Sunday
Oct102004

Rain



It has been raining here since Thursday. Granted, it had been pretty dry previously, but I would like it to stop now. It's not all bad; there is no yard work I can do when it is raining. I can watch football guilt free not forsaking any outdoor projects.



I pulled my hamstring a week ago and have been relegated to the orbital / elliptical trainer at the gym. Those suckers are boring. At least I can keep up my aerobic conditioning. I tried running on the treadmill about Wednesday and further injured the muscle. I am going to stay on these instruments of torture machines one more week before attempting running again. I just have to roll with the punches.



Now I must get to the gym and put in my 2.5 hours on that machine before football comes on.



I hope you all have a nice Sunday.



Until the next time,

John Strain

Saturday
Oct092004

Saturday Devotion



Continuing in the series of readings from $3.00 Worth of God, by Wilbur Rees, today's topic is "Be Still."



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Be still and know that I am God - Psalm 46:10

Be still? That is the most impossible command modern man has ever had to face. How can I be still on the freeway going 70 miles per hour, switching lanes, watching five cars ahead with one eye on the rearview mirror, and everything in motion? How can I be still when the express elevator left my stomach ten floors below, when the sanitation truck clatters up the alley, when the subway wheels scream against the rails, and everything is in motion? How can I be still amidst the tense sounds of rolling fire engines, army convoys, and surgical carts? How can I be still on a conveyor belt? O God, help me to be still inside when all the wheels are turning outside, and everything is in motion.
Until the next time

John Strain

Friday
Oct082004

Letting Go



Autumn LeavesIn life there are many hellos. We meet people, children are born, and jobs are landed. With every hello there will be a goodbye. The hellos are fun and often exciting, while the goodbyes can break your heart and leave a kind of pain that never heals.



Thursday I attended a funeral for the mother of a close friend. Our lives all end with a funeral. Family and friends gather to celebrate the life lived and morn its passing. Emotions are thick and people are pushed to the limits of their ability to maintain composure. Handshakes, hugs, and knowing looks are exchanged since words seem inadequate and wanting.



Letting go. A husband must let go of a wife after more than 50 years of marriage. Four children must let go of their mother. Grandchildren will let go of a grandmother. Other friends and relatives are fellow travelers along the path of letting go. We only let go of what we must, of what we can no longer have. We learn to let go of the pain and our grief. In its place we remember the good times. We accept the person is gone in some ways, but in other ways we realize they will always be with us.



For the Christian, we take comfort in the belief we will see them again. Our separation is but a temporary condition. Until such time as we are reunited, we enjoy the family and friends who remain. The family structure is changing. The children are now the elders. Everyone moves up one notch. Those on the bottom rungs don't even realize the change, but those of us nearer the top of the ladder are quite aware "our time" will be here sooner than we think.



I have said it before in different ways, and my conclusion to this matter is we should live the heck out of the life we have now. Let your love be known to your friends and family. Don't worry, you will never run out of love, you even have enough to spread a little around to strangers.



If you live your life fully, you won't be so disappointed when your number comes up, and you will not feel cheated. You will know that you squeezed all you could from your years. Everyone will know it and your funeral will be a celebration. Your life will be an example for those left behind to carry on.



The days come and go. We cannot save them, but we can live them. It is my sincere hope that when your days are complete you will have milked about as much living out of them as was humanly possible.



Until the next time and seizing the day,

John Strain

Thursday
Oct072004

Mental Illness and the Self



One day, as a group therapy exercise, I was using the Alcoholic's Anonymous piece Just For Today. It is a 9 verse poem of sorts that encourages the reader to live a certain way, just for today. Follow the link above to read the entire piece. The verse I want to comment on is as follows:
Just for today I will exercise my soul in three ways: I will do somebody a good turn & not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count; I will do at least two things I don’t want to do–just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.
I asked some of the group members for examples of what they could do today to help someone else. After a few appropriate answers, I asked one gentleman what he could do to help someone. Arnold said this in response to my question, "If someone sees me sitting by myself, they could bring me a cup of coffee." Arnold was not trying to be funny, nor could he hide his total self-absorption. This example is a glimpse into the lives of many who are depressed, stressed, anxious, or however they choose to define their malady. These afflictions tend to close people off. They retreat from their life to their home and eventually into themselves. The cure is to expand their life, to reach out beyond their four walls and themselves.



Helping others is a concept often lost on psychiatric patients. After all, they are in a hospital and need help, how can they help someone else? It is a paradox of sorts and Dr. Karl Menninger is credited with propagating such a concept. He believed strongly in the healing power of helping others.
Dr. Karl was asked what a person should do if he felt a "nervous breakdown" coming on. He said: "Lock up your house, go across the railroad tracks, find someone in need, and do something for them."
Another notable quote on this topic by Karl Menninger:
"Love cures people-both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it."
I have noticed how patients cease to hear the therapist and I think it is because they know what the therapist is going to say. When I start talking about him or her doing something for someone else, it throws him or her off. They are challenged and encouraged to do something instead of being told they are sick and should lay back. Some are so self-absorbed, they respond, as did Arnold, finding it difficult to put themselves in the roll of helpers.



Some things are universal and helping others is one of those things. If you spend time helping another, you are not thinking about yourself. The time you spend focusing on another is time you are not dwelling on your own problems. The AA folks have it right. The soul is exercised when we give to another without credit or fanfare.



Along this same vein, I came across some writing by a therapist named Marty Nemko. In his article The Case Against Long Term Therapy, Nemko referred to some of his clients who had spent years in therapy, but were habitually, unhappy, unemployed, alone, and miserable. A tough love lecture was sometimes given. The lecture went like this:
I’m going to pretend I’m not a counselor but a jerk: “You are a loser, an excuse-making, lazy loser. You have so much potential but you’ve pissed away your life by blaming everyone but yourself for your failures: your mother, your education, your boss. ”Or you say, ‘I’m just hard-wired that way.” You may be, but many people with your wiring have made a helluva lot more of their lives. Keep going and you’ll always be a loser.”
Such tough love lectures often shake a person up enough to make some changes according to Marty Nemko. Sometimes a therapist has to get a person’s attention before he/she can help them.



Being self absorbed and chronically selfish is debilitating. It can be disguised as anxiety or depression. The sufferer alone holds the key to their self made prison, but a good therapist can help them find the key and turn the lock.



Do you need a little boost? Do as Dr. Menninger suggests, lock your house, go across the railroad tracks and find someone in need and help them -just for today.



Until the next time

John Strain

Wednesday
Oct062004

Talkies



The Jazz SingerOctober 6, 1927 is the day "The Jazz Singer" with Al Jolson premiered. Ironically, Sam Warner a cofounder of the studio died the day before at the age of 40.



The Jazz Singer is recognized as the first "talkie" and it met with huge success.



In 77 years since the first talkie, there have been many memorable moments. I remember my mother talking about the Wizard of Oz which was the first movie to use color. When Dorothy opened the door of that tornado flung farm house, the colors gave even a more magical quality to the land of OZ.



Gone With the Wind was an epic and really long (about three hours). To this day it is still regarded as one of the best films and a favorite of many.



I remember when Star Wars came out in the 70's. It was a phenomenon. People saw the movie again and again. The special effects were like nothing before seen. I still remember the rush I felt when a spaceship went into jump-to-light-speed.



Do you remember Jaws? The music alone still scares the devil out of people. So scared were people, the good folks at Saturday Night Live created the "Land Shark" skit to poke fun at the real shark.



I love movies. As a child our family gathered around the black and white set to watch Saturday Night at the Movies. I saw Psycho and The Birds at the venue. Coke and popcorn were the treats. Sometimes our indulgence was a chocolate sundae.



The Aztec Theater showed 2 movies a cartoon and coming attractions for fifty cents. I spent many a Saturday afternoon in that place with my friends. Mom would pop a Wonder bread bag full of popcorn and we carried it inside to save money on concessions.



Theaters are much more posh and high tech these days. The movies are better in quality, but my memories of a dark theater and the sound of a flickering projector still make me smile.



Now where's that remote? I feel like watching some par per view.



Until the next time

Lights, camera, action!

John Strain