Do you ever get it worng?

This post is only for folks who have, in the past, made mistakes - or for those who have failed miserably - or those who are currently in the midst of making a royal mess of things (the rest of you undoubtably have better things to do than read this blog - now would be a good time to go do some of them).

The title of this post is, of course, an homage to the tremendous tag-line from the 1973 movie Westworld, about a futuristic amusement park where human-like androids enabled rich guests to safely engage in all kinds of fantasies - including winning Old West gunfights (against Yul Brynner as a very cool robot Gunfighter). Advanced computer technology was in place to ensure the safety of the guests, but just in case you had any doubts about the likely failure of the "fail-safe" measures, the posters for the movie contained one of the great lines of all time:

"Where nothing can possibly go worng."

And of course things did go worng - er, wrong - VERY wrong.

This is not a post about the hubris of those who trust in technology, though - this is about when things go very wrong - and when it's our fault - and about the temptation we have at such moments to just throw in the towel and give up and decide that we are, really & truly, failures.

While I have never been any good at keeping up with Christian recording artists, many years ago I came across the artist Don Francisco. At that time, at least, he was most known for recreating Bible stories in dramatic songs - (he's the guy behind "He's Alive" - heard in many Easter celebrations - you can find a way to connect with his music below).

He has a song called "There is No Condemnation" which speaks to the days when I'm so busy kicking myself that the rest of the world would have to wait a turn. Perhaps you are familiar with the feeling. This is not about times when someone incorrectly assumes that I have messed up, or when I'm unjustly accused of failure - this is about when I have, for sure and for real, made a mess of something (hey, it happens). In the midst of a song about the morning after a personal failure ("...when I was so far down that even up looked wrong") - he uses a beautiful phrase :

"It doesn't matter what you've done,

it matters what you'll be."

Wow - what a thought - particularly for folks who profess to believe that we are creatures of Eternity. In the song Francisco has Jesus telling the songwriter, "Satan, the accuser has been whispering in your ear - you just tell him you're forgiven - he has no business here." It matters what you'll be. What a doorway out of self-pity, & self-punishment, & self-hatred - and all the things that make us want to take ourselves out of the running and stop trying.

There are times when I even actually remember it.

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[As always, if this is your first visit to Leaving Nadderby, I urge you to click on "Looking Back" for an introduction (& an explanation of the name). Under the BLOG ARCHIVE, click on 2008, then on February 2008, & then on the title: "Looking Back" (or browse through several if you are so inclined). Don Francisco can be found online at: http://www.rockymountainministries.org/index.html - there's even an online radio station there featuring his music and that of some of his associates.]

Rocky II

No - not the sequel to "Rocky" - where the rematch with Apollo Creed does take place - although that movie has it's share of inspiration, too.

This "Rocky II" refers to another moment of greatness for Rocky Balboa - one that doesn't show up on screen. It was when he gets out of bed at 4:00 a.m. the second morning.

It was a great thing for a bleary-eyed pug to roll out of bed and start to train the day after he was named to fight the Champion, but he would have never made it to a point where he could "go the distance" if he had not gotten up the next day, too - another day when no one was there to cheer (or even to notice) - another day when he was still basically, as fighters go, a bum (one day of training doesn't make you strong, it just makes you hurt).

The day that I wrote the last blog was one of the first times in months that I was able to undertake my modest physical regimen. Health - the Ohio Winter of '10 - spirit struggles - take your pick from the menu of brick walls that had stood in the way. That day I was able to resume my 'cellphone plan for cardio' (set a timer on the phone for 15 minutes - walk away from home until the timer rings - turn & return home, and 'voila' - 30 minutes of cardio).

It turns out that the difficult thing in reality was to go back out & do the afternoon portion, and to go out the next day - that's when I thought of Rocky.

I thought about the moment, unrecorded in the movie, when he got up again at 4:00, & chugged another 5 eggs (still not recommending that, BTW), and went out and jogged one step closer to the prize.

Here's to everyone who is gets up and goes today without cheers, without visible results, sometimes even without any encouragement, and takes the step. Good work.
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[As always, if this is your first visit to Leaving Nadderby, I invite you to click on the Archives for 2008, then click on February & go to "Looking Back" for an introduction to the site (& an explanation of the name)].

Rocky - Our Lenten Guide

Picture Rocky Balboa running up the 72 steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art to the music of "Gonna Fly Now" - at the top of the steps he throws his hands in the air in celebration as he looks out over a scenic view of Philly.

It's a great scene - & it has inspired countless folks to re-live the moment and run up the stairs when they are there. One of the best videos of this is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMm99pHMR5Y - give it a look (it will do you good) - then come back for the REAL inspirational moment of "Rocky".

BACK? Good. As great a moment as that is, there is an earlier, truly inspirational moment in the movie. It's the moment that made we want to use Rocky Balboa as my guide for Lent this year.

It's the scene when Rocky's alarm clock goes off at 4:00 a.m., and he stumbles out of bed & cracks several eggs into a glass & chugs them (that's not the inspirational moment - wait for it). Then he walks out into a dark street, with no crowd, with no energy, in maybe the sorriest-looking sweatsuit in cinema history, and begins to jog down the street.

That's the moment.

When he's not being cheered - when he's not in shape - when he's still basically a bum - and he still takes off & begins to train. It's not pretty. When he first tries the run up the steps at the Museum, he is not triumphant. He's out of breath - gasping - bent over - beat, as he slowly makes his way back down the steps. Did you miss the inspirational part? It was when he began to run down the street - when he said "yes" to training for this impossible fight. That's when I knew that he would be a good guide for Lent (or for any other day of a lifetime).

Christians need to learn to pray. As a group we're not very good at it. We confuse prayer with sitting on Santa's lap in December, with our list of wishes. We forget that prayer is about moving ourselves closer to God's will and not about moving God closer to our shopping list of desires.

There is a way to learn - IF we are willing to try when we're not yet very good at it - IF we are humble enough to take some 4:00 a.m.-type steps of our own - if we're willing to return to the first days of our 'training' in prayer.

Pray the Lord's Prayer. Pray it when it's not inspirational. Pray it when it doesn't even seem real because you've heard it so many times. Pray it until it becomes a prayer again. Someday it may be possible to move on to the prayers that ascend to the mountaintop - but that day won't be today - and it won't be tomorrow - but those days of obedience to the idea of prayer need to happen if we are ever to reach the heights of what prayer can do.

The world needs what the Church can become - and we have settled for far too little. It's fun to run up the steps and dance around. The hard work is when it's dark and we're alone and even feel a little foolish for trying - but if believers take those first steps of obedience, we're gonna fly now.

+++[As always, if this is your first stop at "Leaving Nadderby", I suggest that you click on the "Looking Back" blog (from February 2008 in the archives) by way of introduction to what the Blog is about.]

Charles Emerson Winchester was right!

If you watched "M*A*S*H" (the great TV show, not the movie), you will recognize Charles Emerson Winchester as the somewhat effete, self-assured surgeon who came into the mix later in the show. While Hawkeye was, early on, constantly in the business of trying to introduce Winchester to "meatball surgery" - do it fast, do enough to keep the soldiers alive, & start working on someone else - Winchester (in the early days) kept repeating his mantra:

• I do one thing,


• I do it very well,


• Then I move on.

Hawkeye, of course, was the hero of the show, reflecting the reality that a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital needed to engage in triage and speedy, imperfect surgery to keep the greatest number of wounded soldiers alive.

Since most of us are NOT frontline medics, nurses, or surgeons, though - maybe we ought to pay some attention to Winchester.

This thought comes after watching a PBS show about multi-tasking. Several college students were shown in classes texting, emailing, even Twittering for all I know, & complaining that their profs just didn't understand that they were completely capable of handling all this while still receiving & understanding a lecture. (If you are waiting for the part where the old fogey delights in being proved right - here it comes).

As folks in some of the same schools featured in the show begin to do research, it turns out that, to be blunt, it's a load of ... well, something unpleasant. It turns out that the brain is wired in such a way that, technically, it does ONE thing at a time. Since it can SWITCH with great speed, it is possible to have a lot of irons in the fire at one time (picture a young mom with a toddler, a vacuum cleaner, the FedEx guy at the front door, & a draft of a doctoral thesis on her computer screen). The trick is that ALL of those tasks are addressed by a rapid switching between tasks which causes all of them to suffer in terms of performance. In other words, we ALL:

• Do one thing,
• Do it well (if we're concentrating) or poorly,
• Then move on.

Some have described our current lives as being 'a mile wide, and an inch deep'*. Please understand, I love my texting, my email, my Google, and they will will only get my computer away from me when they pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Still, I think that we need the deeper places & experiences in life - and the world needs what we discover when we turn these phenomenal brains to moving deeper.

If Winchester is not enough of a guide for life, consider that among those Christ called 'blessed' in Matthew 5 were the "pure in heart". This is a call for FOCUS in life, not just for some fastidious avoidance of 'bad things'. It means concentrating - with our minds and therefore with our lives - on something worthy of that attention.

This doesn't mean that we never "play" again - sometimes I want to find out great things online, and sometimes I'm basically watching the lights flicker in a new way [see future post on "Flickering Lights"] - we have to breathe in AND breathe out. This is just a call, a plea, to pay attention - remember what Thoreau said about the 'unexamined life' (& if you don't recognize that - it's GOOGLE time!).


*My first Blog FOOTNOTE: The quote originally came from an old Westerner who, upon dealing with the Powder River for the first time, declared it to be 'a mile wide, an inch deep, too thick to drink, and too thin to plow' - wow, that makes me want to visit (I think I'll head over to Google Earth).