying wounded being attacked and destroyed by a rocket propelled grenade as a soldier attacked an ambulance. After seeing this, the next morning, I immediately searched the internet for any news I could find on such an event. I could find nothing, but till this day the image is clear as day as well as the emotion that came with it.

All these years I have shared this with only one other person. At the time I was weary of why I would see such a thing. Every day we are witnesses to events, many of them abhorrent and gruesome. But for those things that we see before us, we must act.

It is not enough to know that it is wrong in our heart. We are not only all witnesses to each other, but we are also caretakers. We see things everyday and we bite our tongues. We shake our heads in disgust. We tell ourselves that if it were us we would do different, and we can do different. We can be different by helping, by speaking up, by giving support and by doing a multitude of things other than just watching. We can communicate in order to understand our differences. We can help someone instead of judging them. We can aide those who suffer instead of watching them from the sidelines.

It doesn’t take much, because if we all do it, if we all cared just a little bit, we would remind ourselves that even in what seems like a chaotic world, everything will be okay. Humanity is not lost. It is just forgotten.


Compassionate Truth

It’s not enough to speak the truth. The truth spoken, or unspoken does not need saving. It stands on it’s own. And though we may feel righteous in our dealings with the truth and how we choose to convey it, it does not go unnoticed.

Being right for the sake of being right is a meaningless feat. Pointing out the truth, when it is blatantly obvious or subtly so makes no difference. What matters is the compassion through which we convey God’s love. In conveying His love, we speak the truth and our tongues know no difference. When our heart speaks, there is no need to look back on our words, to wonder whether what we’ve said, or what we’ve written is just or not, for it is so.


Sacrificial Love

There is no qualifier that can explain unconditional love. Some say love is sacrificial, that in order to love, one must sacrifice. To sacrifice however, suggests one must give something up, that one must balance one outcome over another outcome. If love is love, is it not so, regardless of outcome. If one must measure the money lost, or the time given as a means of love, then perhaps it was not a love given freely. Love without bounds, knows no sacrifice too great or too little. It knows no time, and has no constraints. It is given freely and accepted freely.


Created with Love

We are created with love. It is a hope that we live a life full of love, and a pass from this life, loved for all that we were and will be.

Love is universal and all encompassing and yet it is feared. It is a misunderstood. Since the dawn of man’s existence, he has committed crimes against humanity in the name of love. Man has taken life, and has waged war all in the guise of love, but it is not the love of God, or the selfless love of another, that drives one to unconscionable acts. It is the love of greed, the love of ego, the love of self and of power, absolute, that drives one to warp and pervert the innocent.

Buried by pain, anguish and a perceived sense of loss, the thing we seem to fear the most, is what we need above all. We are loved and it is okay to remember. We are wanted and it is okay to smile. We are remembered and it is okay to laugh.


The Sick

Mother TeresaThe sick are not a burden upon us, but a reminder of our humanity. They remind us of compassion, a compassion that is often lost in a world of billions of individuals but seemingly disconnected individuals. Trapped in our own sense of self, it is often easier for us to disconnect, to wash our hands of others and the world around us.

We seek an escape. We do it through our work, television and through the many mindless distractions that fill our lives. And yet none of those things brings us back to a grounded reality in who we really are as people. In a world of many distractions, it is easy to isolate our emotions and even our spirit from the things that truly matter to us. If not for ourselves, we must take notice at those around us. Let us take notice of our family, our friends and even the strangers who come through our lives.

Suffering is all about us, and many do it alone. There are many brave faces, and many more aching hearts. Through compassion. Through loving comfort, through prayer, and even through a smile, the burdens that seem unbearable become feathers on our backs.


Love is Like an Acorn

Acorns on the GroundLove is like an acorn. Many acorns drop to the ground from high up above. Some are buried. Some are taken by squirrels and other critters as sustenance. Others still fall onto infertile soil.

Every once in a while a great fire comes and ravages the entire forest. Nothing is quite the same. Charred tree tops and a blackened expanse are left in its wake. There is devastation. But under all that smoldering, and in the midst of all that seems hopeless, what was destructive has actually brought life and rejuvenation.

The fire in all its destruction has allowed some acorns to crack open and for seeds to be planted. And from these seeds, mighty oaks will grow. Into the sky like majestic reminders, they breathe life, and restore the beauty that was always there, the beauty that was never lost.


Rescue Helicopter

Rescue HelicopterToday I saw a fire rescue helicopter land from my office. When the rotors stopped and the wind stopped blowing, nurses came with a gurney to transfer a patient from the helicopter to the hospital. It was only a few yards. The person who came out was a mere four feet, if that, accompanied by what could only be the child’s mother.

What struck me more than the sight of the child and the thought of what might have happened to him, was the sight of the pilot. As everything came to a calm, and all who was left on the helipad was the pilot, there was an awareness, an awareness of the graveness of the situation. The pilot did a quick inspection of the helicopter, simply walking around it and giving it a once over, but his eyes told more.

It was not that it was routine, as I’m sure it was, but his stare was dead. A dead stare into the barely visible downtown skyline said it all. None of what was in front of him mattered. A mother, shell shocked, or perhaps just being strong for her child, was stone faced, and nurses who probably see more in a single day than most can handle, kept the child and mother calm. The gravity of life weighed on him. Only a few feet from the edge, his hands firmly in his pockets, he has not moved. Life goes on on the streets below him. Cars scurry about. People’s lives continue. All of it is masked by the smog that fills the air. None of it seems to matter.


Life’s Too Short

Whether you believe there is a life after this life or not, the fact that this life is short is a certainty. In fact some use this as their mantra for all that they do in this life. “This life is short, so why not?,” or “Life’s too short, so let’s do…” Fill in the blank. No one denies that we should not let the worries of this life weigh us down, but the fact that life is short is not an excuse to not care.

It is not an excuse to harm, disparage or walk over others. It is not a license to run life rough shot over the lives of others. We affect each other. Whether we are family or strangers to each other, or whether we are separated by oceans, borders or even by generations, the things we do affect each other. Reality is not all that we see and it is certainly more than we often choose to see.

These things may not make a person care any more than perhaps they should, but it should make one question. What am I running from? What am I hiding? Why do I fear? There is no rush to death. There is no rush to happiness. There is no rush to love for you are already there. You have never left. Stop hiding. Stop running. Stop fearing. Life’s too short.


Rise Up!

Man would hijack the name of God and claim it as their own. God/Allah is called by many names and yet He has no name. To call on God is not to utter a sound with one’s mouth, but to speak from a loving and just heart.

None of man’s laws can ever prevent one from seeking and accepting God’s love, for His love can never be shackled. His love can never be bound whether by leather bindings or man’s laws.

Do not descend into the fear others have made for themselves. Rise up. Rise up!

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