Dear Man/Dear Woman: A Noteworthy Conversation … November 26th, 2016

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Dear Man Dear Woman

Woman: I’m pregnant.

 

Man: What do you mean?

 

Woman: You don’t know what pregnant is?

 

Man: Yes, I know what pregnant is, I just don’t know why you would think you’re pregnant.

 

Woman: I was told I was.

 

Man: It’s not possible.

 

Woman: What do you mean, it’s not possible?

 

Man: I mean, I’m engaged to you and I know that I haven’t had sex with you, so the possibility of you being pregnant is zilch.

 

Woman: Listen, and listen carefully. I would like you to listen even if you don’t believe what I’m saying. And listen with the mind that the last thing in the world I would want to do is lie to you.

 

Man: You’re creeping me out. What are you trying to say?

 

Woman: I’m trying to say that I have been visited.

 

Man: You’ve had another man?

 

Woman: No, of course not. We’re going to be married. I… Well, I don’t know. Do you believe in angels?

 

Man: Are you asking me if I believe in angels or if I think there really are angels? Because it’s a different answer.

 

Woman: Are you saying you believe in things you don’t think are real?

 

Man: Hell, yes. There are two kinds of belief. There’s the belief that if I put seed in the ground, it will grow and I’ve got a good chance of a harvest. Then there’s belief in angels, which I’ve never seen, have no evidence of and just decide to go along with because the God who makes the seed grow insists they are real.

 

Woman: That’s interesting. Because the God who makes that seed grow has placed a seed in me that’s growing.

 

Man: Woman, you’ve lost me.

 

Woman: I hope not. I hope you can just listen a little bit more and understand. Because even if I’m crazy and this is all in my brain and I am stark raving nuts, I’m going to need you to hang around and take care of me. But if what I’m telling you turns out to be real, I’m going to need you to hang around to be part of it.

 

Man: Cut to the chase. What are we talking about?

 

Woman: An angel has told me that God is placing a baby inside me who is going to be the Messiah.

 

Man: What? Why you?

 

Woman: Thank you very much for that vote of confidence. I don’t know why me. Maybe it’s because everybody else turned Him down. Or maybe He knew that I was willing to at least consider it was possible.

 

Man: Let me go over what I’m hearing. You’re telling me that an actual angel spoke to you, telling you that God was going to give you a baby even though you haven’t been with a man…

 

Woman: Apparently that’s important–the fact that it isn’t coming from one fellow. The baby isn’t coming from one nation, or this baby isn’t the actual “seed of David,” but instead is a child of all the Earth…

 

Man: But you see, that’s where you’re wrong. The prophecies say that the baby will come through the loins of the seed of David, birthed from a Jew. Why would God have all these men in the Old Testament and then suddenly turn to a woman to deliver His messenger?

 

Woman: Actually, he’s supposed to be called Jesus.

 

Man: I am so freaking disappointed in you. If you made a mistake and slept with someone…I don’t know. Maybe I could forgive you. But at least I would not feel insulted that you thought you could deceive me with this tale of angels.

 

Woman: I completely understand your point. I knew when I came to tell you the story, I had to be prepared for the fact that it’s so unbelievable that you would not be able to comprehend it. I don’t know why the angel didn’t tell us together… but I think God just got tired of men dominating women, and He decided to do something with a woman, minus the man.

 

Man: There’s no history of it.

 

Woman: There’s never been a Messiah before.

 

Man: So what am I supposed to do?

 

Woman: You’re supposed to listen to me–which you’ve done–and decide for yourself if I’m a cheater, a deceiver, crazy, or blessed.

 

Man: No man could do that. No man could sort through this mess.

 

Woman: Maybe you’ll need an angel, too…

 

Man: Well, until my angel shows up, let me tell you that loving someone is not something that comes quickly and goes away just as quickly. Standing here, I feel bruised, upset, cheated… but in love. I need my thoughts to myself. I don’t want to say something stupid and hurt you, but I also don’t want to say something silly and find out you’re laughing at me.

 

Woman: I understand all of that. Parts of it hurt. Parts of it are reassuring. But I know this–even if I’m crazy, it’s my crazy. And I can’t turn my back on it. I promised I would be willing to see it through.

 

Man: Maybe we should sleep on it.

 

Woman: Maybe we should.

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G-Poppers… May 15th, 2015

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G-Popper

G-Pop sat down to consider what he was going to say.

He was pretty sure that a son, grandson or granddaughter might be asking him his feelings on the “Deflategate-Tom Brady-New England Patriots” story.

He wanted to make sure he didn’t say something stupid or crass. Often the best way to avoid such rhetoric is to relate the incident to your own life instead of the lives of those who are presently on the public stage.

G-Pop thought about years earlier when he played tennis with his family around five times a week–his two sons, in their late teens, his wife and himself. Perfect for doubles. Even though his sons and his wife were good, G-Pop was stronger, faster and better.

But he remembered with a bit of shame that he would often call a ball out when he wasn’t truly sure it hit the line, or he would insist that one of his shots was in, and argue with his sons until they relented.

He told himself it “was just part of the game.” What do they call it? “Gamesmanship.” That’s it.

For you see, G-Pop had a history of winning, and he wanted to continue it, closing the door on anybody else to even have a chance to stand toe-to-toe.

As G-Pop thought about that time in his life, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was so childish–but he remembered that it made sense at the time.

It established his dominance

It proved his power.

But it also discouraged his sons from excelling, because even when they did, there was the threat that the playing field would not be fair.

A phrase came to G-Pop’s mind: “A higher truth.”

Yes, there is truth, but then there’s the higher truth, which has been levied on those who have been given great grace and ability.

That higher truth is simple:

When you are blessed, don’t blast everyone else in order to hold your blessing.

When you are blessed, compete instead of retreat.

Tom Brady is arguably one of the best quarterbacks of all time. This realization should institute confidence in his soul. Instead, it has made him afraid of losing.

G-Pop had to admit to Tom that he, too, was afraid of losing, and was willing to make marginal calls to maintain his supremacy with his family in the tennis matches.

Because of that, they probably grew up thinking to some degree that their dad was a cheater instead of a winner.

They also grew up never knowing exactly how close the contest might have been if all the calls had been fair.

There is a higher truth. It is demanded of those who have been given much…and from them much is expected.

 

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