Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A New Day...



Today I was reminded of the Christmas party at the Rogstad's marriage group one year ago. We had a "white elephant" gift exchange, which surprisingly had pretty quality gifts (gift cards, movie passes, etc.). Then come Jon and Laura Krimmel with their "gift". The show up with a microwave sized box, wrapped with white paper, adorned with ???question marks and the word "Mystery" written in several places. We quickly found that despite the obviously good gifts on the table, the Mystery Box became the most sought after. Everytime someone could switch their gift, they DID, always for the Mystery Box. I don't know what the fascination was. Perhaps it was the hope of fantastic contents within... perhaps the desire to see something different than the choices we saw on the table. We were so obsessed with the possibilities, with the mystery, with the spoils, that a serious hysteria had overtaken our civilized group. I was thrilled when I was able to "steal" the Mystery box from Felice, and relished watching the clock run out.. making the box MINE! I tore open the wrapping paper as everyone gathered around, expectant of the bounty inside. What I found was an assortment of 99cent store toys, ranging from a plastic mini bow and arrow, to a gel-tiger that grows when submerged in water. The contents were certainly entertaining, but paled in comparison to what I expected the gift to be. As I looked at the nice gifts others had in their hand and compared them to my box of novelties, I realized that I had gotten overly excited about an idea, ignoring any flicker of reason. When all was said and done, that was simply a game, at BEST yielding $10 gift cards to the luckiest players.

I can't help but think that today, America opened its own "Mystery Box", having been so excited to have won it. The country is going to receive the payout on their decision, and see exactly what Change and Hope produce in the real world. The problem here, of course, is that we're not dealing with a game, but creating the country and legacy we leave to our children and grandchildren. It's disconcerting that the vast majority of people I've spoken to who were most excited about Obama's candidacy can not articulate even a couple POSITIONS Obama holds, citing the need for "Change" and "Hope". If history is any predictor of the future, our nation is in for a very difficult time. My fervent prayer is that all the hope and promise we bought into doesn't follow the contents of my own mystery box... onto the rubbish heap of history.

Monday, January 12, 2009

One in a Trillion... and then some


With all the pain and discontent in our country and world today, I can't help but feel I live in a bubble... insulated from it all. Each morning before I wake, I am oblivious to the cares of the world, yet my foggy eyes are able to make out the form of an angel hovering near my bed. The angel leans over and gently kisses my lips and wishes me a great day, with Gods' blessing. With that, the apparition disappears! I awake to the sound of my alarm, wondering what spirit has visited me to change the course of my day with a simple act of warmth.

I go about my day, each day, enduring the inherent frenetic pace and struggles. I pull into my parking space and notice the light is on in my apartment, I detect movement! I quickly ascend the stairs and burst through the door to see, not an evildoer, but my beautiful angel, dazzling in real life in a way the morning fog will never show, as though all of God's glory was shining through her at that very moment! The very sight of her makes my heart grow warm, the tension of the day flees my body. I am HOME.

I cannot express the wonder I feel when I think for just a moment about my rare fortune. My Michelle embodies so many qualities which run counter to the "popular" edition being peddled, and yet, it's those very traits which draw my heart to hers. With the culture celebrating housewives in desperation and girls gossiping, my bride stands worlds apart from those facades.

I am blown away at the extent my wife goes to make our house a home; to make me feel loved, cherished, respected, honored, admired. So many times, she does this in spite of my behavior or attitude, slaying me with her gentleness. There is no such thing as a perfect wife... all people fall short. BUT, there is such as a thing as a rare wife. A wife so rare that she makes a diamond look as rare as beach sand. A wife so unattainable, she makes a Picasso look like a flyer stuck under your windshield wiper. A woman so out of this world that she gives THIS MAN pause.

I have found the bride of my youth, and am the luckiest man in the world to have the honor of calling you my wife. Michelle, I love you.