Sunday, August 31, 2014

Almost there… but not quite! (August 24 [N/A])

I fell behind on this project.

I started classes today, and I should have wrote last night but I didn't.

I just want it to be over.

Now is the time where the fun has left the project, and I want to quit, but I can't. I can't stop.

If I stop now, I'll not start again for another 6 months and I really want to hone my craft.

I want to be good at something; I want to be known for something; I want to be actively participating in a community again.

This is my little freak out rant page. It's been 25 days of this challenge, and I tell you it hasn't been easy. Finding the time, energy and inspiration has been really tough. Now with only 5 days left, you think I would have hit my stride, but I haven't. If anything I've only slowed down.

Here's hoping I can come up with something to carry me through the next 5 days, so you can read all of these and see how badly I have done this month.

Some of them aren't so bad, but still. Not great!


 

Drinking the Kool-Aid. (August 23 [Everybody])

Note: The following list is taken directly from http://www.acts29network.org/about/distinctives/. I have not altered, manipulated, or in any way/shape/form changed the information that is to be presented. I merely copied and pasted the pieces that I found particularly interesting. They are in the order that they are found on the website, but without all of the information. This is not an attack on this network, nor an attack on people who feel these things to be true. Merely an expression of some of the thoughts that these lines have produced in my mind. By all means, feel free to think what you want—I am but one man! There are also other churches who present similar views, just take a few minutes and google some churches and read their belief statements. They are out there, you just have to look!

THE DOCTRINAL DISTINCTIVES OF ACTS 29

Acts 29 is a network of church-planting churches that stands in the tradition of historic evangelical confessionalism. While we believe it is vital that the Elders of each of our local churches determine where they stand on doctrines of second importance, we do wish to make known our convictions on the following five distinctive theological foundations.

  1. We believe the gospel is the good news of what God has graciously accomplished for sinners through the sinless life, sacrificial death, and bodily resurrection of his Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, namely our forgiveness from sin and complete justification before God
    1. This Gospel is not only the means by which people are saved, but also the truth and power by which people are sanctified
    2. The salvation offered in this gospel message is received by grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone; no ordinance, ritual, work, or any other activity on the part of man is required in order to be saved.
  2. We believe that through the work of the Holy Spirit, God will draw the elect to faith in his Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, graciously and effectually overcoming their stubborn resistance to the gospel so that they will most assuredly and willingly believe.
    1. We also believe that these, the elect of God whom he gave to the Son, will persevere in belief and godly behavior and be kept secure in their salvation by grace through faith.
  3. The Holy Spirit who indwelt and empowered Christ in like manner indwells and empowers us through spiritual gifts he has bestowed for the work of ministry and the building up of the body of Christ.
    1. We all recognize that they are divine provisions central to spiritual growth and effective ministry and are to be eagerly desired, faithfully developed, and lovingly exercised according to biblical guidelines.
  4. Both men and women are together created in the divine image and are therefore equal before God as persons, possessing the same moral dignity and value, and have equal access to God through faith in Christ
    1. Therefore, women are to be encouraged, equipped, and empowered to utilize their gifting in ministry, in service to the body of Christ, and through teaching in ways that are consistent with the Word of God.
    2. God has given to the man primary responsibility to lead his wife and family in accordance with the servant-leadership and sacrificial love characterized by Jesus Christ.
    3. The Elders/Pastors of each local church have been granted authority under the headship of Jesus Christ to provide oversight and to teach/preach the Word of God in corporate assembly for the building up of the body.
    4. The office of Elder/Pastor is restricted to men.
  5. We are called to make Christ known through the gospel and, by the power of the Holy Spirit, to bring his lordship to bear on every dimension of life.
    1. The primary way we fulfill this mission is through the planting of churches that plant churches and the training of their leaders
    2. We also believe we are responsible neither to retreat from our culture nor to conform to it, but with humility, through the Spirit and the truth of the gospel, to engage it boldly as we seek its transformation and submission to the lordship of Christ.

Welcome to the (near) fall. The time of year that things begin to change. The weather cools. The leaves turn colors as the trees prepare for their yearly slumber. The birds start flying to their more habitable vacation spots. The animals start gathering food more fervently as to stock up for the coming months. And I. I begin to get back into academic mode. I begin to search out the tough questions that my soul feels need answering. I begin to yearn for new knowledge and new insights into things that I previously felt I had a grasp on. I begin to rethink my theological stances, and divine understandings.

This is the time of year, about when school starts back up, that I begin to dig into the mainstream faith systems of people I know and respect in order to make sense of it. This is usually some random piece of Christian theology that seems to contradict itself, or at least my understanding of the faith tradition.

You see, I like learning things. I like making people uncomfortable by presenting information about their faith system that they may not get exposed to during their weekly romp with the divine. However, it should be stated, that I am no expert—by any means. I have a bachelors from a Lutheran school, where I studied religion, but this is not a worthwhile credential. I has provided me with a little foundation to better explore the world of theology. My mentors and friends have provided me with tools and insights that have allowed me to look into the abyss that is theology, and I like to use those tools and insights to stir up trouble.

With all of that being said, I would like to address some things that I have come across lately. Maybe it will be interesting, maybe it will be stupid. What matters is that I share it so that maybe my mind will let go of it enough for it to slip past. I have a firm grip on it right now and it is beginning to hurt my mind hands, so let us journey into the darkness that is my mind in hopes of providing some relief to my tired sour. Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be fast and dirty….

Grace is a free gift provided to the world by god through the sacrifice of his only begotten son.

Grace has to be fully and knowingly accepted in order to be fully passed on to the recipient here on earth.

This grace is talked about in the gospels, which translates as good news. So, it is only good news to those who knowingly and fully accept the gift, which is free… but requires us to accept it first in order for it to be ours.

When we accept this not-so-free gift, we are given special powers, which have to be used/monitored/whatever by scriptural standards, which may/may not be found in the gospels.

These special powers also allow men to be leaders and women to the loving/caring side of Jesus.

Women, then, cannot be leaders in the church because they should be loving/caring for their husbands and such.

Then, we're supposed to bring in people and teach them these things so that they might go forth and create more like-minded folks.

Now, like I said previously, this is just one manifestation of a faith system that people live out and push forth into the world. I paraphrased, or rather interpreted what they had posed on their website in the lines above so that there is a basis for what comes next. You see, this is one of the problems with today's churches. They bring people in, they create like-minded folks, and then send them out into the world so that they can do the same. I am not against churches; I am not against pastors; I am not against longing to be a part of a community; I am not against a lot of things in this world, which is probably the cause of a lot of my problems.

I do have a problem with people taking advantage of the lay folks in their communities. They know that the people sitting in the pews, or the chairs, or whatever, do not have an interest in understanding what the bible really says about things. They know that the average person doesn't have a vested interest in the life of ancient Jews or people living in the Middle East 2000 years ago. They know that the people want to hear the gospel, and then go on about their lives for the rest of the week. So what happens? We tell them the things that we want them to think the bible says. We tell them the things that will make them feel comfortable in their shoes as they walk through the rest of their week. We create in them a sense of pride and prejudice—a veritable list of what's ok and what's not ok so that they do not stray too far from the line we want them to toe.

In the modern era of America, it is all about toeing a line: in church, at work, in friendship circles, on the internet, in our faith systems, in our belief systems, in our political stances, etc. There are expectations, and the church leaders are one source of the rules and regulations.

We have to train our congregations in the way of the good follower: men are the leaders; grace is free only to those who accept it; God will send you to hell if you do not accept his free gift of grace; women are supposed to the loving/caring partners to men; we are also supposed to sacrifice ourselves for the good of god; we are supposed to convert people to think like us; and the list of things to accomplish in your community, in the name of god goes on and on forever. Depending on the church, the denomination, the pastor, or the network that a church belongs to the lists differ slightly, but it is always a list of things that they believe should be carried out in the world today.

However, I would urge the church leaders to take a more realistic approach.

Claiming that the bible is the inerrant word of God written 2000+ years ago by several different authors; whose books were chosen by a series of staunch old men sitting around a table with a specific agenda; and is a series of guideposts for life in the 21st century is a dangerous road to travel. However, we do it so well that it is scary.

Inspiration à Inerrancy is the vein of thought here.

The Bible is written by men, who were inspired by God, which makes it infallible.

Hopefully any semi-educated person can see the failed logic in these accusations.

One can be inspired by a god, and be wrong.

The crusades; the holocaust; the war on terror; the war on drugs; the American dream; the isolation, desolation and desecration of many nations all over this country and beyond; all inspired in some part by a god… does that make them right or infallible, or inerrant? No. Most people would say that these were horrible events in the history of people. However, some churches would have us believe that such events are God's wrath being displayed in our world in order to keep us inline. It shows us that god's willingness to torture and torment us if we do not obey his commands, which were supposed to be fulfilled in the death and resurrection of Jesus.

There are holes in this logic and it makes me wonder: what are we really supposed to be doing here? Are we supposed to be living to avoid the wrath of some vengeful deity that simultaneously send his love and smack the shit out of us? Or are we supposed to take the love that has been given to us and spread it like wildfire to those who surround us; like Jesus said, "Love thy neighbor." There are 2 parts to the Bible: old and new, and the theme of love is everywhere, but we are supposed to fear a vengeful god will condemn us fully and eternally to fire and brimstone.

I don't know.

The grip of my mind's hands is slipping.

My understanding of this will never be fully developed, because as long as there are people willing to take the Bible and create doctrine and stances there will forever be logical flaws.

Be careful when looking for a church, if that is your thing.

Do some reading.

Do some studying.

Do some real thinking about the messages that are being sent into the world by the people who are leading the herd.

We have to love people. Grace is free. Women can be pastors. Look it up, it's there; over and over again.

This is the modern era, and we shouldn't be taking life cues from a culture, religion, and people that lived 2000+ years ago. It is a collection of essays, letters, poems, and random writings pieced together to support a particular agenda—keep this in mind when your church leader starts quoting pieces of these writings as absolute truth for your life today.

Mottos, morals, and words of wisdom are one thing… condemning people today, because of what was customary then is something else entirely.

Where is the love? (August 22 [Everyone])

Warning: The first few lines of this piece are lyrics from a song. The song is called "King Park" by La Dispute. For the rest of the lyrics, just google it. I am using these lines from the song as a spring board into this piece. I have been listening to this band for a while this week, and have had many conversations about a lot of things. Thus, I want to take some time on this Friday evening to process them with you. It may be short, but it may be long. Who knows? You have been warned, so no freaking out!

I thought to slip through the door, I could've entered the room,
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.

    (Excerpt from "King Park" by La Dispute)


 

This is the last part of the song, the very last haunting words that sung before it ends.

For those of you who are not going to read the rest of the lyrics, nor listen to the song, let me paint you a picture of what has happened up until this point:

  • There is a drive by shooting, a young person shoots another one. The one who gets shot was not the intended target, but dies anyway.
  • The singer takes the perspective of a neighbor who wants to know what happened, so he becomes a ghost (of sorts) to travel back in time to get up close and personal during the shooting.
    • He wants to see the mom, the kid, the body, the blood, etc.
  • Then, there is the funeral where the mom has to bury her son.
  • Word then spreads of where the shooter is residing, holed up in a hotel; the cops surround the place, and the singer is there too.
  • The shooter's uncle is there pleading with him to come out, speaking of forgiveness, and then we get to the final scene, which is provided above.

In this scene we don't see anything, but hear the plea of the shooter. However, there is no resolution, what happened to the shooter? What happened to the uncle? What happened to the mom of the kid who was buried? What happened to the neighborhood? What happened to the rest of the gang? What happened to the person who was supposed to have been shot? All of these questions, and more are left unanswered as the storyteller fades back into his life. He gets up close and personal for a moment, and then leaves. Although, there is a line in the song that says something to the effect of I want to write it all down so I never forget… but still. No real resolution. No answers. No closure. Nothing.

This is usually what happens in the media: we get up close and personal with a story (usually from a single perspective) and then we are left wondering, because they only show a part of the story. There is no "rest of the story" as Paul Harvey once provided us. We are left to assume the worst, and hope for the best—maybe it wasn't so bad; maybe it got better; maybe they survived; maybe they won; maybe they didn't die. No, they died, we just didn't hear about it. No, they didn't survive, it was that bad, the never win, and it never gets better. That's the way of the world, that's the way of life… or so we are led to believe. However, the real question is, what are we doing about it? We sit back, relax, and watch the news tell us exactly what they want us to believe. We are trained to overlook disparities in life; we are coerced to see things from a single perspective, listening to a single story; we are offered only the most entertaining and titillating pieces of news to tie us over until the next big thing scrolls across our monitors. It's sad.

What we don't get to see is the effect the news has on the other. What about the families of the person who is sentenced to life in prison for killing somebody? What about the family of the person who was killed? What about the neighborhood where it took place, how are they dealing with it? Who are we to assume anything about the people, places or events that happened without having been there? Who are we to assume that the murderer is a heartless being who killed the kid in cold blood? You aren't them, you don't know.

"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid?"

There is this concept that runs rampant in a lot of the Christian circles that I used to run in, and it's something they like to call "Grace." Grace is the concept that allows for the pardon of past discretions for the hope of a better forever. It is the ability to look past indiscretions to see the person as a person. A lot of times this concept gets played out superficially, in that people use it as an excuse to do shitty things to other people. However, when paired with the commandment of Jesus to Love thy neighbor, it takes on a whole new power. To love your neighbor and provide them with grace, means that you look past their indiscretions, because God does. This does not mean you have to like them; this does not mean you are not allowed to have an emotional reaction to their presence; but you have to give them grace with love. God forgives, god provides grace, god loves indefinitely, and we are called to do the same.

As Christians, we do a lot of talking about things, but never seem to get beyond that. There is a lot of talk about being like Jesus, living a life like Jesus, following Jesus as a role model, taking up a daily cross, loving people. When does it stop being lip service and start becoming an action plan? When do we stop fighting about whether or not homosexuals should be able to get married based on laws written over 2000 years ago, and start loving them because they are a part of creation? When we do stop telling people how to live their lives and what to do with their bodies based orally transmitted stories that are over 2000 years old? When do we stop claiming that we are pro-life, but rejoice at somebody being sentenced to death?

Where is the love?

Where is the grace?

Where is the "Christ-like" life that is talked about all the time?

I'm no different, except I don't talk about things.

I keep my mouth shut instead of speak out against the things I see wrong in the world.

I stand by and watch my brothers and sisters struggle day in, and day out, because I'm a coward.

I told my boss/friend the other day that I care a lot about a lot of things, but I can't stand stupid so I don't talk about them.

Instead of having to deal with the ignorance of the masses, I stay silent and join the masses. I stand silently in the back shaking my head and constructing rants to be posted on the internet (must like this one). This is what I do instead of taking action, instead of having the hard conversations, asking the hard questions, pushing for change in my community… I'm a coward.

I would rather be a part of the silent majority than rightfully prosecuted for sticking up for those I know need my help.

I would rather be seen as an innocent bystander, than one who is willing to fight for what is right at any cost.

I would rather be the shadow writing the details of the murder down so as to not forget, then be the uncle pleading outside of the hotel room… preaching about forgiveness.

I get so angry when I read articles about social justice issues that never go far enough. We always highlight the problem, but never present the solutions that we're trying. Angry because I'm not doing anything either. I want to be told what to do. I want to join somebody else's cause, because it's less work. I want to fight behind somebody else, because that way if it gets too hairy I can just duck out. I'm unwilling to commit to the fight if I know I could get hurt… or worse.

I want to make a difference in this world; I want to enact change; I want to see things stopped; I want people to be fully informed; I want to see how the story ends, because it's always a happy ending in the movies.

I see the beginning of the story. I see the middle of the story. I close my eyes before the end, because I'm afraid that I'll have missed my chance to act.

Is it my turn yet?

Can I say something?

Are you listening?

It doesn't matter what the issue. There is always something that can be done. Now is the time to take a stand, out of love and with grace, for the changes that we want to be in the world.

If only…

"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"

"It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!"

"And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell?"

Will god let me in if I kill myself? Will god see what I've done in this life and tell me I left things undone, unsaid, unaccomplished? We operate out of fear of hell. We operate out of fear of death. We freeze ourselves in place so that we don't make the wrong move. Let's warm up. Let's move around. Let's make some differences in the lives of people who live through hell, here and now.

I'm a coward; afraid to take a public stand against/for anything.

Will you help me?

Will you stand outside my door and bed me to forgive.

Will you shadow me to document my progress?

Will you join me in the battle for change?

I can start by myself, but without the help of others a movement quickly dies. Let us start a movement that is unstoppable. Let us give grace, spread love, and change the world… one person at a time!

Elephants Never Forget, but I wish I could... (August 21 [Cecelia])

There is an adage that goes, "An elephant never forgets."

This is witnessed in the wild as they stop at places where they have lost loved ones; they grieve at the side of the deceased for days; they maintain a mental map of all the best grub spots; and they're just magnificent beasts.

They are the largest land animal we have around today. They can trample anything. They eat a ton. They drink a ton (but not through their trunks). They roll in the dirt. They play. They fight. They circle the wagons when in danger. It's awesome. Plus, they never forget.

They hold on to things. They remember things forever. They don't let go of their loved ones. They don't move on. They move forward while still maintaining the life that they once had as well. The forge ahead in spite of the pain, in spite of the loss, in spite of everything….

Is it healthy?

Is it the right thing to do?

It works for the elephants, but it doesn't work for me.

If I were an elephant I would want to move on. I would have a clean break. I would want to know that if I leave somebody behind (for the right reasons of course), that their mojo is not going to haunt me for the rest of my days. I don't want to remember everything. I don't want to hang on to everything. I don't want to continue living life as a single steam of consciousness. I want to forget.

I want to move on with my life as if certain things never happened. All of those times that bring back nightmares; all of those times that send me into cold sweats; all of those times… I would much rather forget that they happened and move on with life as if it were sunshine and rainbows. The dark times in life that have molded me into the person I am today will always be there, but I don't want to remember.

I want to live life in the sunshine.

I want to live life under the rainbow.

I want to live life for the future, without having to constantly battle the demons of my past. I put them to rest, and yet they keep coming back. They remind me of that one time… They remind me of that one place… they remind me. They are like an elephant, they never forget to remind me of everything!

I've told the stories to everybody who feigned an interest in listening.

I've recounted the events in writing over and over again: journals, blogs, rants, raves, poems, etc.

I finally got to a place where the dreams had subsided. I entered a place where my soul was at ease and was making forward progress. Let's remember that. Let's hold onto that. Let's go there.

I can never forget what has happened in my life. I will always grieve my lost loved ones. I will always remember "that one time, at that one place." People, places and events are all engrained in my heart, soul and mind.

Just like the adage goes, "Elephants never forget," but sometimes I wonder if they wish they could… I know I do!

Nothing. (August 20 [N/A])

Sitting at the dining room table, we reflect on our day.

We remember the funny joke from work.

We recall the long day we had on our feet.

We recount the good times, the bad times, and the alright times of our day with those we love the most.

Now what?

We always stop in the middle of the story. We tell our part, and then that's it. We never fill in the rest. I am left wondering, and? What comes next? What happened next?

Now what?

Every day there are horrible things happening to people all over the world: famine, disease, pain, suffering, homelessness, persecution and pre-mature death.

Here we are sitting down, at our nice table, in our nice house, with our nice family, complaining that our co-workers don't know how to sell cars as well as they should. Or, how our feet hurt from having to stand up for an 8-hour shift at the store. We sit, we talk, we complain, we do nothing.

When it comes to the greater good your feet mean nothing. When it comes to the pain and suffering in the world, your opinion of your co-worker is probably more damaging than helpful.

Now what?

What are we doing?

Where are we going?

Nowhere.

Bodies all around. (August 19 [Lauren/Peter])

Take off your clothes.

Stand in front of the mirror.

What do you see?

Do you see an object to be gawked at, judged and ridiculed? Do you see a piece of meat that is subject to whatever the other would like to do with it: marinade, tenderize, cut up, etc.? Or do you see something beautiful: something worth more than anybody can ever imagine? Do you see something that is perfect just the way it is? Do you? Do you see it? Do you see self-worth, value and esteem?

I don't.

When I look in the mirror, I see a reminder of all the poor choices I have made in my life. My eyes meet their reflection in the mirror and begin showing pictures of what life once was; what they have seen; what they should have seen; what they wanted to see. They transmit all of these images into my brain in the matter of seconds. Constant reminders that my body is not a wonderland.

I have scars on my hands, on my face, and on my legs. Constant reminders of events in my past that happened and took a part of me. They ripped a piece out of me so that they could hold on to me forever…

I have tattoos on my arms and legs. Adornments for my temple—if you have to live in one, might as well make it as beautiful as possible. However what you don't see are the scars since faded. The torment that my flesh went through in an attempt to protect my soul from being ripped out. Life ripped more of me out, but I still had my soul. My temple walls held and the enemy was averted, but they left with a forever reminder of me. A piece of my body.

My body, is no wonderland.

As I stand in front of the mirror, I can't help but wonder, "Where did I go wrong?"

I never got tall, I got wide. I go to bed every night, but still I carry the worries of the previous day on my face. I'm tired. There are moments when my body is saying, "No more. We can't do it today." But I have to. I have to keep on, otherwise I will fall out and be lost forever. I sacrifice my body for the good of the world, and it hates me for it. I participate in the daily grind. I walk around all day. I sit, stand, squat, bend, and rotate for the other.

My body, is no wonderland.

I have never been objectified as a piece of ass, because I'm a man. I am the one who objectifies others as such. Nobody looks at me and wonders what kind of lay I am. Nobody is checking out my ass as I walk by wondering how much I put out. Nobody is looking at my chest and thinking about shoving their face in it and making baby noises. I don't have to put up with this, and neither should you.

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I want to see the real me. I want to see the me that other people experience when they greet me on the street. I want to see what you see in me.

If only you could see what I see you in.

You are more than an ass and tits. You are more than long legs in tight shorts. You are more than that, and you need to know that.

My body may not be a wonderland, but yours isn't either.

Your body is not a place of magical experiences. It is your temple, it is your soul-home, and it is yours to be proud of.

My body is no wonderland, but it's mine. I was provided with this vessel and I'm going to make the best of it.

I will continue to wear and cover my scars. I will continue to look in the mirror and be reminded of my bad choices. I will continue wondering what other people see in me. I will continue to fight for you to do the same.

My body may not be a wonderland, but it's all I got.

Working. (August 18 [River])

Working.

The daily grind.

The lower your head and do as you're told.

The seen doing things, but never asked to contribute to the greater conversation.

The expectation that you intuitively know what comes next.

The way you feel words being spoken about you behind your back.

The way the heads of the company look at you when you approach the offices.

The double standards that are in place that don't hold everybody accountable.

The illusion that everything is as grand as it should be.

The detriment that the leaderships lack of understanding plays throughout the organization.

The way you and your coworkers can't do a damn thing about it.

The way you want to quit, but there are no other jobs available.

The way you want to say something, but can't risk losing your job.

The way you want the best for the clients, but can't give it to them because there is no support.

The way the kids hate the leaders of the organization as much as you do.

The way you want to burn the place down.

The way you can't stop.

The way you want to stop.

The false accolades for doing your job.

The lack of accolades for doing your job.

The need for you to do the jobs of 3 other people to keep your organization running.

The fallacies that are told to the community about all the great work that is being done.

The pictures of "great work" and "great opportunities that flood the papers and the internet.

The work that has to be done.

The work that needs to be done.

The fact that what has to be done isn't what needs to be done.

The way the leaders of the organization expect more of their subordinates than they do themselves.

The way there is not a helping hand to be seen when there is real work to be done.

The way there are always hands coming up to the top of the ladder when meaningless tasks need to be accomplished.

The puckered lips fly towards any surface that is unworthy of being touched.

The stench of rotting ambition fills the nostrils of those who long to do more.

The way your soul dies a little every time you get called into the office for a "talk."

The way you hate everything about your job.

The way you don't hate everything about your job, just some parts.

The way you hate everything about your job except the real work that you get to do.

The way you love the clients.

The way you love the extended circle of clients.

The way you wish the leaders of your company would actually get to know the clients.

The way you wish the leaders of your company would truly give a shit about what was going on.

The way you would require the leaders to do real work with the clients in order to stay in power.

The view from below the ivory tower doesn't get any better with time.

The leaders never figure it out.

The machine keeps turning and burning.

The machine keeps eating souls and devouring lives.

The few who make it out alive, can look back and worry about their friends, their colleagues, and their clients.

I made it out alive.

Some of my friends made it out alive.

Still others are slaves to the machine that is the organization.

Hopefully the day will come when a bright light is shone on their work, and the lies brought to the surface.

Until then, we can move on with our lives and hope to find greener pastures to work in.

God bless you all who work for the (wo)man, and haven't found the light yet.

God bless you all who work for the (wo)man and made it out alive.

May we all find solace in the work we are called to do, and not be tortured (mind, body and soul) by the powers that run these organizations with a fist of fury that knows no bounds. They rule from on high, without the slightest real concern for what happens below.

Suck it up. Keep your head down. Nose to the grindstone. Do it for the kids. Don't lose your soul to an organization that doesn't care!