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"Anxiety in a man's heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad." -Proverbs 12:25

"Anxiety in a man's heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad." -Proverbs 12:25
Midnight Blue (1963): Jazz guitarist Kenny Burrell featuring Stanley Turrentine on tenor saxophone, Major Holley on double bass, Bill English on drums and Ray Barretto on conga. Midnight Blue is one of Burrell’s best-known works for Blue Note Records. In 2005, NPR included the album in its "Basic Jazz Library", describing it as "one of the great jazzy blues records".

He said, She said...

"You are not designed for everyone to like you - Wise Man Phil


FRAGILE: Sting, Yo Yo Ma, Dominic Miller & Chris Botti


Monday, September 12, 2011

9/11: For Whom the Bell Tolls

Remember:  to recall to the mind by an act or effort of memory; think of again.To retain in the memory; keep in mind; remain aware of: Always remember 911.


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Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
On September 11, 2001 it was beautiful morning in southeast Ohio. It was an early rise that morning without much sleep from the night before because of my attendance at a Sade concert. The previous night was about as peaceful and promising as a night could be. 

A Sade concert can have that kind of effect on its audience.

The reason for the early rise was to play 36 holes of golf with two of my lifelong friends, Brian and Craig. We had planned to play 18 holes and then have lunch, and play another 18 holes.

F. Scott Fitzgerald might have written about Paradise Lost, but I sure was on my way to finding paradise at EagleSticks Golf Club that morning.

I love golf, and the thought of playing 36 holes makes it almost impossible for me to adequately describe the feeling that it produces within me.

Simply put; I love golf. 

And, so it was while we were walking up the 9th fairway, enjoying what I love to do, that my close friend's wife called and informed us that the Twin Towers and the Pentagon had been struck by planes that were hijacked by terrorists.
  
We were stunned and in disbelief. 

But, it was with our own eyes, minutes later, that we saw the news coverage and infamous replay of the planes ramming into the towers, while we were in the clubhouse. 

Right then, right there our day took on a new meaning; that day became 9-11.



Horror and confusion covered our faces; sadness and depression filled our hearts.

I can still remember the emptiness and the uncertainty I felt, and the awkward thoughts I entertained as we drove home with an empty sky due to the grounding of all planes, domestic and international, in the US.

In a word it was surreal.

9:37:46am
As I tried to process what had happened over the days and weeks that followed this tragic event I was left with more questions than answers; less calmness and more anger. What I realized that day is that it can be more troubling, and at times more painful, to not have more questions than answers. 

New York Times: 9-12-2011
 
Along with the country, I felt deeply sadden and lost. 


Now as we stand ten years removed from the most tragic event in US history in my lifetime I now realize that my observations of 9-11 have developed and are clearer. In the end my thoughts are just that; my thoughts, but these reflections have given me some answers to the questions I had on that fateful morning in 2001.

This morning my wife and I discussed 9-11. I woke her up at about 7am and ask her to turnover and look at me. As she did she ask me what was wrong? I told her I wanted to ask her something; "What did you learn from 9-11?"

Her answers and observations were very similar to the beliefs I hold.

Allow me to share.
  
The first thing 9-11 taught me that there are evil, very evil, people in this world that have diabolical minds, depraved hearts and dark, and demonic, souls. The world is full of evil people that only have one desire and that is to cause havoc upon their fellowman and to destroy whatever stands in the way of their needs and desires, and their ideological and religious beliefs. Proverbs 4:16 states; "For evil people can't sleep until they've done their evil deed for the day. They can't rest until they've caused someone to stumble." I think we all can agree as a country we realized that truth on 9-11. 

Remember, Webster defines evil as morally wrong or bad; immoral; wicked, and because of this we will never fully be able to handicap their actions or predict their behavior. The only thing we can do as people, and as a country, is to take every precaution to protect ourselves, to consciously commit actions that will in-turn preserve our freedoms and to persistently pray to God for his favor and protection.

Secondly, 9-11 cemented in my mind how fragile life is. You only have to a have a conversation with a mother who lost a son, a father that lost a daughter, a child that lost a parent or a wife that lost a husband to remind you how short and precious life is. Psalm 39 4-5 states:
 
“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
      Remind me that my days are numbered—
      how fleeting my life is.
  You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
      My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
      at best, each of us is but a breath.”

Remember, life is as fragile as two wet tissue papers sewn together. Life is short, life is precious and life is fragile. 

Tomorrow is never promised.



Finally, 9-11 taught my wife and me that there are far more good people in this world than there are bad. With every documentary and weekend tribute, honoring those who lost their lives, I was reminded of the countless thousands of men and women that displayed a type of compassion that leaves me speechless. From the time the first plane hit the North Twin Tower to the memorials in Washington DC, Shanksville PA and ground zero the human spirit that is alive and well in America has been uplifting and encouraging. The effort by many has been remarkable and causes me to be proud that I'm an American. 


Firefighter William "Billy" Eisengrein, who still works with FDNY Rescue Company 2 in Brooklyn, N.Y., raised a U.S. flag out of debris on Sept. 11, 2001.
Photo: Thomas E. Franklin 

Remember, there are more people that want to help and not harm; to aid and not abandon; deep in many people's heart is concern and compassion for their fellowman. There is more love in this world than hate; always has been and always will be.

First Responders
Photo: First responders carry Father Mychal F. Judge, Chaplain of the Fire Department of New York, out of the burning building. Father Mychal was the first recorded victim of  September 11, 2001.

It has been mentioned on many occasion that Robert F. Kennedy's favorite book was "For Whom the Bell Tolls", written by Ernst Hemingway and published in 1940. The novel is a story about an American, Robert Jordan, in the International Brigades during the Spanish Civil War. The theme of the book is centered on death and the contemplation of one's own death, and for the need of each man to recognize the surrender of one's self for the common good is paramount. This ultimate sacrifice is embraced by Jordan and others in the book, believing that they were doing what "all good men should" do. 

In the face of death relationships are developed and camaraderie is formed.


Ernest Hemingway

An interesting side-note about the phrase "For Whom the Bell Tolls" that Hemingway made famous originally found it's origin in the 17th century by way of John Donne (1572-1631). Donne lived in England and at the time the tolling of church bells were an important feature of daily living; marking various events. 

 The tolling of bells also referred to funeral bells as we see in Donne's work entitled "Meditation XVII"


John Donne wrote:

No man is an island, entire to itself; everyman is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod washed away by the sea, Europe is less, as well as, if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells toll; it tolls for thee."

Some believe John Donne's words to represent people's mortality and that when a funeral bell was heard it was a reminder that with each day we are a little nearer to death. Others believed Donne was pointing to the fact that we are all one and that, when one dies, we all die a little. In both instances it was the interconnectedness of humanity that was the overwhelming theme.

Hemingway believed both of Donne's premises and it was revealed in his writing of his 1940 novel, and this same philosophy of the interconnectedness of humanity espoused by Donne was, and still is, the foundation of our recovery and healing as a nation in light of the tragic events of 9-11

It is death, and the contemplation of our mortality that has the greatest potential for growth and change in our lives.

Before Hemingway and Donne there was a man named Solomon. Solomon was considered the wisest person to ever live. In about 935 BC, late in Solomon's life, he wrote the book of Ecclesiastes, found in the old testament. In "the book of the teacher", as Ecclesiastes is referred to and is its literal meaning, Solomon shares with us his keen insight and wisdom concerning death:

"It is better to spend time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you should think about it while we still have time. Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks about death, while the fool thinks only about having a good time now."

My goal is not to promote thinking about death at all times or to be overjoyed when we have a funeral to attend. My words, and words of Solomon, are only written to encourage each one of us to remember that when we hear the bell toll that we remember the victim and their families, and to recognize that we all died a little on September 11, 2001 and that we would do well to contemplate our own mortality in the future and to never forget the victims of 9-11.

Genesis 3:19 states; "By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return." 

And Hebrews 9:27 shares with us that; "Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment."


Finally, in the aftermath of 9-11, and years of reflection, I've gained the belief that though the true evil in the world can destroy our brick and mortar; our steel and glass, and that they can snuff out human life, and the fact that they will attempt and most likely succeed again, they will never succeed in crushing our spirit and leaving us without hope.


The one thing that the evil perpetrators of disaster and destruction in the name of religion don't understand is that they will never be able to eliminate our resolve or destroy what believe in or how we think. 


We are the United States of American.

We are strong.

We are one.

And we will not be denied or defeated.

God bless the victims and the families of 9-11.

And God bless the United States of America.

We will never forget.



sbb 9.12.2011
2001
"Forever Young"  .  Marcia Hines





Saturday, September 10, 2011

Stress Bucket (re-post 2-3-2011)



Sojourner Truth 1797 - 1883
American abolitionist/
women's rights activist


Yesterday I received a text from a good friend, the text read; "Stress is the enemy. Write that." Below is a piece I wrote on stress in February of this year. My friend is correct when he say's stress is the enemy. We would all do well to recognize and acknowledge, and develop a skill set that can aid us in dealing with and alleviating the stress in our lives. My friend also texted me minutes later after his request; "She wears a redsox cap to hide her baby dreads...Write it!"

Weird.

I hope the piece is informative and encouraging, and that you will be glad you took the time to read it. Remember, the two most important things to accomplish when dealing with stress is first to identify what the stress is and secondly, honestly acknowledge how you are dealing with the stress.

I would also add a third component; give the stressful situation to God and pray about the situation. It will make "the" difference each and every time  -sbb



Stress Bucket


Pressure: the exertion of force upon a surface by an object, fluid, etc., in contact with it: the pressure of earth against a wall. The state of being pressed or compressed.



As I ponder this morning on the amount of different paths one can take in life I believe the person that chooses to walk down the path of constant anxiety and stressful living to be one of the most destructive choices we can make and one of the worst paths we can take. Dr. Hans Selye defines stress as "the rate of wear and tear within the body." Our body's initial reaction and response to stress is to create an alarm reaction. Our internal organs mobilizes it defenses and protects the body against danger. There is so much that has been written, and so much I will not attempt to write, on the physical, and psychological, damage stress can cause in our lives.

I believe one of the best ways to combat a difficult situation is to gain a greater understanding of the situation and to increase our knowledge in any area or category of life that we are struggling in. And as we grow in awareness and knowledge it is still our responsibility to put our new found knowledge into practice. 

Like I've said many times; "knowledge is the knowing, wisdom is the doing."

One of the most powerful and empowering pieces of information I've gained concerning stress was from the book "In the Realm of the Hungry Ghost". Dr. Mate pointed out three universal truths and reasons for stress in our lives.



Allow me to share. 

The three universal causes for stress in one's life are uncertainty, lack of information, and a loss of control. 

One of the most destructive forms of Chinese torture during war time was to provide an extremely inconsistent administration of their torture. One day a prisoner would be given food to eat, the next three days he would only be given water. Some days they would be beaten every hour only later to be left alone for a week. The Prisoners said the lack of knowing what was coming next was as destructive as the torture itself. They reiterated that this form of "torture" was as harmful emotionally, mentally and physically as the actual torture. It is often the not knowing, and the uncertainty, that will create the most mental torment and emotional anguish in our lives. 

My parents have always shared with me the best way to make a good decision on something important is to gain as much information and knowledge as you can concerning a situation and then weigh your options. when we have a lack of information surrounding a certain situation we can often begin to give ourselves over to unwise thinking. We will often start to assume, over think, or worse, guess on what the proper thing to do is. 

The next is a biggie because most of us, whether we want to admit it or not, are complete control freaks. A lack of control can throw the strongest of people in to a complete free fall and tailspin. This is one of the reasons why dealing with some physical disease or aliment can be so destructive emotionally and mentally in our lives. When we are sick, seriously ill, we are harshly introduced to this fact. A lot of times we really don't have as much control over things as we think we do; our health and our children are a great reminder of this truth. Remember, we are not built, nor were we created, to control everything in our lives.


South Beach...

The reason I have inserted pictures of South Beach in this piece is to subliminally remind all of us that a change in our perspective can be the one of the strongest and most productive pursuits when struggling, and dealing, with stress.

My perspective is often changed by a reminder of a past experience, gaining knowledge and praying and reading God's word. 

As I review the three universal truths concerning stress I'm able to respond, combat and deal with stress in my life. I can ask myself questions about why I feel so stressed. Is it my lack of knowledge? Is it the fact that I'm completely uncertain of the outcome? Or is it the harsh reality that I have no control over a certain situation? Being able to go through this Q&A process is powerful to me.

This way of thinking is part of the process in relieving stress in my life.

I said part.

The other part, and the biggest part, in relieving stress is to give everything to God.

2 Corinthians 4:8-10 and 16-18 shares this with us: 

"8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
... 
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

Change your view of things...

In the Chinese culture the word for crisis is written by combining the symbols for the word danger and opportunity. Stress is the same: both a danger and opportunity. When realize what is causing the stress, and more importantly what questions we are to ask ourselves concerning the stress, we grow and become stronger. We increase our emotional and mental IQ when this occurs in our lives.


It doesn't hurt to pray either.

Pray for wisdom concerning if this stress is a genuine threat or a golden opportunity.

Or both.

Pray for increased knowledge.

Pray for peace concerning the uncertainty of the future.

And finally pray for the strength to relinquish all control and give it to the One that was intended to control the situation in the first place. 

When we pray these things we will see, and feel, the pressure subside. 




sbb  2.3.11
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Monday, September 5, 2011

Mommie Dearest

Correspondence: communication by exchange of letters.


 
Unlike the mother, Joan Crawford, in the 1981 bio-pic "Mommie Dearest" played by Faye Dunaway, my mother was always my biggest fan and supporter.


There were no disciplinary haircuts nor were there any "wire hanger" moments. My mother didn't scrub her face every morning at 4am with soap and scolding hot water, nor were there glasses full of vodka she guzzled down or threw in my father's face. And while I can't recall my mother taking an axe and sheers to our rose garden, I do remember her appropriately placing cleanliness right next to Godliness on an hourly basis.

I also remember my mother loving my sister and me more than life itself, and that our safety, security and spiritual growth was paramount to her, and ultimately was part and parcel of how she defined herself.

My sister and I were very fortunate; we had the dearest mother of all while growing up.

The reason for my thoughts concerning my mother is that on Saturday I wrote a piece entitled "Dear...," that took a look at the history of the hand written letter and the affect they have on the reader and the writer alike. Below is a letter my mother wrote me my sophomore year (fall of 1984) at Wittenberg during the beginning of basketball season.

As I reread, and rewrote, my mother's words I was touched by her concern for me and for the tough, and encouraging, words she had for me concerning my basketball situation at the time.

I can't adequately communicate to you how powerful, positive and pleasing it was to have, and still have, a mother that was so emotionally invested in my success as a student, and as an athlete. 

It was invaluable.

My mother has displayed those same qualities with my children, her grandchildren.

And again, it has been invaluable.

When I pour over my mother's letter 27 years later I realize that a good letter is one that is encouraging, sincere and authentic, and challenging at times. A well crafted hand written letter is delivered in love whether the words are encouraging or challenging.  

Hand written letters are powerful.

As I mentioned earlier, below are my mother's words from the fall of 1984, I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Our correspondences were, and still are, very special to me.

Nana & All the Kings Men.



"Take each day one at a time. But also attack each day with the full armor of God on."
-Mom

Dear Shawn,

I truly hope this week has been a good one for you. I have prayed so hard for you this week. I'm going to keep on praying. Really read this article over... it keeps saying self-confidence and believing in your self is the key. Last Saturday in the scrimmage you were just a transportation player, and as coach Hunter said; "I have a plenty of players like that." Make something good happen on the floor. Even if you were still sick from eating peanuts last week, I know that God has healed you. Wednesday morning I listened to the 700 Club and this lady talked about God healing her, it took over a year for the complete healing. Just trust and obey God, there's no other way. Remember the "five" ways to change your circumstances by Marilyn Hickey: (1) Know that God has a plan for your life. (2) Believe God's best for your situation and stop doubting. (3) React with God's word. (4) Attack your situation with God's creative word. (5) Trust God confidently. Believe Shawn that He is going to do it.

Job 32: 7-9

"I thought, ‘Age should speak;
   advanced years should teach wisdom.’
8 But it is the spirit in a person,
   the breath of the Almighty, that gives them understanding.
9 It is not only the old who are wise,
   not only the aged who understand what is right." 

Shawn, get plenty of rest and take care of yourself,

Love,
Mom

P.S. Do you need Dad to pick you up on Wednesday?



sbb  5.9.11
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Sunday, September 4, 2011

Birthday Project

Homework: schoolwork assigned to be done outside the classroom (distinguished from class work).




Below is a paper my son wrote for one of his classes at Columbus Academy last week. The project was based upon each student conducting interviews with their parents about their birth. Below are Bryce's words.


Baby Bryce



Bryce Bailey
Period 2
Mrs. Gorita
Birthday Project


            December 2, 1995 was most likely a regular day for most people, but for the Bailey family it was a day full of anticipation, excitement, and joy. Many American Studies professors and slavery historians would recognize December 2nd as the International Day of the Abolition of Slavery, but at Grant hospital I was one of many new born babies that were beginning our journey called life.  And though I was excited about my new “freedom” my Mom has said more than a few times with a smile on her face that, and I quote; “I couldn’t wait to have a baby, but now I regret it!” My mom’s humor is sharp and witty, but it can’t hide her true feelings about me. Still to this day, my parents always tell me that it was one of the happiest days of their lives when I was born. My father stated; “I was happy, but shocked at the same time, I couldn’t believe I was going to have another son!” My mother told me she couldn’t wait to hold me in her arms, but when she first saw me she thought I looked a little Asian, with my yellow skin and somewhat slanted eyes, but she later realized “It’s a Bailey thing.” 

Little Bryce

            Both my mother and father had the same answered when I asked them the question; where was I was born? They both had the same reply: “in the hospital.” I had two older brothers when I was born; Austin and Logan. Unfortunately, they weren’t there at the hospital when I was born, but my dad explained to me that they were excited with the reality of having a new baby brother. Everything was perfectly fine with me when I was born, except one thing; I had an enlarged belly button. Till this day, my mom always told me she cried when the doctors told her I had to go into surgery a few weeks later at Children’s Hospital.  The operation went very well; I came out of the hospital with a normal belly button.

Champ!

Believe it or not, my mom didn’t have much to do with naming me. My mom gave my dad and both grandmothers “permission” to name me, mainly because my mom was tired and wanted to sleep. “We probably changed your name several times during the naming process,” said my dad, “first, it was going to be Cole, then Coleman, and somehow we came up with Bryce, and decided Coleman would be your middle name.” Most of the “baby process” was new to my mom, simply because she never had a child before. This was much easier to my dad because he had already had two sons before me. This was a strange event because my mom is usually in control of every situation so having her let my dad take the reins was a new thing for the family but I am very happy that she let him. 

Batman

All in all, my first day in the world was pretty uneventful as I remember it, but as I have journeyed along since December 2, 1995 I have come to realize how fortunate I am to have such great friends, siblings, and experiences. I also realize how fortunate I am that “both” of my parents have provided me with a bright future and a hope for a great life and that they both gave me my last name; Bailey.
 















Mom, Bryce & Dad...



sbb 4.9.11

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Dear...,

Refresh: to make fresh again; reinvigorate or cheer (a person, the mind, spirits, etc.).




 
                                               

Yesterday I had the pleasure of running into someone that I've admired and liked for years. She is a wonderful person and her family has many of the qualities that makes a family special; they are close-knit, caring and loving. Now before you begin to think that I'm attempting to paint a picture of the modern day Huxtable's I want to assure you I'm not. I'm sure every day isn't perfect in their home and that they don't offer warm cookies and milk to their family and friends on a daily basis. But what I do know is that I've been around the family up close and have viewed them from a distance for over fifth-teen years and I know them to be quality people that value education, kindness and doing what is right.

After reflecting on our conversation last night at my sons football game I felt the need to send a little note via facebook and share my thoughts about last night's encounter. While I was writing the note I once again realized the power of our words and the profound effect they can have on another human being. I don't make that statement because I was the one writing the letter, I make that statement because words carry weight and wonder when they are expressed with sincerity, authenticity and genuine heartfelt beliefs.

This isn't just my opinion, it is the truth.


The letters my mother sent me while I was in college still motivate and encourage me when I reread them today and the hand written letter I received from Mrs. Jackie (Rachel) Robinson earlier this year is one of my most prized possessions.

 
A LADY WRITING
c. 1665-1666
Painting by Johannes Vermeer

Letters have been around since cave men were writing on cave walls, and have been delivered with great effort by horses and humans alike. Letters have been written on everything from clay and papyrus to bamboo in 1500 BC China. Letter writing itself can be traced to the invention of the printing press, the availability of books, changes in religious views and rising literacy rates. As early as the 18th century many European countries had literacy rates of 100% after the Lutheran Church ordered everyone to read the bible. Pastors and priests had always been admonished to read, and know, God's word, but it was the Lutherans that commanded the general population to be able to read the bible.

Letter writing was a vital and integral part of a child's education and was critical childhood instruction in England and America in the 1800's. In 1860, the post office was invented, igniting a letter writing movement in the United States. The type writer followed the creation of the post office and was invented in 1868. In 1873 the first Remington type writers were made available to the consumer, with the most famous purchaser of the early typewriter being Mark Twain in 1874.

Twain became the first author to submit a typed manuscript.

The original "QWERTY" keyboard.
(...look at the top of your smartphone keyboard: Q-W-E-R-T-Y)

As interesting as the history of the hand written letter is, how they have been delivered over time is just as interesting. In ancient civilizations, letters were delivered through messengers that risked life and limb to deliver words transcribed on paper. For many centuries letters delivered by mail was the only communication tool at the disposal of governments, militaries and kings. In the 6th century BC, the Persian Empire (now Iran) developed a relay system that went up to 100 miles a day by using horses to deliver their important correspondences. An interesting side-note concerning the horses is that as each horse became tired they were traded in for fresh horses to maintain continuity and momentum in their quest to deliver their letters.

Unlike their predecessors, the Greeks employed athlete runners to deliver their mail. Alexander the Great employed Philondies, a courier and surveyor, to run from Sicyon to Elis, which was 148 miles in distance. Alexander required Philondies to travel that distance by foot in a day. To give you some idea of what 148 miles looks like, that would be the distance from New York City to Lebanon, Pennsylvania (Columbus, Oh. to Napoleon. Oh). In a car that would be about a 2 1/2 hour drive.

(Britannica Online: Art Media/Heritage Images)

You better pack a lunch for that little jaunt.

As time passed history has revealed to us that the Arabs used pigeons and Caesar used humans and horses, but after the fall of the Roman Empire the mail network collapsed too, and with it was the end of organized communication throughout Europe.

As we see, letters can, and do, travel many miles and kilometers, and span over many periods of civilization, but the letter's true destination is another's heart. Letters often journey on a path that leads to the depths of the human heart and deep into the regions of our minds.


Our words are powerful; our letters more so.

Two of the best movies I've seen about letter writing in past 15 years are the movie Notebook and the 19th century time period movie entitled Quills, starring Geoffrey Rush and Kate Winslet.


Quills is a 19th century time period movie about the Marquis de Sade and his incarceration in an insane asylum during a time of brutal violence after the French Revolution simply referred to as the Reign of Terror (5 September 1793, to 28 July 1794). During this time "the Marquis" writes sordid letters and stories about the libidinous Mademoiselle Renard, an aristocrat who meets the preeminent sadist in her executioner. These writings eventually lead to the Marquis de Sade having his tongue removed and him committing suicide.

It is a great holiday "feel-good" type of movie.

But again, the movie is a great example of the power the words we choose to speak, and choose to write, have on another human being.

The power of the pen & paper is tremendous.

The movie and music industry know this truth better than anyone, but this fact has been communicated and recognized since the beginning of time and can be found in God's word.
 
Isaiah 52:7 states:

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"

Proverbs 11:25 explains:

"A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones."

And finally Proverbs 11:25 shares with the reader this: "A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed."

Letters refresh and challenge the reader, and the writer. Our words, in the form of a letter, have the ability to encourage and inspire the reader, they also have the potential to steal another person's peace and damage their spirit. Letters refresh us because when we take the time to focus on someone else we grow, and when we grow there is a sense of newness and feeling of refreshment in our lives. We, as the reader, can also be challenged by our words. The challenge for the reader can simply be stated within the context of the letter, the challenge for the writer is to live up to what they espouse in the letter; both tasks can be very difficult and humbling. 

Finally, below is the note I sent on FB as a private message to the person I talked with last night (If you can't write a note or letter then FB messaging is the best because it will rarely be dismissed like an email and it has a more letter looking style as a private message on facebook). The name is irrelevant and private, but what is important is to recognize the power that good conversation, good communication and heartfelt letter can have.

The power of a letter is tremendous; for the reader, as well as, the writer.

One last thing; write a letter of encouragement and thanks this week to a family member and a friend. Both parties will deeply appreciate it.


 Letter writing is more art than science.

Dear...,

It was great seeing you last night and to finally meet your son. He is an impressive young man with a bright future. I wanted to pass onto you a couple of pieces I've written over the past year. There are quite a few of pieces on my site so with that being said I will provide the links to a few of them that resonated with more than a few readers.

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-all-men-be-kings_24.html

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2011/03/perseverance.html

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2011/03/jim-tressel.html

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-brady-bunch.html

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2010/07/childs-anger.html

http://mybabyr0c.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-are-all-witnesses.html

Also, I wanted to pass on a note to your son...

Dear...,

It was a pleasure meeting you last night. I have watched you from a far since your freshman year when Hartley played at Columbus Academy. And with that being said, I was more impressed with you in person last night than I was watching you on the football field. Your engaging personality and your ability to make "eye contact" while meeting a person (an adult no less) for the first time speaks to your confidence and character. Both of those qualities will take you farther than football could ever dream. I stated early in this note to your mother that you have a very bright future. That bright future has nothing to do with football. You are very blessed to have the parents that you have. The kind of parents that have provided "support" in every area of your life and the type of parents that have displayed on a daily basis how valuable and important their children are to them. When I graduated from Wittenberg University in 1987 my Dad, who is an ex-marine and a man of very few words, stated to me after I received my diploma; "Congratulations, now give your children more than we gave you." I have carried that statement with me for over 25 years. There have been times that I've struggled with that statement because there were times that I failed my own children and I didn't live up to my father's request that he gave me on that hot summer day in 1987.

 
...you have a chance to be great... to be a King and I'm not refereeing to your stature on the football field. Your parents have laid the foundation for you and your siblings to experience life on a level that sadly most kids don't get a chance to experience. They have displayed to you how valuable you are to them and how your success and happiness is tightly woven to their success and happiness. We as parents are as happy as our saddest child; that is a truth that you will become more familiar with as you grow older. Remember, your parents have given you more than their parents gave them and they've provided a family unit, a secure and safe atmosphere if you will, that you will carry with you the rest of your life. 

Your parents are special. You are blessed because of that.

Finally, I realize how difficult being a freshman can be. I played basketball in college, and though I didn't play on the level you (My first 2 points in college was at Centennial Hall at Toledo my freshman year in front of about 10,000 people... very cool) and your father played on I still recognize the difficulty that is college sports. My freshman year was the toughest mentally, emotionally and physically that I experienced while at Witt. It was flat out tough, but the good news I grew from it and the sun always came up the next day... the same will happen for you, if and only if, you realize that your situation at UT is a process that will be filled with valley experiences and mountaintop highs. Remain optimistic, calm, humble and thankful for each of those opposite experiences you will surely encounter over the next four to five years... and during the rest of your life. If you do this you will gain one of the most important things in life; perspective.


I would wish you good luck, but luck is for those that don't have a plan for success and vision of what they want that is based on short and long term goals. Envision and plan what you want to accomplish at UT and in life. Remember, it takes courage to have goals and dreams... if you choose this high quality of thinking for your life you will become "bold" and empowered in all that you do... and we all know if we "dare" to be bold that mighty forces will come to our aid.


I believe in God, and his forgiveness, grace and victorious power, and because of this truth I will be praying for you "on and off" the field. God has a plan for you, now it is up to you discover it and develop it. Hint: God will help with both of those tasks... just ask Him.


I will be praying for you,

Bryce's Dad



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