Father’s day 2016
I just rambled on about what reality of life here in Denver helping my friend with his house renovation with the home from Hades, and figured, “even I don’t’ want to hear about it.” So I went to get a coffee at starbucks at 6 am, and was politely told, “Sorry, we aren’t open…come back at 7 am, or walk to the next one up the street.”
So I did, as I figured, what else can go goofy with everything in my life. The Mrs. is in Swiss, a bit pissed. The house from Hades might me some test from god to see if how I handle adversity and not getting angry. The coffee story? I had no idea, so I just kept walking and saying the morning prayers.
It was when I got to the shop and sat down that perhaps the odd reason for nothing making sense this morning came through with a man wandering along in the parking lot. Denver and most us cities are filled with homeless people, of which, I wonder how many of them are making a career out of it, refining their trade and tools, use of props with dogs, to sit there and make money.
I don’t have a problem helping someone, but there are people that really need it. I guess it is ironic, as I am sitting in a space where there so much available, so many choices, a plethora of “stuff.” More stuff than any human actually needs. So what is the lunacy of America – we want more stuff – for the sake of “MORE STUFF!”
The man walked up and wished me a happy fathers day, asked me if I had kids and started to tell me his life story. I figure half of it might be real, and in this particular case, rick has lived a very odd and interesting life. What struck me as odd was his Star of David tattoo, and then what appeared to be a family crest from Europe.
“Wow that coffee looks delicious”
“Sure, I would love one.”
There are people in life, and in the bible it says, “sometimes you are unwittingly entertaining angels.” With religion, I think you learn about god experientially. While the preaching and sitting in the church is good, learning the rules. It is by living life out in the street that the reality of religion is lived. There are so many differently moments and experiences I have had with people around the planet, that have made for a rich and almost beyond belief story of how god works. “Is that man crazy? Sane? Normal? A genius?”
Ok, rick is making me smile today, as he is cutting through all the clutter of stuff as if with a laser beam. There are a myriad of peacocks strutting around. What is a peacock? Well…think of a well to do person, with a very highly developed self-image of himself or herself wearing and carrying the right stuff and for some reason, the French bulldog seems to be the dog of “fashion” this year.
So that is the diversity of my life, played out in front of my vision right now. You have the world of much, people with much, and then you have rick the guy with a star of David tattoo, and what is the family crest form Europe just walking around, he isn’t asking for money, he just wants someone to talk to, to be acknowledged as human.
We all crave this attention and love. Yet, the only source I met that can give it, is a being that I call god, others might call the creator…through whatever religious belief, they all point to a higher entity beyond our current reality with our human form. God the creator is the only entity that gives unconditional love to us, yet, we as humans like to blame God for all the worlds misfortunes, insane moments, wars, pestilence and anything else we don’t like that interrupts our pursuit of “more stuff.”
That is the irony, there is enough on the planet for everyone, yet, for whatever reason or rationale of the human condition, we fall into a trap, be it with pride, ego,
Here is how church has been today…it was one man, I am not sure if he was crazy, homeless, a bum, or perhaps an angel. I learned more from him in a few moments with my coffee than I would going to the Greek cathedral with all the amazing mosaics and beautiful icons.
It is times like this that you have to ask, “God, what exactly is it you want me to learn from this and you get an answer, but it is not inside the logic of your mind, but rather inside the depths of your heart.”
Who knows, I might end up like rick. But how many people ask the question, “What is more important to you, money or time?”
That was ricks question…everyone else runs in and out of the starbucks at breakneck speed to get their coffee and live out the plans of their day, each moment scheduled, planned and “in control.” For this fathers day.
So for each father out there, be they rich, poor of homeless, or part angel – happy fathers day. this concludes the sermon from the “church of rick.”