Monday, December 31, 2007

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

THE HYMN OF LOVE

I Corinthians 13

This greatest of all Bible chapters on love is a grand generalization that can be applied to situations of romantic love, family love, love of friends, love of God, and love of self.

Most of the assertions are denials: the via negativa, what love is not.

            Comparisons:

v    Love is not as important as speaking in tongues

v    Love is not as important as the gift of prophecy

v    Love is not as important as knowledge

v    Love is not as important generosity

v    Love is not as important as self-sacrifice

            Character traits:

v    Love does not envy

v    Love does not boast

v    Love in not proud

v    Love is not rude

v    Love is not self-seeking

v    Love is not easily angered

v    Love keeps no record of wrongs

v    Love does not delight in evil

Positive assertions of love:

v    Love is patient

v    Love is kind

v    Love always protects

v    Love always trusts

v    Love always hopes

v    Love always perseveres

v    Love never fails

v    Love is greater than faith and hope

 

 

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Happiness and Money

The Science of Happiness

            Experimental psychologists investigating the possibility of happiness have uncovered the futility of pinning our hopes on any good fortune that comes our way. We tend to adjust our attitude when fortune shines down on us, quickly returning to our usual level of happiness. A study of lottery winners showed that sudden wealth had no lasting effect on happiness. Months after their stroke of luck lottery winners were no happier than nonwinners.

            For many people, sudden money can cause disaster. In our culture, there is a widely held belief that money solves problems. People think if they had more money, their troubles would be over. When a family receives unexpected money, they frequently learn that money can cause as many problems as it solves.

            Bud Post won $16 million in the Pennsylvania lottery, but now lives on his Social Security check. His girlfriend successfully sued him for a share of his winnings. A brother tried to kill him for his money. Other siblings convinced him to contribute to losing business ventures. Bud spent time in jail for firing a gun at a bill collector. Within a year, he was $1 million in debt. (Advice to parents: If you want a wealthy son don’t name him Bud.)

            Soon after winning $1 million in a lottery, Charles Riddle was divorced, faced several lawsuits and was indicted for selling cocaine. Julie Lee won $18 million. Her generosity to politicians, educators and community organizations contributed to her downfall. Eight years after winning the lottery, Lee had only $700 left. Willie Hurt won $3.1 million. Within two years, he had spent his fortune on crack cocaine.  A Southeastern family won $4.2 million. They bought a huge house and lost the rest of the money helping family members pay off debts.

            Lottery winners affirm the belief regarding the distribution of wealth. According to folk legend, if all the money in the treasury was divided evenly amongst all US citizens within a year the previously wealthy would once again possess most of the money.

            The same situation seems to hold true for happiness. Psychological studies indicate that just as we seem to have a set point for wealth, we also have a set point for happiness. Through controlled experiments, psychologist Sonja Lyubomirsky, PhD has explored ways to beat the genetic set point for happiness.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Happiness or Joy?

Happiness Depends on Happenings

            Pretend you paid cash for your favorite vehicle—a Mercedes perhaps, or a Dodge Viper or maybe you favor a Silverado.  You included every accessory you ever imagined--leather seats, the best sound system and a GPS. Hopping into your bright new car brings delightful happiness.

            As you are driving out of the dealership, an out-of-control garbage truck crushes into the left side of your car, spilling smelly trash all over your shining exterior. Suddenly you are shocked, angry and decidedly unhappy. In a nanosecond, your mood changes from elation to dejection.

            This thought experiment tells us that happiness depends on happenings. When your life glides on silky waters as smoothly as a sailboat in a soft, summer breeze, you radiate happiness. When your life resembles a busted flush, you exude unhappiness.

            Joy transcends happiness. Steady and certain, joy comes from the confident assurance that God loves us and seeks to help us act according to his good purpose. While happiness depends on happenings, joy depends on the conviction that God strengthens us in our weaknesses even though his presence remains unseen.

            Now comes the part that is hard to understand. Joy comes only with personal surrender. We can never have joy when we put ourselves first. Selfish ambition and vain conceit steal our joy. 

            A great paradox presents itself when we seek joy. Joy’s victory comes from surrendering our self-will to a higher power. The very self-centeredness that makes us need to surrender our conceit to God causes our inability to submit. If we are unable to turn our lives over to God, what can we do? We ask God for help. When we seek God’s assistance, he lends us some of his wisdom; he puts a little of his love into us.

            How does God love? I suspect he loves sacrificially. When we take time to listen, to help and to encourage others, we love like God. When give our prayers, our gifts, our presence and our service for the betterment of others we love like God. How does God think? I suppose he considers the eternal more important than the temporary. When we think like God we endure adversity without bitterness and abide prosperity without conceit. Thinking and loving like God gives us joy.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Life is More Than Living

The Tithonus Myth: Life is More than Living

            Rosy-fingered Aurora, The Goddess of the Dawn, fell in love with Tithonus a handsome mortal destined to die. Aurora begged Zeus to grant her lover immortality, but she forgot to ask that Tithonus remain forever young. Zeus made Tithonus immortal, but did not give him eternal youth. Tithonus lived year upon ceaseless year as battering days wrecked siege upon him. His mind gone with the strength of his body, he babbled endlessly. Finally, Zeus, taking pity on this dried husk of a man, turned Tithonus into a locust. If one listens carefully on the warm nights in summer pastures, Tithonus can be heard chirruping ceaselessly these words: Live lively, live lively, live lively.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

LESSONS FROM NATURE

Life is Like the Pecos River

            The Pecos River crosses the western portion of Texas, from north to south, without a tributary.  Entering into a broad plain as it passes from New Mexico into Texas, this wild river descends into an inaccessible canyon as it approaches the Rio Grande.  As the Pecos cuts its way through immense limestone cliffs, the last 60 miles of whitewater provide one of the few remaining wilderness-paddling adventures that can be enjoyed in North America.

            At Del Rio my daughter and I strapped our canoes on top of our SUV and drove west on Highway 90, turning north on Ranch Road 1024.  The stark and desolate land flattened as we penetrated the heart of Val Verde County dotted with yucca, sage, and cedars.  We turned west toward Pandale onto an unpaved single-lane road.  The brilliant sun reflecting off the caliche plain seemed to pale the blue sky as a fine dust billowed behind our rattling SUV.

            We knew we had reached Pandale when we saw the sign.  There were no houses, no stores, no people—just a sign reading, “Pandale:  Population varies.”  A few yards past the sign we came to a low-water bridge spanning the clear, shallow water of the Pecos cutting an asymmetric path toward low-lying limestone bluffs. 

            After we placed our gear-loaded canoes in the water, our ears filled with silence.  No traffic noises.  No cellular phones.  No radio or television.  We were twenty miles from the nearest ranch house.  If struck by misadventure, our rescue would depend on our ability to walk out of the deep gorge we were about to penetrate in our insubstantial canoes.

            The next five days were filled with incomparable adventure—thrills and spills in treacherous white-water alternating with peaceful paddling in placid pools.  We never saw another person—or a snake.  We showered under waterfalls and camped in meadows of knee high grass.  We hiked to caves and saw some of the oldest archeological deposits and rock art in North America.  The second day we faced a fierce wind that, despite hard paddling, drove us backward.

            Sometimes we had to haul our canoes through energy-sucking muddy shallows. We fought through white water.  Twice we roped our canoes together and towed them past precarious boulders. As we approached our destination sixty miles down stream, the waterway widened into a reservoir created by Amistad Dam at the confluence of the Pecos, Rio Grande, and Devil rivers. The tranquil water gave little hint of the adventure we left behind.

CONCEPTS TO CONSIDER:

  1. How can we see the beauty around us when we are mired by muck and mud?
  2. Like a soaring eagle taking in the full panorama of the Pecos River, would a “bird’s eye view” of your life make the troubled waters you encounter become more bearable?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

MOUNTAIN LESSONS

Following Life’s Cairnes

            At 2:00 AM, we were on the trailhead. A fine mist fell as we slipped on our packs and adjusted our headlamps. Soon we heard nothing but the slosh of our boots on the muddy trail. At dawn, we emerged out of the forest onto a vast meadow resplendent with hip-high grass and mountain flowers.  In the distance, we could see the first of two waterfalls.  A thick fog obscured our view of El Diente, one of Colorado’s most challenging 14,000-foot peaks. Reaching the upper falls, we began to engage wretched rocks—scree from El Diente’s cliffs.  We found a faint trail among chest-high bushes going straight up the west side of the upper waterfall. Above tree line, the trail disappeared in an immense scree slope.

            Traversing upward through the massive scree field, our trail was marked only be Cairns—a mound of stones erected to show climbers the way.  Occasionally, unable to see the next Cairn, we would have to explore the scree until the marker appeared.  Once, after traversing a snow-filled ravine, we lost the Cairns and had to double-back.  Our way became steeper and steeper, until we reached the foot of a gap in El Diente’s East Ridge line.  No Cairns.

            Just as we were about to turn back, angels arrived in the form of Tyle Smith and four other experienced mountaineers. When Tyle introduced himself, we couldn’t believe we were shaking hands with a living legend, a climber we had read about in the mountaineering books. In 1990, Tyle had climbed all 54 of Colorado’s 14,000-foot peaks in an astonishing 16 days, 21 hours, 25 minutes.

            With Tyle guiding us, we climbed a steep gully strewn with massive boulders.  After great effort, we reached the ridgeline with bottomless drops on either side.  We traversed cautiously along the ridgeline. Keeping our eyes focused on the next handhold, we avoided looking down…or back. About fifty yards from the summit, we came to vertical rock. On the south face, a treacherous 6-inch ledge with small, widely spaced hand holds frightened us. On the north face, a 5-foot wide, gently sloping ledge looked much easier. Tyle warned us away from the “easy” ledge, “It’s covered with a thin layer of ice.”  A step on the icy ledge would have plunged us into the foggy abyss.

            The summit appeared abruptly. We celebrated for about thirty seconds, then, with the weather threatening, began our careful descent. During our trip down the mountain, through the scree fields, into the huge basin surrounded by towering peaks, along the paths adjacent to the waterfalls, over the meadow, across the creek and into the alpine forest we were reminded of God’s majesty and his loving guidance.

CONCEPTS TO CONSIDER:

  1. Have you ever felt that God has sent special angels to help you?
  2. The experience on the icy ledge brings to mind the admonition: Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road is easy that leads to destruction, and there are many who take it, but the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life, and there are few who find it. (Matthew 7: 13-14). Have you ever regretted taking the easy road when the “narrow ledge” would have been better?
  3. Have you considered the “Cairns” that God has used to mark your life’s path?
  4. What traits cause us to lose our way?
  5. What problems arise when we look down…or back?

 

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

THE UNTOLD STORY OF CHRISTMAS

After the birth of Jesus, Herod sent soldiers to Bethlehem to kill all male children under the age of two. Joseph, Mary, and the infant Jesus fled to sanctuary in Egypt, generating a lovely legend.

            Pursued by Herod’s murderous soldiers, the Holy family took refuge in a cave. The night was cold. A hoar frost covered the ground. A spider, seeing the shivering baby Jesus, spun a closely-knit web across the cave entrance. The ice-covered web stretching across the entrance convinced the pursuing soldiers that the cave was empty. Story tellers say that the glittering tinsel streamers that some of us place on Christmas trees represent the ice-covered spider’s web that protected the baby Jesus from Herod’s bloodthirsty soldiers.

A Thousand Year summary

            The return from Babylonian exile closes the pages on the Hebrew Bible. The New Testament begins four hundred years later. The four centuries between the Old and New Testaments explain Herod’s paranoia. His attempt for retribution goes back to Solomon’s time. To make a thousand year story more palatable, a few embellishments endeavor to brighten the narrative and a cavalier style aims to improve interest.             

            ALEXANDER’S GREAT GENETICS. Some guys have all the luck. Alexander the Great was born with beauty, brains, and bravado. Alexander’s father, the Macedonian King Phillip II, gave him training in military tactics. He won a sword fighting scholarship to Athens University where he studied under Aristotle, who had been mentored by Plato, a student of Socrates. He also got Bucephalus, the best horse in the barn. Soon legends about his exploits began to appear. One of finest involved Alexander and the Gordian knot. It was said that the man who could untie the knot would rule the world. Alexander didn’t bother with esoteric solutions. He drew his sword and with one mighty blow slashed the rope in half. Soon Greek culture dominated the world.

            Another legend says that when Alexander discovered he had no more worlds to conquer, he wept. After drying his eyes, he mysteriously died. Some say he was poisoned; others contend that he drank himself to death. When legend and truth are in conflict, print the legend. Poisoned reads a lot better.

            Alexander’s death threw the dynasty into turmoil. Even before the pallbearers were picked, his buddies drew straws over who would be King of the World. Antigonus drew Asia Minor; Ptolemy got Egypt; and Seleucus chose Babylon-Mesopotamia.

            ROME BUILDS AN EMPIRE. While the Greeks were drawing straws, the Romans were building a house of bricks. Conflicts with Cartage taught the Romans that fighting could be profitable. Defeating Hannibal enabled them to possess ski property in the Alps and gave them enough elephants to dominate the circus market. After acquiring the best beach property in France and all the condos west of Italy, the empire builder, Julius Caesar, pursued his chief rival, Pompey, into Egypt. Caesar dispatched Pompey. While investing in Egyptian pyramids, Caesar fell under Cleopatra’s spell. But before she could let the snake out of her bag, he returned to Rome. (Caesar’s famous line—“I came, I saw, I conquered”—referred to Gaul, not Cleopatra). On the Ides of March (March 15) in 44 BC, the knives of Brutus and the Brutes made Caesar wish he had spent more time counting shekels with Cleopatra.

            MOVIE MATERIAL. When Julius Caesar died, Octavian and Mark Anthony controlled the empire. After they defeated the Brutus Brutes, Anthony decided to cruise the Nile with Cleopatra. Distracted by Cleopatra’s décolletage, Anthony became an easy prey for his ex-friend Octavian. Finding Anthony dead, Cleopatra committed suicide by Asp so people could make movies about their love affair. Wanting to be in movies himself, Octavian changed his name to one with more marquee appeal—Augustus.           

            MEANWHILE BACK ON THE RANCH. A few decades earlier, the vilest of all villains, Antiochus IV a Greek descendant of the straw-drawing Seleucus, had been creating a desert storm in Mesopotamia. Antiochus IV had two great enemies, the Romans and the Jews. He infuriated the Romans by favoring Greek culture. Advocating Greek culture when Rome is in power is not a smart thing to do. The Romans chased him all over the Mesopotamian desert. He finally retreated to Palestine where he began reading the Desert Times best selling book, When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do. Between chapters, he waxed his mustache and tormented the Jews.           

            Antiochus IV required Jews to offer Pagan sacrifices. He forbade the observance of the Sabbath, disallowed reading the Mosaic Law, and tortured those who followed Jewish tradition. He build an altar dedicated to Zeus in the Jerusalem Temple where he sacrificed swine (the “Abomination of Desolation” mentioned in the Book of Daniel).

            Whenever a villain does dastardly deeds, the hero soon appears. The hero’s father, Mattathias, killed a royal official who was demanding that the Jews offer pagan sacrifices. Mattathias and his five sons fled into the wilderness sparking a revolt. After Mattathias died, leadership fell to his son, Judah.

            NAME THAT REVOLT. The names get a little confusing here. Because Judah’s nickname was Maccabee—Aramaic for “hammer,” the revolt lead by him is known as the Maccabean Revolt. Yet, because Judah came from the Hasmonean tribe, the revolt is sometimes called the Hasmonean Revolt. No matter what name is used, Judah and his brothers hammered the Seleucids. In December 164 BC, Judah recaptured the Jerusalem temple, dismantled the pagan altar, and cleansed the temple.

            IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS. Hanukkah, an eight-day festival that commemorates the cleansing and rededication of the temple following the Maccabean victory, is the only Jewish festival not specified in the Hebrew Bible. Jewish tradition recounts that when the Temple was rededicated the priests could only find enough oil to keep the sacred candelabra (called the Menorah) burning for one day. Miraculously, however, it lasted for eight days. Hanukkah also called the Feast of Lights begins on the 25th day of Kislev (December) and, like Christmas, involves gift-giving, lighting candles, praying, and playing games.

            HEROD RETURNS. The Hasmonean Revolt leads us back to Herod the Great. In 37 BC, the Roman Senate with the approval of Mark Anthony (before he died) and Octavian (before he changed his name) appointed Herod as King of the Jews and gave him rule over Judea, Galilee, and Samaria.

            Herod was an Edomite. The Jews considered him a half-breed, unfit to rule. To secure his throne, Herod married a descendant of Judah Maccabee, a Hasmonean princess, Mariamne. But the Jews still didn’t like him.

            Herod tried another tactic to win friends and influence Jews. He started a huge building campaign. He built a new palace in Jerusalem and added a theater, hippodrome, and stadium to the city. He built a magnificent port facility and constructed a series of fortresses including Masada and the Herodium.

            THE TEMPLE OF THE LORD. Herod’s crowning achievement was restoring the Second Temple. In 959 BC, Solomon completed the First Temple on a Jerusalem hill where Abraham had been willing to sacrifice Isaac. After having been plundered several times, The First Temple was finally destroyed in 586 BC during the Babylonian captivity. When the Jews returned from exile, a Second Temple was built. Herod rebuilt and refurbished the Second Temple, doubling the size of the Temple complex with massive earthfills, adding retaining walls, expanding the building, and overlaying its marble façade with gold trim.

            DEATH AND HOPE. Despite his building projects, Herod remained feared and unloved. Exacting vengeance on real and imagined conspirators, he murdered his wife Mariamne, his mother-in-law, three of his sons, and dozens of other family members and government officials. Before he died the vicious old man ordered the arrest and imprisonment of seventy eminent Jerusalem citizens. He commanded his soldiers to assassinate these distinguished Jews upon his death. Herod reasoned that these murders assured the shedding of tears at his funeral. When Herod suffered a horrible death in 4 BC, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary returned from Egypt where they had been hiding.

Monday, December 24, 2007

THE RIVER OF TIME

RIO GRANDE RESCUE

            North of Taos, the Alamosa Valley flattens the land west of Highway 38.  In the distance, across the sagebrush desert, one can see the beginnings of a cut sliced by the Rio Grande.

            The gash deepens as the river’s icy knife chilled from the mountain snow carves through soft, volcanic rock forming the Grand Canyon of the Rio Grande.  The narrow canyon walls tumble and twirl the river into Class IV & V rapids.

            Several years ago, my son and I took a raft trip down this twisting canyon known as “The Box” by river guides.  Just before we entered the most treacherous part of the river, our guide steered us to the shallows where we paused to receive his safety instructions.  He told us what to do if we got caught in an undertow or a hydraulic, how to sit and lean through the narrows—and “for goodness sakes don’t fall out of the raft here.”

            Not a second after our guide had shouted this last warning; our raft hit a bone jarring rock.  I tumbled backward.  My upper torso was in the river, a safety rope kept my legs inside the boat.  The river undercurrent frustrated my efforts to pull my upper body into the raft.  My son braced himself, grabbed my life jacket with both hands, and yanked me aboard.

            Within a millisecond, we were plummeted by rapids.  Huge boulders flew by. Spray soaked us.  The guide shouted instructions that we couldn’t understand over the river roar.  Then, suddenly, we were through.  The river had sucked us into turmoil and then spit us into tranquil waters.  All the shouting and paddling had little to do with our safe arrival.  The river had mercy on us.

            As we paddled the placid waters, my thoughts were on my son.  When he was, five I carried him on my back up the rocky cliffs of New Hope Creek near Chapel Hill, North Carolina.  We took our first raft ride together down the French Broad in West Virginia when he was nine.  He had questions and wanted help with his life jacket, his paddle, his safety gear.  I was his protector.  He looked to me for his strength and support.

            And now in a blink of an eye, I had become dependent on him.  He had rescued me from a bump on the head—or worse. No doubt, my son will help me in other ways as he matures.           

            Our raft trip completed, we rode up the canyon road to Taos in the Mountain River Adventure bus.  Wet, tired, thirsty, and hungry, I looked back at my son, sleeping peacefully, a slight smile on his face. I remembered, then carrying my grandfather, dying from leukemia, from bed to bathroom.  He, who had once carried me when I was a babe, had become too frail to rise from bed without my help.

            From grandfather to father to son, life flows at rapid river speed.  When fathers guide their sons with care and tenderness the bond of trust and love can be passed from generation to generation.

Concepts to Consider:

  1. What character traits are demonstrated in this vignette?
  2. How does a father influence a son to be “strong and courageous?”
  3. How can trust and love be cultivated between father and son?
  4. How does example trump lecture in teaching how to live life well?
  5. What character traits enable us to grow old gracefully?

Sunday, December 23, 2007

AGING MYTHS

The Gilgamesh Myth: Rejuvenation Bites Back

            The earliest surviving work of literature in the Western canon, the Mesopotamian Epic of Gilgamesh, deals with many themes including the quest for fame, sexual temptation and the flood story. Gilgamesh meets Uta-napishti who survived the Great Flood and was granted immortality by the gods. Uta-napishti tells Gilgamesh how to find a plant at the bottom of the sea that will renew his youth.  Gilgamesh dives for the plant, finds it and sets out for home. When he stops for the night to sleep, a snake steals the plant of rejuvenation. This magic plant allows snakes forevermore to shed their skin and become young again.  

Saturday, December 22, 2007

LOVE AND MYTH

Cupid and Psyche: Love Lives Forever

         The radiant beauty of Psyche so angered the goddess Venus that she contrived to imprison her on a rocky mount. Zephyr, the gentle west wind, carried her off the cliff to a palace of gold and silver where Cupid came to her in darkness, but always left before daybreak. Her visiting sisters were amazed to see Psyche’s lavish wealth and to hear her speak so lovingly of her husband. The jealous sisters convinced Psyche that her husband was a hideous monster. They gave her a lighted lamp to prove their assertions. That night, holding the lamp high above her lover, she gazed at the fairest of all creatures. Hot oil from the lamp fell on Cupid’s shoulder awakening him. Cupid expelled Psyche from the palace telling her that love died when trust was lacking. After accomplishing a series of seemingly impossible tasks imposed upon her by the gods, Psyche was given ambrosia, the taste of which made her immortal. Love (Cupid) and the Soul (Psyche) live forever as husband and wife in a union that can never be broken.

Friday, December 21, 2007

The American Girl Doll: What Every Girl Wants for Christmas

If your family has so many things that you can’t put them in a big house all at once but have to store some of the things in the attic, or the basement, or the garage, or even in the shed way back behind the main house, you probably have heard of American Girl dolls.

            These dolls cost a lot of money, because a girl who has a house with lots of storage space buys an American Girl doll and her neighbor who lives in a big house with an attic and a three-car garage sees the American Girl doll and wants one too. These girls take their American Girl dolls to school and every girl with a big house and lots of storage space wants one too. Then a girl from North Carolina takes her American Girl doll to visit a cousin in Texas who has a ranch with acres and acres of storage space. She orders one too. The Texas girl takes her American Girl doll to New York where a girl with lots and lots of warehouse storage containers buys an American Girl doll too.           

            Soon everyone wants an American Girl doll including mothers who really wish they were little girls again instead of a workingwomen who spend all day correcting mistakes made by their male bosses with IQs lower than room temperature who make twice as much money as they do. If you are a working mom playing with an American Girl doll is much better than going home to mow the grass, trim the hedges, balance the check the book, take your daughter to ballet lessons, and sit through your son’s T-ball game that lasts 6 hours and 23 minutes until being called on account of lightening. After that you cook dinner, do you kids’ homework, read a bedtime story out loud (three times), kneel for bedtime prayers, give hugs and kisses all around, and don’t forget to leave the hall light on and crack the door a little wider. Then you clean the house, feed the parakeet, and take the dog for a walk.

            Finally, you get to put down your cell phone which you have been talking on continuously since you walked out the office door, and you head for the computer where you read group emails warning about people who will drug you and steal your kidneys. In your email, you find a request for people to decorate a table at Central Baptist and a message asking how much to spend on a group gift for Mary. Another email mentions that “because of the hectic schedules we face during the next two months with people moving, new committee demands, and of course, the holiday season, it seems it might be best to postpone our Alert Citizen project until January.” If you are lucky, you will get a slide show about Vacation Day. You can always count on finding 53 new recipe messages in your email. Then you discover email instructions on voting for the city ordinance forbidding cooking on Saturday night that is enforced by the police who put yellow tape around your kitchen if you try to cook. And you always get useful public announcements in your email such as the one from the Mental Health Association with instructions on how to get in touch with them:

             “If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly; if you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you; if you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want, stay on the line so we can trace your call; if you are depressed it doesn't matter which number you press, nothing will make you happy anyway; if you have short-term memory loss, press 9—if you have short-term memory loss, press 9—if you have short-term memory loss, press 9; if you have low self-esteem, please hang up our operators are too busy to talk with you; if you are menopausal, put the gun down, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. It won’t last forever.”

            After reading 586 emails, you compose witty replies to answer all your messages, not forgetting to forward 376 of the emails to your group lists. When you go to bed you dream of American Girl dolls.

            Grandmothers know deep in their hearts that cuddling an American Girl doll is better than playing bridge with boring people who talk about their sore knees, and the size of their kidney stone, and how no one will operate on their back that hurts more than sitting in a nest of fire ants because the doctors say that their spine makes a pretzel look straight, and how their grandson is so handsome that he has waited tables on Hollywood Boulevard for eight years expecting an audition soon, and how fifty-five church friends went on a charter bus trip to Nova Scotia that was a lot of fun except Betty got lost and was picked-up by the police when they found her wondering the wrong way down the middle of a one-way street and how Al spoiled their fun at lunch everyday by yelling, “Let’s eat at Hooters. Let’s eat at Hooters” and how Sharon embarrassed all of them by asking if anyone had some extra Viagra that she could give to Richard.

            You can see why all grown women like the American Girl dolls. But not men. They sit home in big chairs, drinking beer and eating pizza while watching the Dallas Cowboys on television because the Cowboys can win, and saying bad things about the local college football coach because his team can’t win.

            The America Girl catalogues go to homes where people have more things than they can find storage for. The little girls can’t wait to get American girl doll catalogues that are expensive not even counting postage, but are worth it because they have slick pages, color pictures, and stories about each doll.           

            When the little girls get their American Girl catalogues, they stop playing with their other toys. When the mother finds a discarded toy in the washing machine or the shower or maybe in the oven, she calls to the daddy, “Father please come and put this toy in the attic.” And at half time, the father puts it in the attic behind last year’s Christmas tree ornaments and no one ever thinks of the toy again or even misses it.

            As soon as the little girls have looked through the American Girl catalogue, they call their grandparents because they know that their parents are too busy putting things away to listen about American Girl dolls. If the grandfather answers the phone they talk real sweet to him but not very long and then they ask to speak to their grandmother who they call Mimi or Gigi or Nana or Nan-Nan or something else only little girls call Grandmothers and they say:

            “Mimi, guess what the American Girl Doll Catalog came today. Did you get yours? Oh good! Aren’t all the dolls just beautiful? I like Felicity the best. Please, please grandmother can you give me Felicity for Christmas? Actually, I was thinking that because Christmas is so far away that maybe you could give me Felicity for my birthday on December 19. Would you please?

            But grandmother, let me think. Thanksgiving is coming even sooner. Maybe you could give me the doll for Thanksgiving Day instead of the footballs grandfather gives to girls when he should give them to boys only.

            I would have so much to be thankful for if I had the American Girl doll for Thanksgiving. Mimi you are the best grandmother in the whole wide world especially when we play with the American Girl doll together.

            You know what Mimi? I’ve been thinking again. Because Thanksgiving is about Turkeys and Pilgrims and Indians, maybe you could also give me the Indian doll, Kaya. Look on pages 44 and 45. Isn’t she just adorable? And look. See the food Kaya eats. We could get that too. And then we could learn all about what Indians eat everyday and for thanksgiving too. Kaya’s food only costs $20.

            Kaya will need a bedroll. See it at the bottom of the page. It only costs $24. And look, look. Oh, I’m, so excited. Aren’t you excited too Mimi. Just think of the fun we could have together. See her Tepee, and Kaya’s Mare—Steps High, and her saddle, and look Steps High has a foal called Sparks Flying. It only costs $38. Oh, this is exciting. Kaya has a dog, Tatlo. And Tatlo has his own gear. I could read all those books at the bottom of page 44 and really learn about Kaya and other Indians. Wouldn’t that be great? We could read them together, Mimi. I love you so much, Mimi.

            Mimi, I’ve been thinking. You know what? Felicity could ride in her Colonial Carriage to visit Kaya. And look two dolls can fit inside the carriage and Felicity can take Kaya for a ride and Kaya and Felicity could spend the night in Kaya’s tent. Look at Felicity’s holiday outfit. She could visit Kaya in that outfit and she could show it to her. And Kaya can show Felicity her Indian dress and maybe they will decide to change clothes and fool everybody who they are. And Felicity can ride Steps High. Oh, Mimi, we will have so much fun playing with them.”

            And what do you think the grandmother says? Of course, the grandmother says, “Yes dear. I will send it to you as soon as I can order it for you.”

            All grandmothers who have credit cards, don’t think about the bill that totals $998 not including taxes and shipping. They don’t think about spoiling little girls or closets and attics full of toys. And they don’t think about the father who has to get an unsecured loan to build a bigger house just to store all the things grandmothers with credit cards give to their granddaughters. This is called free enterprise. Aren’t we thankful?

Stop Anxious Thoughts

When we put our mind on Jesus we have no room for anxious thoughts:

Have no anxiety about anything, but in everything through pray and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your request be known to God and the peace of God that passes all understanding will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. 
Philippians 4:6-7

Thursday, December 20, 2007

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Medications to treat bipolar illness, anxiety, depression, and other psychiatric illnesses

MOOD STABILIZERS

Lamictal

Inhibits glutamate (stimulating neurotransmitter)

Stevens Johnson Syndrome (rare)

100-200 mg daily

Lithium

Alters sodium transport

Tremor, ataxia

300 mg TID

Depakote

Increases GABA (soothing neurotransmitter)

Hepatotoxicity

10 mg x body weight

ANTIPSYCHOTICS

Risperdal

As do all the so-called atypicals, blocks dopamine 2 receptors reducing hallucinations and delusions and blocks serotonin 2A receptors decreasing EPS

Risk of CVA in elderly; dose dependent EPS & hyperprolactinemia

0.5- 6 mg daily

Seroquel

Sedating

Hypotension

100-800 mg divided doses

Geodon

Generally activating

Agitation or sedation; rarely causes EPS

120-240 mg in divided doses

Zyprexa

Good for psychotic depression

Weight gain; diabetes; metabolic syndrome

5-20 mg at bedtime

Abilify

Partial serotonin and dopamine agonist

Nausea

5-30 mg daily

Haldol Decanoate

Decanoate injection increases compliance

EPS; akathisia; tardive dyskinesia

100-200 mg IM monthly

Stelazine

As with other older neuroleptics probably just as effective as newer antipsychotics but with more EPS

EPS; akathisia; tardive dyskinesia

5-20 mg daily

Thorazine

Sedation

Hypotension

50- 800 mg daily

ANTIDEPRESSANTS

Prozac

As with all SSRIs useful in panic; PTSD; OCD

Avoid in agitated insomniacs

20-60 mg daily

Zoloft

Enhances dopamine

GI side effects—diarrhea

50-200 mg daily

Paxil CR

Social anxiety

Cutting tablet destroys controlled release

12.5-50 mg daily

Lexapro

Best tolerated antidepressant; low sexual side effects

Cognitive and affective flattening

10-20 mg daily

Luvox

Rapid antianxiety and insomnia benefits

Can increase tricyclic blood levels

100-300 mg divided

Effexor XR

Boosts norepinephrine and serotonin

Withdrawal side effects if DC quickly

75-300 mg daily

Cymbalta

Useful in chronic pain and stress urinary incontinence

May increase BP

60 mg daily; 40 mg BID for stress incontinence

Wellbutrin XL

May help sexual SE caused by SSRIs

Insomnia; agitation

150-450 mg daily

Vivactil

Activating; energizing; increases dopamine

Anticholinergic SE

10-40 mg divided

Pamelor

Chronic pain

Therapeutic window

50-150 mg daily

Elavil

Sedating; helpful in insomnia; chronic pain

Cardiac precaution

50-300 mg bedtime

Trazodone

Treatment of choice for insomnia

Ataxia; tremor

50-600 mg bedtime

ANTIANXIETY AGENTS

Xanax

Short acting

Breakthrough anxiety

0.25-0.5 mg QID

Ativan

Useful with Risperdal in acute agitation

Confusion

0.5-2 mg TID

Klonopin

Adjunct with SSRIs in panic disorder

Use with caution in liver disease

0.5-1 mg QID

PSYCHOSTIMULANTS

Ritalin

Useful for depression in medically ill elderly patients

Slows growth in children?

2 mg/kg/day

Adderall

Fatigue as residual symptom of depression

Cardiac Caution

5-40 mg divided

Provigil

Sleep apnea; improves attention; useful in fatigue

Headache

200 mg daily