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That Happen Right Before Joy Appears
1. I refuse to tolerate sadness for one more thought.
2. I realize I am in control of all things “me.”
3. I ignore the obstacles constructed by the competition.
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May you find a way to keep yourself out of situations where you feel forced to perform like a trick pony or forced to complete the inventory without any joy.
May you laugh at the idea of constantly being encompassed by an agenda, especially when finishing the task brings no sense of celebration.
Realize that those who are supposedly out to get you usually end up getting themselves.
And certainly, stop feeling forced to pray, to fulfill some sort of pious quota with God, or forced to believe so those around you can confirm that you’re part of the faithful.
Since working is the lot of those in the human family, find a reason to do it with humor and joy instead of being forced to climb out of your bed and trudge to the mines.
And most of all:
My hope for you, each and every one, is:
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There are matters that are too important to ignore or leave to chance. These are salient moments.
Bring your own joy or bring your own bitching.
It’s really that simple.
There are a chosen few who have discovered the secret to life in knowing that it is essential to show up with your own joy if you expect to have joy for lunch and dinner.
It is not provided.
The American freeway system will not roll out joy for you on your way to work. Your job is not necessarily geared to your happiness. Certainly your children and family have so many pursuits that they don’t have time to plan a special dish of “giddy” for you.
And the entertainment industry in this country…Well, let’s just say they seem to enjoy themselves.
If you don’t bring your own joy you will fall prey to succumbing to the overpowering nastiness of those who bring bitching.
Just in case you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ll give you some examples of those who show up bitching. Here are a handful of the statements they make:
1. “I’m not a morning person.”
2. “I didn’t sleep well (again).”
3. “I don’t talk until I’ve had my coffee…”
4. “Those drivers are crazy.”
5. “My kids are good…just presently screwed up.”
6. “What’s with Trump?”
7. “America is getting great again.”
8. “I’m not prejudiced, but…”
9. “I think I have cancer.”
10. “The world is so evil…”
11. “The polar ice caps are melting.”
12. “I love my dog more than people.”
Brace yourself.
This onslaught of negativity will come at you without remedy. There is no cure. These people have already decided that bitching IS their joy. Therefore, they are only comfortable around fellow-bitchers.
They even want you to change the term from “bitching” to “complaining.” (It just sounds a little better. And of course, we all know that life is all about how it sounds. NOT.)
So here is your salient moment:
BYOJ (Bring Your Own Joy) or BYOB (Bring Your Own Bitching)
It is a daily conflict which faces each and every one of us, and determines the quality of our souls and often reflects the healthiness of our bodies.
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Sunday morning, bright and early, I headed off with my buddy, Janet, to St. Timothy Lutheran Church in Melbourne (even though the words “bright and early” should never appear in the same sentence.)
Over the years, Ms. Clazzy and I have learned a very important lesson: those who have gathered in a church are not there to see us, no matter how much we’ve been advertised. And they’re not necessarily there to learn about God, either.
They are accustomed to gathering. It is a tradition. Each one has his or her reasons for being there–ranging from preparing the coffee to loving the organ music, to appreciating communion, to getting stuck with usher duty.
So it is ridiculous for the two of us to think that we will come in and move mountains, or even rearrange dirt piles. Our job is simple–and made easier by the kindness of those who assisted us with our equipment and by the tender spirit of Pastor Blaine Johnson.
We are to be grateful for those who’ve attended, encourage what we see that’s positive, and gently address what’s missing.
Without the initial burst of gratitude for what is available, you immediately becomes the eternal brat who is never satisfied unless you get your own way.
Do I wish there were more people at St. Timothy Lutheran Church? I don’t give it a second thought, since there aren’t.
Do I wish I was going to larger churches than St. Timothy Lutheran Church? I don’t give it a second thought, because I’m not.
I am grateful for all the souls before me.
Then there are things that come out which are delightful and positive. There are people who greet you even though they have never seen you before. There is a sense of organization that lends itself to progress instead of chaos. Opportunities.
Yet in the midst of Jan and myself being grateful and reveling in the positives set before us, some missing spaces are obvious. Shall we refer to these as an absence of the presence?
Just quietly ask the question, what’s missing?–and then allow the Spirit of God to offer suggestions.
So while grateful for the congregated and my celebration of the positives, I talked to them about passion–the ability for the heart to stimulate praise instead of relying on the memory.
Did we make progress? Will next Sunday’s service at St. Timothy reflect any of the energy of the visitation?
It’s a foolish question; irrelevant.
Because the good news is that Pastor Blaine and the fine folks of St. Timothy found it in their hearts to invite us to come and share our talents.
And the better news is that God, in His infinite wisdom, leaves it up to each individual soul to determine what he or she will do with what has been seen and heard.
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How you treat me
I can’t predict
How I treat you
Is in my power
Waiting for your appreciation
Stalls my progress
Giving forth your portion
Cleans my conscience
Do I want to be powerful
Or find solace in generosity?
Is there any victory in your defeat
Or just a hollow chest thump?
Where did we go wrong?
How does winning become joy
If losing destroys my warmth
Leaving me cold and vacant?
We don’t need to be friends
To cease the gnawing strife
Agreement may escape our grasp
But sweet Spirit grants space
Everything doesn’t need to be right
To chase the wrong away
Just a respect for one another
Manifested each and every day
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G-Poppers … December 1st, 2017
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Many years ago, G-Pop suggested to his children that they celebrate December 1st as “Life With Style New Year”–not that there was anything particularly wrong with a January 1st startup on the calendar.
But because Christmas is such a special season, it just seemed natural to G-Pop that the year should commence with Yuletide sentiments.
It is a simple celebration–a time to welcome the Prince of Peace to a world that’s not very peaceful; to smile on a baby born in a manger to a planet that has somewhat forgotten the total safety of children; and to acknowledge once again that we are heart, soul, mind and body people, and each part of us needs to hum at a sweet vibration in order for our entire beings to be satisfied.
The heart needs joy.
The soul needs humility.
The mind needs creativity.
And the body needs temperance.
Even though sadness will come into our emotions, we become mature when we understand that our weeping needs to cease, allowing a new morning of joy to dawn.
Although we may feel greatly spiritually blessed by God’s love, we all must humbly remember how it is grace that covers our multitude of sins.
And merely using the mind to recollect instead of expanding ourselves with new ideas is a waste of good brain power.
And of course, the body should have license for nourishment and pleasure–as long as we don’t do too much.
December 1st is a day to rejoice in the birth of possibilities, the nurturing of peace and the joy that we humbly and creatively practice in temperance.
So from G-Pop and his family: Happy Life With Style New Year.
May the Christmas Season bring you all the wonderment it was intended to give.
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