#3 Have Faith

#3 Have Faith

The expression “Sometimes Shit Happens” is true for me today as I write this tip to you on how having faith will tune into God’s program of living well. So I must take my own medicine.

What happened? Doesn’t matter. But it was a strong emotional blow to me with no immediate indication of how I would get through it. It is time for immediate First Aid. My First Aid is to have faith that God loves me and will get me through my trauma and back to Living Well.

Here is a piece of wisdom: “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” The quote is by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955), the French philosopher and Jesuit priest.

The present human experience that is giving me pain is temporal relating to earthly natural time as opposed to the eternal which is supernatural and is my spiritual home. But in my human experience, the only way I can see my spiritual home, where all is eternally well is through Faith.

And so, through faith, I can just decide that, regardless of my human condition, I am well.

“If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.” (Mark 9:23).    “Without faith it is impossible to please God.” (Hebrews 1:6), but if we can believe, all things are possible!”

This world is divided into two groups: those who make it happen and those who ask, “What happened?”  The one group has faith, and the other group does not!

The battle lines are drawn between believers and unbelievers, between the faithful and those without faith, between the optimists and pessimists and between people of action and those who do nothing but sit on their hands!

So my word to you (and myself) is have faith that God will bring you through. Then act … and do, and move on to Living Well.


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#1 Forgive

Want to get well? I do. And I have found that the #1 priority to my living well is for me to forgive others. I must forgive people who have hurt me in the past and people who are hurting me now!

I live well not because I “earned it,” but because I accept my wellness as a free blessing from God. But there is one condition. Just as God has forgiven me for my offences against  Him, I must forgive every person who has hurt me or is hurting me now. Unconditionally.

Not for any contrition or recompense they have given me, but proactively.

There is only one way that is possible.  I must accept and allow myself to be a conduit for His love and forgiveness for all people.

This is the strange wonder of God’s world. It is in giving we receive. It is in forgiving we are forgiven by God.

There is “stuff” from some of my family and from some of my friends that hurts. I don’t understand it. Some now and some in the past. I don’t understand but it does not matter. My #1 priority is to UNCONDITIONALLY FORGIVE.  As I do, God’s universe unfolds a blessing of wellness into my life regardless of my material condition.

In my life there are some friends and some family that have “unfriended” me.  I have no idea of any specific offense I have given them.  But following this rule I have forgiven them. Now the debt of unforgiveness is upon them and has consequences. Sad.

Make forgiveness your #1 priority for wellness,


Photo credit: My cousin Harvey George

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# 47 Visit to a Friend

It is healthy for Biddies and Geezers like us to … once in a while … get out of our usual surroundings and get some “new” experiences. Gives us “New Life.” As I write this I’m visiting my Biddie friend (let’s call her) Pam in Providences, Rhode Island.

It’s early in the morning and I am up with a cuppa coffee. Pam is still abed and won’t be up until about 10 am. So I have time to contemplate some of the mysteries of life.


I slept on a futon in the living room and now in my robe and PJ’s I look around at Pam’s world.


Culture Shock! Despite the many things Pam and I have in common, there are things that are so different. Where my digs in Quincy, Mass are bare and Spartan, Pam’s are filled with stuff. Not only furniture and kitsch, but also flowers and living plants. And a white Persian cat. Longhaired. My reaction? It is as if I have awakened into a dream … another world.


And I remember that our histories are also different. Yet we are friends. Deep within my spirit I know we were meant to be … friends. No surprise then that our living surroundings are different. This speaks to my spirit at this early hour.


It says none of us are “complete” in ourselves but we need “others” to meld into our soul to create a “whole.” I realize the model of male/female for all new life is not an accident but a lesson. I realize it is a model for the greater miracle of new “spiritual life.” The melding of my spirit with the Spirit of God. How THAT happens is for another blog post, but for right now …


I look forward to today when Pam and I will share the joy of each other’s company and the adventure of togetherness. Then later I will return to my apartment. I will return refreshed to my Spartan digs in Quincy which are just right for me so I have no distractions as I scribble books and stories to you, my friends who are on the other side of my laptop screen.



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# 41 Unconditional Love

Hey Biddies and Geezers, practice unconditional love and you can fix your life and be part of fixing the entire world. Really!

14 years ago as a 72 year old geezer I wrote “Welcome’s Today: a tale of unconditional love and quantum physics.” I just read it again and I am amazed how much of it is coming true. Part of the story is how unconditional love will transform the middle east by the power of God’s love.

But also … how God’s Love is explained by science, especially the science of quantum physics.

And all of this is cast in the relationship of a guy and his remarkable cat.

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# 40 God Laughs

God laughs!

Didn’t anyone tell you? He laughed. He will laugh and he is laughing now. He laughs victoriously because he always wins. It’s a joy!

Who told you that God is angry? Did that person want something from you? Could they get God to smile on you?

The time has come to spread the Good News. God laughs and wants you to laugh and be in joy with Him. (With Him in you.) For that reason I have begun writing a new book, “God Laughs: God in Us.” It will take about a year to write it. Maybe I will post some completed chapters on this blog during the year.

Some may remember the shortest verse in the Bible, “Jesus wept.” How could that be when “God Laughs?” watch this space for my blogs and you will get the simple answer.

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# 26 How to Change the World

I was feeling a little down. I write my little books and stories hoping they will bring some enjoyment to the readers. Make their day a little brighter. And I have gotten some good comments back from some readers. But I wish a lot more of the world would read them. Was feeling a little blue … but then I remembered a hymn we used to sing … with enthusiasm … in my Sunday School. It was written by Ina D. Ogden in 1913. Ear­ly in her life, Og­don had hoped to preach on the Chau­tau­qua cir­cuit. How­ev­er, her fa­ther’s ill­ness forced her to aban­don her plans for an evan­gel­is­tic ca­reer, in or­der to care for him at home. She wrote these en­cour­ag­ing words show­ing how one can serve the Lord in ma­ny dif­fer­ent ways and cir­cum­stanc­es. In other words, make the best of where you find your­self.

Here are the lyrics:

  1. Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do,
    Do not wait to shed your light afar;
    To the many duties ever near you now be true,
    Brighten the corner where you are.

    • Refrain:
      Brighten the corner where you are!
      Brighten the corner where you are!
      Someone far from harbor you may guide across the bar;
      Brighten the corner where you are!
  2. Just above are clouded skies that you may help to clear,
    Let not narrow self your way debar;
    Though into one heart alone may fall your song of cheer,
    Brighten the corner where you are.
  3. Here for all your talent you may surely find a need,
    Here reflect the bright and Morning Star;
    Even from your humble hand the Bread of Life may feed,
    Brighten the corner where you are.

Now the facts. That little song has been recorded and sung by Ela Fitzgerald, Burl Ives, and other famous groups and changed the world of many people. And the idea is still true.

Don’t fret the many, many people who are trying to change the world by making other people miserable with violent demonstration. You and I can with a kind wor or a small act Brighten the Corner Where We Are and the brightness can spread around the world.

You are important. A little piece I wrote about how important you are is It’s All About you: :


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#17 The Healing Power of a Fire

A Geezer memory from a few years ago:

I was content. No, not true. I was joyful. Quietly joyful.

Outside the temperature was 19 0 F. I heard a blustery wind blowing through the fir trees. I was sitting in a very tall 18th century wing chair that screened me from the slight draft of cold air from the door. The wing chair was upholstered with muslin as it patiently waited for me to acquire the significant funds to have it properly dressed in accordance with its true magnificence and value.

When last I looked through the frosty glass windows on the sides of the door, there were flurries of fine snow coming down. The day was Groundhog Day and the local groundhogs had not seen their shadow. And the legend was: a Spring would come early and the Winter of Discontent would end. But that day, winter was all pervading. Except in my wing chair whose wings and arms concentrated and focused the heat from my woodstove stoked with several fiercely burning logs of hard, black locust wood. I was joyful!

Why? If I were practical and tallied up my material accounts I should have deduced that I was miserable. From whence this gift of unexpected, and unmerited joy? I pondered this question until a slight chill came upon me that was material and not the otherworldly mist of philosophical thought. The fire had burned down and needed more wood. This was a practical matter that needed my immediate attention.

Rats! My wood-rack was empty. With difficulty caused by un-cooperative arthritis, I manipulated my arms into my work jacket, stuffed my hat onto my head stuffed my feet into my boots and pulled my work gloves onto my hands. With practical caution, I stepped out the door, into the weather and trudged to the garage where the wood was stacked. Turning on the light, my eyes gazed back and forth at my hoard.

I was joyful! There it was, the source of the heat of the fire in my wood stove. Was this the source of my unmerited joy? Well, not really. That was too weighty a question for my situation. The fire needed wood. Regretting my slothfulness that before the storm I had not brought a generous cartful of wood into the house because now the deepening snow made pushing a cart a fool’s task, I gathered a mere armful of wood and trudged back to the house.

With my free hand I turned the doorknob and opened the door. As I stepped over the threshold my bare face felt the radiated warmth from the room. Nice! I set my payload of wood into the rack, fed the fire, stripped off my weather gear, and settled again into my waiting wing chair. Joy flowed to my spirit as the warmness flowed to my body.

Back to the question, ‘What was the source of the joy?’ Let us trace it back.

As I sat in the chair the fire warmed me. But it cannot be just the heat. My house has oil heat, which is not used much these days of high oil prices. A warm house is nice but it just is not the same as the heat from my wood fired stove. So we must study the history the wood.

I thought back to last spring.  Andrew, my 13yr old grandson and I felled tree after tree after tree. There were the black locust trees. These are also useful for fence posts and also for poles to support our clothesline because they do not rot when put into the   ground.  I shared this lore with Andrew. There were hickory trees, and these could be fashioned into handles for sledgehammers and axes if we needed such an item and had less money and more time. And there were ash and maple. The ash were great because they split so easily. We discussed these subjects as we worked.

Concerning the maple trees we harvested, they were not of sufficient diameter to serve as part of our “sugar bush” which are trees suitable for tapping in February for the production of maple syrup. Andrew and I had done that one year and produced what we claimed to be the best maple syrup in the county. That was a project that gave me joy every time I had pancakes in the following year. I thought, ‘This may be a clue.’

With an almost malevolent intensity my granddaughter and my daughter-in-law heaved the cut logs into the cart of the tractor and hauled them to the garage where they were spit and stacked against the wall. An armature psychologist might suspect they were working out frustrations of work and school. I do not dare to go there.

So we must conclude that part of the joy must come from those dear to me harvesting the wood. Not the physical part of cutting and hauling, it must be the unseen spiritual part that regardless of our personal mood, we sow the seeds of love into an unseen component of the wood. It is this component that is released as the wood burns.

But we can trace these unseen properties further, to the source of the wood itself. The wood once had a life of its own. Beginning as seeds, each tree began in the ground. Seeds were covered with earth. They died and were resurrected to life. They burst from the ground with this unseen phenomenon we call life. Through the years they lived through winters and summers, storms and beautiful days with an invisible spirit of life that came from the creator of the universe that many call God. A spirit indeed!

As I sat and pondered, a very negative thought intruded the reverie. ‘Oh yeah,’ it said, ‘then how is it many people watch a fire and remain in a funk of gloom?’ Good point. Why indeed?

Defeated by this adverse thought, I just sat. The unsympathetic thought held me captive until I began to hear a whisper from deep within my being. Over and over it repeated but I could not make it out. But it persisted a little louder with each repetition until finally I discerned the voice say, ‘an attitude of gratitude is required.’

Inspired, I shouted aloud, “Thank you Lord! You are the author and the finisher of our joy!”

And the adverse voice was silenced. And an all-pervading joy transfixed my spirit. This was a demonstration of an omnipotent and omniscient power that can be appreciated in full only in person.

I have now shared this with you and there are substantial consequences. Neither of us needs again have dismay nor despair drown out the God given spirit of Joy. We can use the power of gratitude of the gifts of Love given in the past to unlock our soul from any jail.

I am now at peace, how about you?

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#14 No Preaching

I will try to have no preaching in Doug’s Blog for Biddies and Geezers. There are plenty of people who live to preach to others to get them to do something. I learned No Preaching when I was a little boy, 7 years old. It was a hard lesson for a little boy of seven but it has stuck with me (mostly.) Here is how it went down:

Even at 7 years old I was pretty serious about “God Stuff.” And I was chosen to recite a spiritual poem praising God at a meeting of the entire congregation of my church in Eltingville, Staten Island, New York. Great … but there was a problem.

I had just lost a couple of baby teeth and there were gaps in my mouth. Those gaps caused my speaking voice to have a definite lisp. A pronounced lisp. Words like “lisp” would sound like “lithp”, but I soldiered on. I stood before the congregation and began reciting the poem from memory and as my lisp sounded out to the congregation, there began a few snickers and giggles from the audience. But I continued on. I was determined they “get the message.”

But as I “lithped” on, the giggling grew louder and finally I could not help myself, I interrupted my recitation. I shook my 7 year old fist at the audience and said to the entire congregation, “Be quite and listen! This is important!” The room erupted with thunderous laughter at the cute little boy with a lisp trying to preach.

Years later people who were there remind me of that night. None remember the message of the poem. They only remember the ridiculous spectacal of being preached at by a very flawed little boy. When I am tempted to preach these days, I remember that although I am still flawed in many ways, maybe I can use my flaws to help illuminate the message rather than diminish the messenger.


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