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Something different — April 25, 2012

Something different


Usually my posts are in regards to faith or some social issue that’s really hurting me to hear about.  Tonight’s is different.  For the first time these thoughts are not about my walk with God.  Tonight, I’m talking about the Canucks.

Actually Roberto Luongo to be exact.  First of all, almost everyone who likes hockey, who like the Canucks, who hates the Canucks or who hates hockey probably has opinion about our goaltending situation, or lack thereof.  So while I may say nothing different I just wanted to get my two cents in (and right now, my two cents is still just two cents, in the fall this will be increasing to a solid nickel, which you may not be able to afford, so enjoy this while it lasts).

When I heard that Mr. Luongo had confirmed with the press that he would be open to a trade if that was what the team wanted I was sad.  Sad that this player had come to mean this in Vancouver.

For 6 seasons our Luuuuuuuu has been the starting goaltender.  He has been part of the team and contributed to the Canucks being President’s Trophy winners.  He has helped this team go the playoffs, a lot.

The thing I have liked the least is the people blaming a loss upon the goaltender.  Granted, there can be, and there have been games where the performance of the goaltender has directly impacted the result of the game…where the team in front of the net has put on a solid performance but the goalie, being off of his game has meant a loss.  More often than not when you get to the glittering NHL level of hockey, a teams loss is chalked up to many more factors than a goaltender.

It’s the fan though who usually blame one player.

I think that it’s terrible the way that Roberto Luongo has been treated this year in Vancouver.  Regardless of what you think of him as a player, the vilification of him across social media pages has been nothing short of a witch hunt.  Oh the Canucks lost tonight?  Must be Luongo’s fault – even if the posting person didn’t even watch the game.

Then there’s been the re-hashing of game 7 from last years Stanley Cup final, that’s gotten an added emphasis to the negative for Luongo.  I watched that game, in it’s heartbreaking entirety.  If you can blame that single game loss on Luongo, then I’m pretty sure you have never understood hockey, the game, loved it or really ever had your eyes open.  If you blame that loss on him, you’re a fool.  Plain and simple.  I watched that game in disbelief as the it seemed like an ENTIRE team could not get themselves together.  To win a game you need to score goals.  You think the goaltender should keep a team in it when they can’t get themselves together at the defence or forward lines?  NO WAY. Hockey is a team sport.  If you’ve only won a game because your goaltender kept you in it, then you have no business playing a league final game.

The thing that upsets me the most if Luongo leaves this year, is that he will leave on such a down note.  Ungrateful fans who have turned against a great player (let’s not forget that his save percentage in regular season was better that a certain fastly named Kings goaltender).

If I was the Canucks management I’d probably want to trade Luuu.  Not because of his performance, but because of the so-called fan performance.  It’s not fair to keep a player playing in such hostile conditions.  It’s not fair to a player to have sports headlines in the Vancouver papers constantly evaluating his play after every single save.  It’s not fair to pay him what he’s worth to have the selected, noisy, mob leering at him.  So in fairness to Luongo, I’d say a trade is the best thing for him.

However, I don’t think that he should be traded because he cannot play the game, or because he’s not good enough.  He has proved himself repeatedly.  If you had to prove yourself a fan of the Canucks – would you be more consistent than this goalie?  hmmm.

Vancouver has a love-hate relationship with their goaltenders.  One week everyone is raving about them, the next tearing them apart.

What worries me:  the fans that are on the “Trade Luongo Train”  will be the same fans who start to tear apart Corey Schnieder.  If Luuu is gone, these anti-Luongo “fans” will be chanting their “love Schnieds” poster and rhetoric all over town, until the beloved Schnieder loses a game, or two, or ten, or half a season.  Then what happens?

Praying. — January 17, 2012

Praying.


Don’t need to put on a show when you pray.  – Matthew 6:5

Keep prayers simple and honest.  – Matthew 6:6

Talk to God as your loving father, your best friend.  Don’t worry about the formula’s and strategies that others try to show, or wish you prayed like someone else…be yourself with God.  He created you, He loves you just as you are.  – Matthew 6:7-9

When fasting don’t do it to impress people.  – Matthew 6:16-18  Jesus says WHEN not if, Jesus assumes you’ll do this.  Fasting is just between you and Him.

There is a time for celebration and a time for fasting.  Jesus gets this.  He loves to celebrate too!

The message talks about the Lord’s prayer and presents it like this  “Father, Abba Father, reveal who you are, set the world right, keep us alive with three square meals, keep us forgiven and forgiving others, keep us safe from ourselves & the devil”  – Luke 11:2-4

I learned really quickly from some wise folks when I became a Christian to not bargain with God.  God doesn’t work like that.  I’ll add to that information.  Don’t decide what the answer to a prayer ought to look like.  Your expectation shouldn’t be based on what YOU want but on what is right before God.  I pray more open ended.  If there is something I desire, I tell God, of course, but I don’t make it to be that the answer HAS to be that.  God knows what’s best for you, for me, for all…so I cannot know all that He knows.

I was just reading through the Gethsemane prayer again.  And just thinking about how Jesus lays before God how he doesn’t want to do what he knows he must, however, he knows that is what God wants.  It struck me, how many times do we ask God to do what he wants in our lives?  How many times do we ask Him to decide everything, and leave the control in His hands?  Jesus pleads…”My Father if there is any way, get me out of this.  But please, not what I want.  You, what do you want?” (Matthew 26:39) – that, that is how I want to pray.

Start. —

Start.


The Revolution starts.

We all have the chance to be the creation we were meant to be.

You were given the heart to lead the charge.

Your eyes don’t see because you’ve kept them closed.

Take a chance, push the lines to the end.

Leaping isn’t safe, but we were never promised safe.

Angels come, prophets speak, I do not deny the truth.

The limits that you think are in place cannot hinder your promise.

Rise up, be one, The Revolution starts.

Regrets — December 20, 2011

Regrets


I didn’t blog as much as I wanted to this year.  Somehow in the busy of all that’s been going on I put my passion and love of writing on the back burner.  Making time for writing was just one more thing to squeeze into a day, yet I know that the less I do of it, the harder it is for me to deal with life.

Writing is a great release for me, a great happiness.  There is something decidedly REAL about written (typed) word.  Whenever you write (type) something and post it, it’s there for the long-term.  It has weight.  It has impact.  It has meaning. 

I feel like I should make a resolution to write more in the new year.  I’m not sure it’s a resolution that I could keep.  Maybe I need to make a date with writing, block off a specific time in my week solely for the pursuit of creative literature from my heart.  Maybe next year I could finish all those half-way/three-quarter way novels I have cluttering up my hard-drive.  Maybe I can commit to finishing a story, and getting into the real editing process.  Maybe.

Somehow those creative things we just love to do are the first things that get pushed aside for life.

Next year could always be the year.

Abracadabra — August 16, 2011

Abracadabra


Today it’s my parents 25th wedding anniversary.  I have this feeling that I want to pay them tribute in some way.  I don’t know how you can fully attempt to convey in words how much your parents mean, how much their love is worth, and how thankful you are for them.  This is my attempt.

When my parents married I was 5 years old.  I still remember pieces of that day.  The incredible excitement that I was going to wear a REAL princess dress specially made for me!  As a little girl with delusions of being an actual princess (and I may just be a grown-up with those delusions still hanging around) wearing that dress might have been the highlight.  Thankfully it wasn’t.

That day itself was a highlight that I cannot ever forget.

My beautiful gorgeous Mummy set up the make-up and hair studio in our dining room.  With friends surrounding her she applied make-up and styled her hair.  In the rush of cameras, her nerves, and friends, I wasn’t forgotten.  I got to be part of that pampered treatment.  Playing dress up as a little girl is incredible.  Doing that same thing simultaneously with your mother on one of the most special days of her life, that is priceless.

After what seemed like hours and hours of getting ready we left for the church.  I left with the maid of honor.  And then we waited outside the church for my Mum and Grampy to get there.  I couldn’t wait to get inside the church.  Mostly to be able to walk down the aisle with the organ music playing.  I don’t remember much of the ceremony itself.  Wedding ceremonies in the UK are quite long, so I’m sure that I was pushing the limits of patience and demurity.

I remember posing for the endless photo’s outside.  However, I was quite the camera hog….the professional photo’s capture a huge grin across my face in every photo I’m in.

I remember being in awe of this lady who was glowing in white.  A picture of a princess bride that I couldn’t quite believe was my Mummy underneath all that regal styling.

Then there was my Daddy.  Dressed up in his suit.  Such a handsome man, a prince that every little girl dreams of her Daddy being.

At some point the photo’s were over and they made their way to the waiting car to head to the reception.  As I watched them walk through a sea of rice and confetti I was so proud that this was my Mummy and Daddy.  I was so proud that they were so loved by all these people who had come to their wedding.  I was so proud to be their little girl.

Eventually after all the festivities were done and they headed away to their honeymoon, I think I finally got that there was some serious and definite meaning to this day.  It wasn’t just a celebration, it was much deeper than that.  As a 5 year old, I wasn’t entirely sure of the fullest meaning but I got it just a little.

25 years later and I can’t imagine being with someone that long.  I can’t imagine the depths that you would know someone.  The ways that you still can’t know them.  The life that it is so intertwined by events and experiences that at some point you’ve lost how independently you can experience something because you’re so joined.  I don’t pretend to say that I am sure that my parents have spent every single moment in wedded bliss.  What they have done is show my siblings and I that when you join your heart to someone you accept that there will be days you have no idea who it is you are married to.  There will be days were you cannot imagine how to function without them.  There will be times when that person you are married to is the only element in this world to keep you going to face another day.  There will be days when they are the reason you don’t want to face another day.

My parents show us that storms come along.  That you can overcome these things.  They show us that while love is important – commitment, honoring of your vows, honouring of each other, understanding, compassion, patience, knowing when to hold your ground and when to compromise, admitting mistakes, asking for forgiveness, celebration, heartache, and companionship are just as, and if not more important that one four-letter word.

I thank my parents for the installation of hope they have given us all.  I thank my parents for never giving up on me.  I thank my parents for being so committed to each other that they kept their vows.  I thank my parents for honouring the word “parent” with their full heart.  I thank my parents for life.

Happy Anniversary Mum and Dad.  I love you.

Man Down — June 4, 2011

Man Down


It breaks my heart to see how many people are making asinine comments all over the internet right now.

Rihanna posted a new video for her song “Man Down” and immediately supposed “educated” people are explaining how it’s awful and that it promotes violence and that it should be BANNED.

If these people took their energy into something more productive it would be far better.  Why aren’t these educated souls using that energy in order to push the fact that far too many women are the subject of physical and sexual violence?  Why aren’t they taking a stand that the subject matter of this video is the issue that needs to be addressed in our society and in our justice systems? 

When someone, male or female, is a recipient of abuse, people automatically attempt to find ways that the victim would be to blame.  They ask all kinds of questions that are really not fair.  Did you encourage it?  Did you want it to happen?  Did you change your mind afterwards and make a story to blame them?  Did you bring it upon yourself?

First of all, let’s make this perfectly clear.  No one, no one, NO ONE asks to go through the pain, the torment, the shame of being sexually or physically attacked.  NO ONE.

It doesn’t matter what the victim was wearing.  It doesn’t matter what the victim was saying.  It doesn’t matter where the victim was.  It was not the victims fault.

If you are a parent who has watched this video and feels some outrage, some feelings of discomfort, please use this as a way to communicate to your child the importance of speaking out when they are hurt at the hands of another.

If there is anything that I could do with the things that I have experienced first hand, it would be to use my story to help another person be aware of the signs of someone who can try to destroy you.  If my life can be a warning, then I have served God well in taking my experience and helping prevent another from going through the same things.

Please discuss the types of behaviour that are not ok with your teens and pre-teens from a victim and aggressors stand point.  Don’t let them be a victim, and don’t let them be the one who does this to another.

Sleep in peace tonight, sleep, O sleep gently, what a sight — February 7, 2011

Sleep in peace tonight, sleep, O sleep gently, what a sight


Dear Forgiveness,

For the past few years I have barely slept, normally 3 or 4 hours a night…insomnia can be a great enemy.  Except I used my time well and got used to having 20 hours of awake time each day.  And now my schedule is packed full.

The problem with full forgiveness is that you relax and now my body requires 7 hours again…and I have TOO much to do…WOW…forgiveness you are great, but can I have my insomnia back as well? 

 Thanks. Kate.

ohhhh and bloggers, the song I quoted is from a Welsh lullaby… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suo_G%C3%A2n

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